<?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-4293527866364519391</id><updated>2012-01-17T17:28:16.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things are meant to be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5845947051429369446</id><published>2010-06-14T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:39:06.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You know what, I give up! Its damn hard maintaining a blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;For those who can keep up with constant updates, you are either a bored person, a fool or an alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;From now on, I will be on permanent hiatus until I find something that I don't mind sitting down and writing about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My blog will not be shut down off course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Because there are bound to be times where I will look through what I write just for the sake at laughing and realizing how much I've grown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I feel like apologizing but there really is no point in it since this situation had been going on for quite a while and technically things are still the same save for the fact that I just made everything formal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Basically, this is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was fun while it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bye bloggy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll visit next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;=) Till inspiration hits me. And I will embrace it and write again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5845947051429369446?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5845947051429369446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5845947051429369446' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5845947051429369446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5845947051429369446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-what-i-give-up-its-damn-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-16082981032153203</id><published>2010-04-08T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:51:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Erm... hello guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is awkward. I have an overflowing of pointless gibberish nonsense that I was going to start sprouting about as a celebration to my long term hiatus return but... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, I'll just update you on my life now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For exam, I did okay. Unlike Mels and Jam who whines about it. But I'm not going to foolishly believe that things will keep going this way. That's just silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I will suck up all the luck while I still can. To the point now... the truth is I feel very pressured and dying to cry. But the tears won't come you know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why am I so foolish? It feels like the world is going to end....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I made a mistake (again). Something I shouldn't have done, and now I feel so guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;...I went on Wiki and saw a spoiler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ONE PIECE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really feel like dying. Waaaaaaah.... I'm going to complain to Shi Hui and spoil it for her too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Besides that... its so unfair that I can't go do the GE project with my group. It's the thrill of going to a place without adult supervision... That's the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;From now on, I have decided that I will considerably shorten my post since &lt;em&gt;young &lt;/em&gt;do not ramble on life. Only old people do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Before I leave, I would just like to add that I am irrevocably in love with Asher Book's voice. I will pray that this obsession will fade away in time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Until the next post then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-16082981032153203?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/16082981032153203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=16082981032153203' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/16082981032153203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/16082981032153203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4458941583126708406</id><published>2010-01-16T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T04:22:09.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm.. New Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... -smiles-.... the thing is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Er...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know that you'll throw off any excuses I give so I'm not going to bother giving you one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aren't we all? So what if I just accused everybody in the whole entire world of being lazy? Why don't you just sit down like a mature human being and listen to me ramble about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anonymous: "Cool idea, sounds awesome,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So anyways, I will start with my annual "I hate my class so much... why can't it be like last year's...?" section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hate my class so much... why can't it be like last year's... they're so uninteresting and I'm sitting with a male. I don't know... everything is just so foreign and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unlively&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hate Tuesdays. Bags are exceptionally heavy on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt; man... I seriously have nothing to post about. Life is uninteresting, just like my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whatever la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;New Year Resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Maintain awesomeness~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Find time to deal with the mail I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Change into an awesome-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mer&lt;/span&gt; person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Improve on my English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess that's all. If you have anything you would like me to post about then tell me. I'll try to find time to post about it. No guarantees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Note to self: Angeline owe you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soya&lt;/span&gt; bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4458941583126708406?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4458941583126708406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4458941583126708406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4458941583126708406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4458941583126708406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/erm-new-year.html' title='Erm.. New Year?'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-3147665729537917818</id><published>2009-12-23T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:37:51.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know what to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel so guilty. I haven't updated for years, and I've finally decided to crawl back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Erm... hi people. Ehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, since the last time, many things have happened. I have been to watch Princess and the Frog and I think it's really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Very unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I have also been to the Singapore trip and have just arrived yesterday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Throughout the whole trip, I have learned many things... wait, this sounds like an essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Let's skip the formal part and on to the complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the first day, I has fun on the bus being wu liao and stuff and doing random stupid things. But what I can't understand is why people like taking pictures so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate taking pictures, cause no matter how hard I try, I don't look like me when it comes out. It's always: Oh my god, that's me? I look so wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So I have come to the conclusion that since I'm the one being sane and all, everyone else is just wierd and insane =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Back to the first day... we were behind schedhule when we arrived but I was kinda secretly/not so secretly happy. Cause the first thing on the list was concert practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, anyways, I made through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah whatever la, too lazy to tell you about the rest of the trip so I'll just skip the the important stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, let's see... on the second night, we went to see a concert performed by 13 Singapore schools clustered and thrown together plus the Nadarzyn OSP Brass Band from Poland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The last song, Caravan by Duke Ellington and arranged by Naohiro Iwai was a blast and I had fun. I didn't think you could have fun during a concert but I did cause They were playing so 'fun-ly'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I like music best when the musician likes the music he or she is playing. It's fun when the musician and the audience both enjoy the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it was at that concert hall that I saw this extrememly cute little boy playing the clarinet and am now tracking him down on the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I feel like I'm taking this to the extreme but if I really do find him... -smiles widely-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..I think I would like to study in Poland...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish the trip was longer. But now that I'm back in Malaysia, I can feel the dreaded going-back-to-school phase looming over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will previal though, as I always do. There's a solution for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lastly, I hope nobody's mad at me for being on hiatus for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just like to add in that Sheryl and Grace are crazy for eating unhealthy snacks every half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Chirstmas!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-3147665729537917818?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3147665729537917818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=3147665729537917818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3147665729537917818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3147665729537917818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-298560336523259402</id><published>2009-11-14T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:14:21.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/Sv-1xbUoahI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AvwZdDslPW8/s1600-h/images%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Warning: SHORT POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have just finished watching Swing Girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And it is AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You people HAVE to watch it. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; show of a Big Band Jazz. You can find it on YouTube. I'm all smiles and am in a good mood now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Now all I have to worry about is the letter to teacher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyways, it's about a bunch of girls who are very... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.... I think you should watch it to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am in awe of what people would do to play. They all love their instrument very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sekiguchi&lt;/span&gt; the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;At first, I wince at the way they handle the instruments. (There was one girl who used her trumpet as a bubble blower and another two who used trombones for hats...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was really good. And I feel very touched. Don't worry though, this is not one of those shows that will induce you to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My favorite part of the show is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the last part when they performed. It had that jazzy feel that you can't help but to swing with the beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;.... if only....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Go watch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyways, I will be going to school tomorrow as I have still have important stuff to do there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So see you people (or maybe not) tomorrow!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-298560336523259402?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/298560336523259402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=298560336523259402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/298560336523259402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/298560336523259402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/11/swing-girls.html' title='Swing Girls'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-7990413134131053803</id><published>2009-11-04T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:44:47.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After many years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have finally updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And now that I'm here typing stuff, I have no idea what want to say. I don't know what to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My ideas have run dried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's not even my fault. School has been providing nothing but boredom lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Speaking about school... I passed my Junior Test! Found out my results last Friday and forgot to bring my badge on Monday and am planning to run the punished three rounds around padang on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moving on about stuff in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can finally set my heart in ease. School drama : "Phantom of the Opera" is officially kicked out of my life!!! Give me a whoop-whoop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*People reading blog screams, "WHOOP-WHOOP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But the thing that pisses me off most is that when teacher initially asked about whether we still want to participate in the drama, everybody shakes their head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The next day (today), Li Yan starts a new Phantom of the Opera drama using 70% of Jeanette's script. Jeanette is really angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I quote (in her words), "They're fine with stealing my work because they don't know how fcking hard it is to write a script as they have done nothing of this sort before," (Please note that I did not get Jeanette's words 100% correctly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As for me, I'm tired and fed up of being nice and caring about every single thing. No more leading and trying to make things better. From now on, I'm going with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm honestly starting to get sick of this new me. Wanna tear her up and destroy her existence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know what I'm doing anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have chopped off my feelings from my body. I feel like I've been betrayed again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Two more weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When are you coming back? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-7990413134131053803?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7990413134131053803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=7990413134131053803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7990413134131053803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7990413134131053803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-many-years.html' title='After many years...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-3523467406785512640</id><published>2009-10-20T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:48:51.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanjoubi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/St2-L-W0ELI/AAAAAAAAATw/rg1P5_JXTJE/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677041586245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/St2-L-W0ELI/AAAAAAAAATw/rg1P5_JXTJE/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As everybody knows... today is my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People have been... advertising it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, I didn't want to post a new post but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm just really happy. Thank you everybody. Especially my sister who had managed to whip up a last minute surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A surprise that actually works... unlike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Instead of the white tiger puzzle she said she was going to give me, she got me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm smiling lots now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So maybe there were a few bad things that happened today. (I will not be looking at my Science paper for a long, long time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I'm happy. Truly. Thank you for all the handmade gifts. I'm touched and happy for all the nice things you people have done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jamie and Jo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ning's&lt;/span&gt; presents will forever be stuck in Julie's [List of Unforgettable Stuff].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once again, I would like to give a {reluctant} applause to Jo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ning&lt;/span&gt; and Wen Yaw who had come close to getting me very wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is getting too sappy... I'll just give this post a black colouring... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Either than that... good luck next year =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Dammit Jamie, you traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please note that I will be angry at Audrey for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-3523467406785512640?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3523467406785512640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=3523467406785512640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3523467406785512640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3523467406785512640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/10/tanjoubi.html' title='Tanjoubi'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/St2-L-W0ELI/AAAAAAAAATw/rg1P5_JXTJE/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5895407813867745934</id><published>2009-10-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:57:56.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My blog is now officially out of hiatus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm BAAAAAACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, for this post, I have decided not to talk about exams being over and stuff like that.... Everybody's been doing that anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a feeling that I will be wet tomorrow... -shudders-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First off, I want to file a complain to piggy jie jie. You should have CALLED me to tell me about today. I oonly online-d a few seconds ago to see your pyramid message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm bloating my cheeks in anger. I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your.... something down. (haven't decided on what yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I guess not all is lost during this double weekend holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-sighs dreamily- I succeeded in watching a new anime! Please count on me to keep on watching until my head blows up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have also been watching... the latest Simpsons. Actually, I got them a few months ago but disc 2 was spoilt so I bought it again in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;These days, I have been spacing out and taking sinfully good afternoon naps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And while spacing out, I have pondered about the word birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What is a birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, the last time I asked my family about it, they had all answered the same thing: The day you were born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I have thought it over more deeply, and the answer I came out with was that for me, birthday is a day when I look back and think of what I had done over the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay... this is starting to get out of line. On a side note, I would like to sincerely pray that for the upcoming weeks of freedom, 2B5 would hopefully, start seriouusly practicing for the drama competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Other than that.... it is also my sincere wish that Jeanette Tong PARTICIPATES in the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5895407813867745934?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5895407813867745934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5895407813867745934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5895407813867745934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5895407813867745934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-hiatus.html' title='Out of the Hiatus'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-3710032176442177426</id><published>2009-10-02T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:40:05.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am doing this due to the request of piggy jie jie and mousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exam has been terrible... as I have predicted. (I'm a poet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tomorrow, four old people are coming down to my house and I have to sleep with my grandmother, who smells of hairspray... and snores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Did I properly mention the snoring part? Well, she snores... very loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, it's been a tired week and the practical exam has been pulled up again. If anybody knows any ways to brew a Calming Draught (Harry Potter), please notify yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basically, tell me ways to calm yourself before an exam. As in an exam in which you have to do stuff in front of scary people and in which they can see your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Putting that aside, tomorrow is the one and only Mooncake Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Speaking about mooncakes, let me tell you a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Ancient Magical Mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There was once a cute little girl (with an awesome personality), who went to Hong Kong with her family to visit her long-time-no-see relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;When she came back, she was given a box (that was quite pretty) and in it, was FOUR mooncakes. Now these mooncakes were very special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Very special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No, they weren't blue in colour, nor do they taste like oranges, nor do they know how to sing the opera, they were special because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just because. Because I said so, and because when stories are like that, they always add in a twist that makes the story a little special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;For this story's twist, the mooncake was so special because it wasn't special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways, in two weeks, two mooncakes had disappeared from the sacred mooncake box. The girl's mother warned her daughters to stop eating and save some for the festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One silly sister did not listen. And ate one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me- I mean, the little girl (the one at the beginning of the story), fearing for the ancient magical mooncakes's life (or was it her tummy?) decided to hide the mooncake where nobody could find and save it for the mooncake festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The kakak working there was blamed for the disappearance of the mooncake but the girl wisely kept her mouth shut in fear that she would be beheaded by the evil drago- her mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And so... the revealing of the ancient magical mooncake is drawing near. And nobody can stop me no- I mean the little girl now... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so, concludes this post, for real stories have no endings. Not that this story is real of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-3710032176442177426?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3710032176442177426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=3710032176442177426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3710032176442177426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3710032176442177426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-8113729068249121282</id><published>2009-09-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:41:01.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to apologise to Jo Ning and Mousey. For not coming with you people today... I guess you had loads of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now, I have certain notifications to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As people know, we will be having our exam period again. And this time, I have to work really hard cause I'm terrible at seemingly everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll be going to Penang in the morning to attend a wedding. (They say it's my relative's but I've never even speak to her before) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As you all can hear by my somehow dead tone, which will be noticed even if I were to write in a happy manner.... I am dreading this formal occasion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My God.... Clothes.... sigh.... I wanted to wear the white-brown one but Piggy jie jie has it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-growls-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyways, basically, this blog will be &lt;strong&gt;dead for the month.&lt;/strong&gt; The schedule for the month is something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Starting from next week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1st week: Study till I drop. Not allowed into computer room or bookshelf. Not allowed to sleep earlier than 9.30p p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2nd week: School exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3rd week: Study... again. And practice everyday at least half an hour for Practical Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4th week: ...I don't even want to think about what's going to happen on that week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5th week: ...Tuesday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hoping with all my might that I will come out of this alive. I have even chosen my battle gear: my favorite soft toy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I will conquer this battle!!! Muahahahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sure of it. Quite sure. Sure. Well.... maybe just a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lastly, signing off with a smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to the both of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And to the person who's changed my life and had me worrying for a long time: Happy Birthday to you. May you pass with flying colors. I will send my luck (temporarily) to you. So be happy and stop acting cool -smiles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-8113729068249121282?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8113729068249121282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=8113729068249121282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8113729068249121282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8113729068249121282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/09/information.html' title='Information'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5159102601984233889</id><published>2009-09-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:22:10.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Wednesday, I had organised a drama practice. Only to have many complications arrive, and decided to cancel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But Kow Zi Ying and Choong Yen Yin said that they insist on coming as it was the only day they could. Some idiot I was for believing them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyways, after their careful (annoying) persuading, I gave in. Which turned out to be 'Most Regretted Decision' for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Only a handful of people actually came and BOTH the main characters weren't there. So... for the first time since this drama thing, I did something irresponsible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I left early. -cue spooky music-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I guess I got something out of the day... I bought books!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeeeeeeaaaaaaah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks Jeanette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for the craziness stuff I did with Jamie... Let me tell you: It wasn't me. Jamie was controlling my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah, before I forget... Did you know that Jamie scratches her nose like a mouse. One day, you can go up and look, and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As for me, I have decided to study and work hard for exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I read the Perlembagaan so I think I can handle the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No hope for Geography though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And next week will definitely be hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next week is your birthday. And I promise that I'll try to ignore the twisty, churning uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. And I will not call you. I won't have the courage too anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5159102601984233889?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5159102601984233889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5159102601984233889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5159102601984233889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5159102601984233889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-1200842170102017175</id><published>2009-09-02T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:52:11.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today is the second day of school since holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It seems very unusual now that I'm finally here. As in... BACK here. But I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; getting use to it. After all, what are the past few months for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puasa&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful time. We get to finish school an hour early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... an update on my current situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Let's see... I have just joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and need help from people to teach me how to play the games there. The games as in Pet Society and Restaurant City...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lots of people I know that are recommending it. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Exam this week, and next. Then school exam coming too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. This time, I can't afford to slack off. But even though I decided that, I have trouble to actually take out the books to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;! I hate studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Soon, I will post pictures of my niece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My niece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm so old... -sob-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She's cute. But she's also the reason why I'm now upgraded into a new generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I will post about her next time. Sigh... Don't really know what to post about anymore. Life is now boring. Other than that, there is nothing really interesting in my life right now except maybe I'm now hook on to Pokemon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;swt&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... too much info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-laugh- ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-1200842170102017175?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1200842170102017175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=1200842170102017175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1200842170102017175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1200842170102017175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4601066374871412224</id><published>2009-08-30T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:48:44.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>给以：香港的大家庭</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;不晓得是在哪个时候，我才开始真真地望一望我的四周围，开始慢慢领悟你们的存在。原以为你们是不重要的。。。我好傻。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;你们一直以来在我的生活中，都是小小的微生物，却很突然的变得一个巨大的影响。小时候的我太单纯了，如今剩下的时间不多，但虽然如此，也不能和你们在一起。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我想坐下来和你们谈天说笑，跟你们玩游戏，吵架。我这种感觉，你们能够透露吗？下次见的时候，我不一定仍然是我。我可能会变成一个很令人讨厌的坏人，到时候，你们还会那样的爱我吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我很恨自己。我只顾着自己的烦恼，没有想过你们。你们却在这些年来都在时不时地想：“不知倩茹在马来西亚过得怎样？她是否健康？是否开心？吃得饱吗？有没有生病？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我不仅觉得你们很烦，还在千方百计地避开你们。你们如此的关心我，我却。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我知错了！但是，这又怎样？我又怎能改变事实？我没有那个能力，只有心头和感想。即使是这样，也行吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;你们对我那么好，恐怕也没有用。小时候的我根本就是不明白‘爱’，不明白你们给的温柔是多么的无限。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;如今，明白了也太迟。但是，我仍暗想要你们给的温馨感觉。是我自私。但，我还先说声谢谢。因为你们给我的生活带来了无限的精彩。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4601066374871412224?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4601066374871412224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-7106208256546302939</id><published>2009-08-28T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:18:18.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At first it was hesitation. I really wanted to go, but Nut-Nut was going to be so lonely... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sniff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when I stepped into the car at that ungodly hour, my heart was pounding so fast. I was going back. It seems like a long time since I went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Has it been really, truly that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I miss everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jezz&lt;/span&gt; practically danced around the airport. We bought CHOCOLATE!!! After much persuading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Daddy said that, "If you can guess how may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; are in the box, then I'll let you buy it," So we counted the Kinder goodness and came up with... well I forgot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But we got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;, just in time for boarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Boarded the plane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Plane hurt ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Plane fun =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the scenery was awesome. Couldn't sleep. I was too excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when we reached, my heart was pounding so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt; mo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; fetched us. Ate so many snacks and drink 维他奶. Haven't drunk that malted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soya&lt;/span&gt; bean for two years... Ate sushi in the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yee's&lt;/span&gt; house and saw Samuel... then go and eat lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lesson learned: Sitting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; means eating more food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was stuffed. Knew that I shouldn't have ate in the car. Po &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; kept saying, "吃多一点啊，乖孙。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;China was fun. You changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I hate the changed you!!! You're the damn reason why I don't want to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I realized stuff that I never knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong, is a broken but united one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I can go back soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-7106208256546302939?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7106208256546302939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=7106208256546302939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7106208256546302939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7106208256546302939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/08/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4700370151143427098</id><published>2009-08-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:17:19.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is my reflection for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peanut can not get along with other dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jamie is still obsessed with catchy disney songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jo Ning reads very slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jeanette has this awesome squeaky voice that is squeakier than mine. (So really, she has no rights to call me squeaky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know lots of people who are forgetful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like Maple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like Maple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like Maple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like Maple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MAAAAAAPLEEEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You evil babboon. I hope you're reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You better not lose contact with us like Daniel To, who more or less dropped off the world (or something).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, back to my reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manga is relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Up is funny. (Who would name a female bird 'Kevin' anyways?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Air planes are evil now. (As in the H1N1 period)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Doing homework for a change feels good. Not that I'm always going to, just more often now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sheryl is...... a very kesian soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways... kind of stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I somehow do not know what to write lately. I am at loss of words. Its exacly 4.13 a.m. now, and the car will be here at 4.30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It feels like I'm stepping into a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please look forward to pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And expect no post when I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;itekimasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. Good luck Maple. Don't die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.P.S: Exam is rearing for exam. Junior  test....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4700370151143427098?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4700370151143427098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4700370151143427098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4700370151143427098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4700370151143427098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-151362626038155613</id><published>2009-08-15T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T05:53:13.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post that might Annoy you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Said person is hereby the MOST SILLIEST person that I have ever met. Why, you ask? Well, how about this: No particular reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jamie is a nonsensical (yes, its a word), tyrannical evil monster who plans on taking over the world when she grows older. During a period in class, I saw her blueprints for making a 'World Destruction Machine'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT DOUBT ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For any police/politically influenced people who's reading this, I urge you to arrest her, and arrest her now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And I would proudly like to inform you of a certain information that I have just dug out recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jamie is actually a mutant and she can shape shift into a mouse. Hence, why she looks like one. Doesn't everything seem to make sense now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She is also a sucker for chocolate tempting and likes childish stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For example: Disney songs, Play-Doh, fluffy pillows, puppies, french fries.... stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can go on and on about this queer creature, but I'm afraid that my awesomeness will be overbearing. Therefore, I will take my leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But before I do so, I would like to add some stuff about subject 006 and 009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject 006&lt;/strong&gt; is commonly known as Melanie. But she hides a secret that is too terrifying to expose that I shall expose it just to terrify you. She is in fact, not a human, but an alien sent down to earth with subject 009 to TAKE OVER ALL COW FARMS!!! -insert dramatic hero-is-going-to-die music-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As for &lt;strong&gt;Subject 009&lt;/strong&gt;, she is also an alien known as Jo Ning aka Piggy, as stated in the previous paragraph. Not only that, but her 'innocent looks' fools humans, and with an evil smirk adorned on her equally evil face, she swoops in for the kill, and poof, she possesses your mind. -cue take for evil laughter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This post has finally reach its conclusion, which will not be stated (the conclusion that is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-151362626038155613?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/151362626038155613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=151362626038155613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/151362626038155613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/151362626038155613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/08/jamie.html' title='Random Post that might Annoy you :)'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-814725599398983127</id><published>2009-08-08T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:08:49.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was awkward. And I was hiding. So stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways, I told the Agents about what happened on Friday. And they advised me to ask advice from seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its ok though. I think I can handle it on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Honestly, I cannot write my true feelings towards this years AGM. But I can say that this is a very (to me) odd event. Odd, but quite amusing and nice once you see the form 5's playing other instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have noticed that my post is becoming shorter and shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Doesn't matter. At least I updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I watched Harry Potter today. It was quite good I dare say. Better than the last one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harry doesn't look so muck like an idiot anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hermione is s brilliant as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ron looks more.... erm.... shaggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Luna is dreamy and hillarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Draco develops a proper character and finally shaping himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dumbledore's manipulative side is shown throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And last but not least, Bellatrix. How I love her sadistic humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is a show I can recommend. Though it's a little too fast paced. I am now waiting for G-Force on the 17th September. The hamster agents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I will try to round up Magnificent Seven to go with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Till then. Ta-ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-814725599398983127?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/814725599398983127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=814725599398983127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/814725599398983127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/814725599398983127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/08/agm.html' title='AGM'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4193860647807009617</id><published>2009-08-07T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:54:07.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Webecca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY REBECCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today is Rebecca's birthday. She received a lot of presents. But I didn't bring mine. But I will give it to her on Monday. May she be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was nothing interesting yesterday. Exept Jamie and Jo Ning will be going to Melanie's house. And Jamie is more crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is the end of my post. Will post again (maybe) later at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: I am not angry. I am super angry that I want to fcking kill someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.P.S: She will be easy to kill, her being old and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.P.P.S: Thank you for your conceern. I really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4193860647807009617?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4193860647807009617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4193860647807009617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4193860647807009617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4193860647807009617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-webecca.html' title='Happy Birthday Webecca...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4327738462190509439</id><published>2009-07-15T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:18:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The person who tagged me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ley Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your relationship with her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your first impression of her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bubbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The most memorable moments with her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Her belanja-ing me soya bean =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The most memorable thing she said to me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Be yourself. Or "I belanja you soya bean" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If she became your lover, what does she need to improve on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Assuming I'm a boy... her emo-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If she became your enemy, the reason will be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Misunderstanding. It's always that reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If she beccame your enemy, what will you do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'd be black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The most desirable thing you want to do for her now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have a talk over soya bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your overall impression of her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mood swings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The characteristics you hate most about yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Behemoth... then I can be with Khamsin.... sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For people who care and love you, say aomething to them: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stop caring! It's better this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pass this quiz to ten people: (You don't have to do it if you don't want to... cause I'm super nice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.  Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Jo Ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Jeanette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Shi Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. Shi Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. Franscine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who is 6 having a relationship with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is 9 male or female? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come to think of it... everyone in the list is female... =.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is 2 studying at the moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...making burgers? (Don't kill me!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who was the last person you had a chat with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shi Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What kind of music does 8 like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese, I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does 1 have any siblings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A sister and... a brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is 4 single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grover likes Gary -smiles evilly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is the surname of 5? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's the hobby of 3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Probably playing the pipa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do 7 and 9 get along well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where is 10 studying at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMJK Katholik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Say something casual about your eyes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They're different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have you tried developing feelings with 2? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes... we're good friends now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where does 9 live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What am I? A stalker meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What colour does 4 like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black... I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are 1 and 5 good friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope. They dono each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does 2 like 7? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How do you get to know 8? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Band. Sister's KT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does 3 have any pets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. Maybe fishies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is 7 the sexiest person in the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shi Hui and sexy? -faints-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you sexy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What am I doing now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drooling over Khamsin-sama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4327738462190509439?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4327738462190509439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4327738462190509439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4327738462190509439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4327738462190509439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged_15.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-353578390574764849</id><published>2009-07-15T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:51:01.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-353578390574764849?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/353578390574764849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=353578390574764849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/353578390574764849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/353578390574764849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-649976343500865345</id><published>2009-07-09T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:37:42.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NICOLE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's so many things I wanna tell you. But when I try to type something in your c-box, it says that its locked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So I have decided that either you read this post or I call you when I'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, Mr Collin is my english teacher and he tends to talk a lot about his condition. He's quite sick and is having difficulty moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyways... my exam results are terrible. I expected them to be much better. I even failed a subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Math. How I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Drama competition is NEXT WEEK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh my god! Why is everything so fast? We are definately going to be a terrible thing out there. Especially lead actor Tan Kai Ren who possesses no emotions whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Die la. Haven't even made Joseph Buquet, the chandelier and the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;May we survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S: Tell me if you know a good recipe for Peach Crumble that is simple and easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-649976343500865345?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/649976343500865345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=649976343500865345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/649976343500865345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/649976343500865345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/07/nicole.html' title='Nicole'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-3420730150141834212</id><published>2009-06-30T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:53:27.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SkoHz5gQtqI/AAAAAAAAATI/BBASciOKic0/s1600-h/Phone+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353099695274112674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SkoHz5gQtqI/AAAAAAAAATI/BBASciOKic0/s320/Phone+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SkoHzYRq1GI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6iJYvLEZ1QU/s1600-h/Phone+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353099686354539618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SkoHzYRq1GI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6iJYvLEZ1QU/s320/Phone+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SkoHzudtOVI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZMO-wg536F8/s1600-h/Phone+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353099692310608210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SkoHzudtOVI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZMO-wg536F8/s320/Phone+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The above picture is Peanut, my cute but evil dog. Evil cause she likes to bite my fingers. The above peanut-staring-at-you pic is titled Creepy Nut due to its creepiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I had switch off the lights and switch on the flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I just realize that every year, a teacher will walk out on me. Example: Pn. Cow, Cik Norul, Mr Collins, Pn. Sarimah (she's leaving soon and I'm going to morning class)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What's up with that? Maybe its because I'm unlucky or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Recently things have been pressuring me. Like drama for instance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never mind... I don't want to share my problems with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And I've been involving in more books lately. I love books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for my new English teacher... he, in my opinion, is worse than Mr Collins. He's just so... pushy... in a bad way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lesson learned: Judge a book by its appearance. That, after all, is an important factor for a first impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And as some people know, the thing about first impression is that you only get to make one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-3420730150141834212?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3420730150141834212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=3420730150141834212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3420730150141834212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3420730150141834212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/06/above-picture-is-peanut-my-cute-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SkoHz5gQtqI/AAAAAAAAATI/BBASciOKic0/s72-c/Phone+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-6954657177376588012</id><published>2009-06-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:15:20.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;After a thousand years, an idecisive writer looks into her computer with dreamy eyes, and stares, almost lovingly. "I've missed you," she whispered, "Anime..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Stop. Some corrections should be known. It's "I need to update ," she whispered, "Soon..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There. Genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways, lately, my mom has been obsessed with pie. First it was seafood pie... then chicken. Not that I'm complaining. They're quite good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Exam is finally over. And I'm updating because of that. Today is the first day after exam and I have already been punched in the face by someone saying, "You suck in Malay,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apparently, my Malay is suckish, and I have no hope AT ALL for Science. The rest... let's just say I'm praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I do not know what is wrong with everybody lately, saying I'm in love... God, my friends are idiots. All of them. First band, now the class? ...no comment on said idiocy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recently, I have noticed that my English is turning bad. There is only one way to help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Presenting: -drum rolls-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WAY OF IMPROVING: READ DICTIONARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;No seriously, dictionaries are facinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;By the way, I've managed to finish up my D.Gray-man anime during the first week of holidays. It's seriously good. Although it came to a stop. That would be over soon as long as the manga artist heals her wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Still waiting for One Piece. They only post an episode a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay... since when did the topic move to anime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh my god! I just remembered something real bad... as in really JUST REMEMBERED! I forgot to do my duty today. No wonder something was missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, have a few reminders for myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lend Yin Jun a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Finish Audrey's book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Pay Gerald RM5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Beat Peanut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Post Peanut's pictures on the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Remid Jo Ning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Remind Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Buy pie tin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Finish GE project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well then... &lt;em&gt;~ta (post for Mels for reminding me to update)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-6954657177376588012?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6954657177376588012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=6954657177376588012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6954657177376588012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6954657177376588012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-post.html' title='New post!!!'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-6451851374873481281</id><published>2009-06-03T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:20:11.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tagged By Michelle!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag ten people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real - nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. What is your name : Julie Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. A four Letter Word : Jezz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. A boy's Name : Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. A girl's Name : Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. An occupation : Julie (being myself is an occupation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. A color : Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Something you'll wear : Jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. A drink : Soya Bean! (Wait a minute, that doesn't start with J...) Juice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. A food : Jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: (This is tough) "J" on a towel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. A place : Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. A reason for being late : Jolly drunk (that doesn't even make sense)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Something you'd shout : Ja-mie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. A movie title : Jigoku Shoujo (it'll turn into a movie one day... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or something&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. A book title : Just Wiliam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. A musical group : (I don't think n answer exists for this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. An animal : Jaguar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. A street name : Julie Street :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. A type of car : Jaguar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. The title of a song : Jikan yo Tomare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;1. Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;2. Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;3. Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;4. Nicole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;5. Jeanette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;6. Jo Ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;7. Sheen Woei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;8. Shi Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;9. Francine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;10. Maple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-6451851374873481281?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6451851374873481281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=6451851374873481281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6451851374873481281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6451851374873481281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-michelle-its-harder-than-it.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-1072928415582739769</id><published>2009-05-26T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:55:11.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing interesting happened at all today. Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Except for the fact that I've gotten in pointless arguments. Cried over stupid things. Found that I haven't give up. Cried again. And miss Christa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miss you too, because you were there the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And realised that tomorrow is your birthday and wonder what to give you. And tried to remember what I gave you last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was short, but it was wonderful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-1072928415582739769?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1072928415582739769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=1072928415582739769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1072928415582739769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1072928415582739769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-2785022696375521107</id><published>2009-05-15T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:53:12.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New post alert! New post alert! Attention to all readers. Defense! Defense! Over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, as most of you know... today is Hari Guru. And people seem to be surprised that I wore a skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What can I say? It's part of the uniform. Go find other people to stare at. Like Jeanette. Seeing Jeanette today reminded me of the fact that she was a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know... I always imagined Jeanette as a something torn between boy, girl and squirrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The high heels were so painful. Note to self: avoid formal activities like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was quite fun though... to walk around wearing differently from other people. We were free!!! Not cooped up like the sad caged animals in the Sports Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today, I can finally sleep peacefully and stay up late at night and finish up my anime and read my fanfiction and do stuff that I haven't been able to do peacefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I AM FREE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And as my first act of freedom, I will be cooking clam with mushroom sauce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Speaking about that, on Mother's Day, the creme brulee that I made was really tasty considering the fact that it was my first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I don't understand why people seem to be shocked that I can cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What do you think I am? A tomboy? I can survive, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Not to self: Next time, make more creme brulee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reminder: Exam coming. Start studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-2785022696375521107?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2785022696375521107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=2785022696375521107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2785022696375521107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2785022696375521107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4163938317920526408</id><published>2009-05-06T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:30:24.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Julie Tan Qian Ru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A name that you people would recognize. One could pass by the road walking pass Julie and not feel discouraged. You know why? Cause she'll wave her hands enthusiastically to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why Julie is normal, you ask? Julie is in every way normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;She likes chocolate, just like everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She dislikes studying, just like everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She likes reading books. Just like most people does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She likes soya bean and manga and salami and internet and anime and black and HT and... the point is, she is very normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why you ask? Well, she just is. Got a problem with that? ...... Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, Sukan is finally over. MPO is tomorrow. Mother's Day is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What are you people planning to do for your mother? For your information, I'm making creme brulee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yes, I know how to make these things. Don't underestimate the power of the awesome Julie Tan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHOOOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;coughcough, anyways, I hope it turns out succeesful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;An early congratulations to mothers all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;The AWESOMEST,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4163938317920526408?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4163938317920526408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4163938317920526408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4163938317920526408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4163938317920526408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-am-normal.html' title='Why I am normal'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-131072426521626429</id><published>2009-05-04T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:44:13.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVIL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today was a horrible and terrible day. I've just made more people in Band think I'm crazy! Which I'm not. I'm just a common girl that you wouldn't bother to know. Extremely normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Putting that aside, to think that I was so fantastically happy that I finally remembered to bring my shirt after practice... only to find out that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't bring my PJPK shorts. The horror -waves hands in distress-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, I asked my 'cute' little sistah to lend me. But noooo, she wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I got pissed and decided to bully her a little. Example: Throwing her Pallas Jazz far beneath the shoe rack. I was going to do worse, like steal her books and throw her bag downstairs (I can be mean when I want to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But (Ahh yes... the BUT word), I decided to ask her one last time. "Will you lend me the pants?" Now that I think of it, it sounds a little silly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She hesitated at first but I think she got a little intimidated by the glare I was giving her -the evil look that screamed 'KILL'- so in the end, I got the pants. What Julie wants, Julie gets. -insert super grin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So it was a save!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, the real horror starts during Science. Teacher didn't come so Jamie and Rebecca decided that I needed a makeover... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, I had to sit on Kai Ren's chair for five hundred hours before they're done and even then, they were saying, "Just a little bit adjusting..." for God knows how many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But in return, I get SOYA BEAN -waves hands on top of head like a maniac- and WHITE CHOCOLATE - another wave-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The hair was -censored- but quite -censored- in the end, Audrey said -censored-... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, it seems like the ' censored' button is having a major problem. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JULIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-131072426521626429?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/131072426521626429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=131072426521626429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/131072426521626429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/131072426521626429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/05/evil.html' title='EVIL...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5073854542696786349</id><published>2009-04-25T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:04:10.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Julie, to many people, is an uncommon name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Some baby book names rarely display such name but instead replace it with Julian, Juliet, Ju- anyways, different names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I find that... wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Until yesterday that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It all started a few hours after lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then I went for tea!!! I wasn't hungry... I just felt like eating. Ate cheesecake... It's been a really long time sice I ate one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then, the most exciting part of the day: THE BOOKSHOP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yes, the place where I can spend hours and hours and don't feel bored. It was so fun and enjoyable. The only place I can stand to do shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Until I saw - A book titled : For The Sake Of Julie... or something like that. That gave me gooosebumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I also saw a few books' authors name Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOOOOO!!!!! I want an uncommon name, and then the name starrts poping everywhere I go. Tis not fair! Thou shall pay... whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My name is now overused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The only good thing I got out of it is that I managed to convince koko to buy two books. I've already finished one last night so if you're interested, I don't mind lending you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The bad thing about said book is that when I bought it, I didn't notice that it was one of those series thing. Sure, the book is nice and all but now I have to track down the other one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Which is difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now if you may, leave me to my sulking, whining and pouting over the overuse fo my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5073854542696786349?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5073854542696786349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5073854542696786349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5073854542696786349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5073854542696786349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/04/julie.html' title='Julie'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4245693332460958419</id><published>2009-04-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:29:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Firstly, I'd like to announce the fact that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unprivating&lt;/span&gt; my blog. -clap clap clap- Thank you very much for your warm applause. I know I'm great :D Blame my ego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But the reason why I'm posting this is to answer a question. The question is: If you were an animal, what would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A-Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Angeline Tee = Shark (no doubt about that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arvind&lt;/span&gt; = Dog?! I guess. Half monkey? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Audrey = Bookworm? (Is that even an animal? ... Yes, yes it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; = Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deanna = Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Francine = Crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Grace = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... Dory (I guess... Dory from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jamie = Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jeanette Tong = The Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland (just a little more violent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jerome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; = White Polar Bear/Penguin (from North Pole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Julie Tan (ME!!!) = Dolphin :) (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Muhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kimi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nyam&lt;/span&gt; = Goldfish (fondly dubbed as Fishy by yours truly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Melanie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Khoo&lt;/span&gt; = ...we already know the answer to that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Phooi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; = Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; = Egret (a type of bird, got it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Wikepedia&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sheryl Tan = Unknown, therefore, is an alien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; Hui = Puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Teh&lt;/span&gt; Wen Yaw = Half Dinosaur Half Bart Simpson (Bart Simpson is counted as an animal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chyn&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... Stick Man (Stick Man is counted as an animal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Xiau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Thung&lt;/span&gt; (aka Sheryl) = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, would have said rabbit but you're not cute, so alien it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Shien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; = Hippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; = Rabbit (white one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt; = Chimpanzee (this was voted as he seems to be more '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt;' than a sloth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is all I'm writing for now. Will continue one day after more investigation and observations.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I had offended anyone, I give my sincere apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope you liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Julie Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4245693332460958419?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4245693332460958419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4245693332460958419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4245693332460958419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4245693332460958419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-is-who.html' title='Who is who?'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-792458282619596535</id><published>2009-04-12T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:06:42.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since the last post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;There are sooo many things that are new to me this year. Wow, it's already April. That reality has just sunk in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only about seven months before I leave this hell hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's see... my mom's renovating the house. She's giving us all a room and adding a new floor. We're going to have a balcony and a music room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm a little excited cause I'm finally getting a proper bookshelf for ALL of my books. But I kind of find it unnecessary to renovate the house. It'll cost a lot. Especially now that there's economy problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Too bad I got my stubborn genes from mum. Anyways, I appreciate her and &lt;3 her lotz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm also getting a new dog. O.o Have to train it to be discipline. I'll think it'll be ok, I'll just pass my discipline-ness to the dog! Genius I tells ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm looking for some people that can take care of the dog while I'm away... It seems that Mels, Jam and Aud have reacted positively. Now if I can just pull Jeanette...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Besides that, I'm probably having a chick too. Not the girls guys ogle at... the 'bak bak' one that most of you eat at least once a week for dinner. Just smaller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm having one of those fluffy yellow ones that are soo cute and tiny... -squeal- I've already named them (even though they're not here yet). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dog will be Peanut. Chick will be Peanut II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And for some odd reason, everybody thinks that the dog will eat the chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;All I can say is, "Oh really? You'll see my awesome training skills,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm also trying to develop a method to connect my breathing training in flute and swimming. I've found a connection so I hope I'll be succesful. All I have to do is apply and make little changes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have to try hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By the way, this post is 'dedicated' to Mels who forced me to post it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May your swords stay sharp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-792458282619596535?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/792458282619596535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=792458282619596535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/792458282619596535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/792458282619596535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-last-post.html' title='Since the last post....'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-6416236176657462095</id><published>2009-04-01T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:08:00.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>周记</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Once again, how are you people doing? Let me tell you about my week so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday: 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today, I broke the front door of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bilik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Masakan&lt;/span&gt;. Truly I'm sorry. But it's not even really my fault. Bear and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't let me in so I... pulled it a bit too hard and the whole thing came off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I really feel guilty! Thankfully, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt; understood how innocent I am and let me free. (I rock!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have just found out that April Fool is coming back and was thinking up some pranks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I will try my best! ~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesday: 31st March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally found Math tuition. Will be going this Thursday along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;! I shall pray that I survive. Besides that, I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Am panicking. I didn't do 作文. Shoot! I can see my marks flying away. Luckily, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; A-OK. I can still make it for tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heard that Julie? You better double your efforts and don't slack off tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wednesday: 1st April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;...I slacked off. So I had to experience the wave of panic during class. But don't worry, I have 5 classes of relief! I bet you weren't even worried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIVE!&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;But it's a pity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sarimah&lt;/span&gt; didn't come. I wanted to play a prank on her. Speaking about pranks, I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; quite a lot of people today... and fell for two classical pranks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Okaay&lt;/span&gt;, maybe three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;First one by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt;, first-and-a-half is by Jeanette, and lastly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt;, what an 'unlikely' pair. -Please note that Jeanette was NOT MENTIONED-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt; played one that mentioned, "Your clip (the thing for the hair) is falling down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt; played one that mentioned, "Your shoelaces are untied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know... I fell for such a trick. I have been humiliated beyond disbelief. How dishonourable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lastly, I've joined 'LIE'... I don't remember what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; called but I'm entering along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt;, Jean and Jo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ning&lt;/span&gt;. Please wish us luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Extra info that certain people might not want to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanted to prank Jerome, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Arvind&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt; by calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Arvind&lt;/span&gt; at three in the morning and tell them that Jerome was looking for them and that it was urgent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It didn't happen because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. I was too sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. I don't think they would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;falled&lt;/span&gt; for the trick. Especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Arvind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. I was sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;~Happy April, Fools!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-6416236176657462095?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6416236176657462095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=6416236176657462095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6416236176657462095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6416236176657462095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='周记'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-7019185107073059227</id><published>2009-03-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:58:58.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pissed off Julie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm feeling extra emo right now. Pissed off by quite a number of people. Add to that, have just came back from reading Jeanette's latest post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Which by the way, DO NOT BELIEVE A SINGLE WORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd spam her blog but I'm too angry to show her that I care... Maybe tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As for Melanie Moo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't tag me! This was suppose to be my tag-free year! And those questions.... so awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Speaking about awkward questions, I remember my English double period today. Only 1 word can describe it &gt; indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let me tell you of my humiliation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr Collins wanted to know about my... thoughts about The Phantom Of The Opera show I watched a few weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He was saying that the phantom was more handsome than the Vicomte guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He asked me who I think was more handsome. That was very humiliating. I could pratically feel myself turning red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If you know me well, you should have known how much I dislike men... (Unreliable... no offence) and I tried saying, "Erm, teacher, can I don't answer the question. It's a little too awkward..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Please note the TRIED. I managed to say till 'don't' when some idiot (Can't remember his name (yes, it's a he) doesn't deserved to be remembered) go and cut off my line by saying something foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't remember what he said. Just knew that I was stuck in a embarassing situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And so, I opted for another answer, "Erm... Vicomte looked like a girl... (Vicomte guy had long hair)" Yup, that was the exact words I spoke out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apparently, teacher wasn't satisfied about the level of humiliating me and pressed me for a more direct answer. Mr Collins just couldn't take the hint that I wanted the floor to swallow me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"That means the phantom is more handsome or the Vicomte?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My answer: "Phantom?" (Yes, I made it sould like a question. Only then would he let me go. Truly a terrifying experience.) And Melanie was laughing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would tell you about my equally terrifying experience with Pn. Sarimah but maybe next time. If you remind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One more thing! If I by some odd miraclee, managed to get a pass in Math (results come out tomorrow), I will belanja the first three people to contact me a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All you have to do is be the first three people who demand a drink from me AFTER SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lastly, Mels, can you delete the tag off me? Pwease -puppy eyes- Thank you!&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/4293527866364519391-7019185107073059227?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7019185107073059227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=7019185107073059227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7019185107073059227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7019185107073059227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/03/pissed-off-julie.html' title='A pissed off Julie...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-8078305728519379166</id><published>2009-03-15T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:25:49.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet you missed me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life is a jumbled of mixed up problems now. Mainly THE DAMN -censored- MATH -censored- which is going to take away my chance of getting a PASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have my intelligence lowered down to a C class as my only goal is to get a measly pass. What has the world come to? Before I continue on my other subjects, allow me to vent my frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE MATH. I HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ok, will stop now since I guess I'm boring you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anybody who has math tuition, please tell me. I will (maybe) be seeing you in a month. Trust me, I don't want this. It's either I ask or my mom storms into school to ask teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I ask you. What can be more humiliating than your mother in school? Think. I'll give you some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop. That's enough. Now type your answers in the c-box... Excellent. I'll read it the next time I'm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now where was I? Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMO-CHAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Auntie Jeanette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now that that's over, I would like to complain over the fact that Jeanette did NOT get wet during her birthday. What a shame really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Next, Joanne jie jie, I express my deepest regrets over your less than satisfactory results of SPM. 7/11. Hey, it's seven eleven! Best of luck this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coughcough... Anyways, I have been thinking about Arvind's prank. You know, the one he mentioned. The piggy one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Arvind, if you provide the pigs, I'll do the prank. Warning: People who behave like pigs are not counted as an actual pig :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And if by some weird chance Maple is reading this, I would like to ask: 'What happened to your blog?' And if by some weird chance Zech is reading this, I would like to say: 'Make a blog.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ahh yes, it seems like a long time since I posted. I hope everyone gets good results save for Jian Jack and Weng Fai (yes, I still resent them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And lastly, to people who know Tey Jamie: If I handed you some meat, would you eat it? They're&lt;strong&gt; cheekily&lt;/strong&gt; nice and tastes exquisite. I guarantee that. Tee Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Till the next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Signed, Julie the Almighty -grins-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;p/s: If you can't tell I'm happy, you're a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-8078305728519379166?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8078305728519379166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=8078305728519379166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8078305728519379166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8078305728519379166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/03/bet-you-missed-me.html' title='Bet you missed me!'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4927044905232889792</id><published>2009-03-02T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:23:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lock Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to Parkson to... hunt for Jeanette's gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you're wondering why I'm mentioning this here, where Jeanette will most probably see, let's just say that I'm being optimistic and hoping that she won't read this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyways, it was quite a hunt since I wanted something for different for Jeanette. She's a good friend after all... sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways, when I was looking for things, I saw a cute cushion that had a penguin head sticking out. You could hug that thing forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I was thinking that it would be suitable for Jerome. But then I remember that Jerome's birthday is on December. Swt la... Maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I saw many other interesting things. There was this corner that made you stuff fibre into teddy bears and these teddy bears have their own birth certificates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would have wanted one if they were pigs instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;That would be cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today in school, the title for the board is finally announced! My committee and I discussed in during PJPK class which was more or less relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This part is a request from Jerome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;During last period, i had to lock the door as it was my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In actual fact, it's KT's job but he's too lazy so we take turns. This week is my turn :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hope Zech isn't like that too... but knowing him, it's quite a high possibility. Anyways, the damn lock, or was it the key, was so spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cacat already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jerome had to stop by and help me. That was quite embarassing for me. Feel like I'm useless or something. Anyways, he didn't suceed so I still have some of my pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I jam the whole thing up randomly and got it! Me am genius :D -dances the victory dance-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ok. Have to stop as I need to do my homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sayonara. Oyasumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4927044905232889792?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4927044905232889792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4927044905232889792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4927044905232889792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4927044905232889792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/03/lock-accident.html' title='The Lock Accident'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-1780880005473909448</id><published>2009-02-26T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:38:10.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Greetings fellow humans, I am Julie and I come from ... The Moon. On the moon, we have several aliens, as you call it, that are called mooners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, during a Science class (yes we have science class here too!), me and my fellow mooner, Jean and I discussed about our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not the when-I-grow-up-I-want-to-go-to-Earth future, but rather Mels’ future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At first, we talked about marketsuper (in Earth its called supermarket). Jean said that someone of her… caliber will not be seen working in a marketsuper. And our eyes trailed off to Mels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes… Mels, (or Melanie Moo) will definitely fit in a marketsuper or Mac Donalds GalacticaL Empire selling moo burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Moo burgers. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Then we added something else into our imagination. Mels wearing a cow costume selling moo burgers, saying, “It’s moo-licious!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It was hilarious. Apparently, Mels didn’t think the same way. One day Mels, one day, you’ll understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back to Earth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What is wrong with you people and my General Knowledge. It’s not that bad. Who cares if Obama is the President of US (or is it UK?) or that Brad Pit is some kind of famous actor, or that Nemo is orange? It’s humiliating for me to be questioned like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As if last year wasn’t enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If Zech is reading this, I would just like to tell him that I have stolen one of his pen from last year and I don’t plan on giving it back to him. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Told you I was going to be random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now for the last subject of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AD&lt;br /&gt;Calling all nice people from ex-1C2 ’08:&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, Pn. Ngow/Cow is lying in the hospital after just giving birth to her baby, (I know that that’s hard to believe, the fact that she has a baby, at least) but I would like you all to find the good in you and join forces to do a small card to congratulate her.&lt;br /&gt;Please….&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’ll consider this last act of good deed before you join the force of evil.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette’s welcome to join too!&lt;br /&gt;Please consider seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Warning : Only one swear word per person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If interested, contact Tan Qian Ru from 2B5. If you don’t know who Tan Qian Ru is, then I’ll remind you that she has another name: Julie. If you don’t know who Julie is… jump off a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now that that’s done, I have one last thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Arvind, your sis is so cool! She WATCHES Bleach. One day, you WILL arrange a meeting so I can see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;…coughcough I’m, done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Julie Tan Qian Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P/S: I wonder if I should unprivate my blog? It's such a hassle to type everything in... Please give some opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-1780880005473909448?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1780880005473909448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=1780880005473909448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1780880005473909448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1780880005473909448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness-3.html' title='Randomness 3'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-2074556710174437919</id><published>2009-02-21T03:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:53:45.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam's coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Recently, my internet connection isn't doing so well. I wonder why? Anyways, here I am for another update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In school... it seems like quite a few number of people has started calling me Julie 姐姐. I feel so old. It's all Soon Kang's fault. He started it. Sigh... I'm sure they'll get rid of this habit sooner or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My glue and roller are now an endangered species. More than five people is always asking to lend them. ...... Sigh, what to do? Can't say no or else will feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Another bad thing that happened this week was our science teacher, Pn. Noorlia.... wait, that's not right, my new science teacher, ... (I think I've forgotten her name), is starting to act arrogant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She keeps saying how smart she is and how her level is above us. Yes, she used the exact words I just typed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When she was bragging, I was there thinking that it's a good thing Jeanette wasn't there (she was on holiday), or else she might spend the rest of the lesson criticizing our teacher while I have to tell her to stop using the F-word so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today, I had to go for band practice. Surprisingly, I enjoyed today's lesson very much. I love flute for some odd reason. Best not to get too obsessed or will end up like Gerald. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I first arrived, I saw Dennis Choo, LM AJK PK Tugasan 1. And Tan Jee Seng. Anyways, I was thinking whether I should go and ask for Dennis' signature but thought against it. I was too much of a coward to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have mix feelings about band. Feels a little lonely... I'm the only new member of form 2. Wish I had joined last year. The form 1s talk about different things and I feel a little left out since I'm not their age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And about form 2... I'm not suppose to break down the barrier between us... Jeanette tried involving me but I feel like I'll be damaging something. Basically, I feel like an outsider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I could quit now and leave my seniors who will probably be angry at me or worse, disappointed, but I won't, cause I love flute, wish is real odd. Don't even know why I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Give flute a few years and it'll probaly take over soya bean. Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Anyways, exam is coming. About time everybody starts studying! Not that I would. I'm far too busy. I'll try to squeeze some of my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Been thinking whether I should porpusely get bad results so that people would look down at me and underestimate me? Hmm... can I afford such a plan? Hopefully yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, I would like to give an advice to Mels: Don't you dare &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; quit LM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;That is all. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-2074556710174437919?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2074556710174437919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=2074556710174437919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2074556710174437919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2074556710174437919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-coming.html' title='Exam&apos;s coming...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-2049558257222029366</id><published>2009-02-14T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:28:28.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merentas Desa... among other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I received some complains that I needed to update so.... here I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Let's see... Well, today we had Merentas Desa aka Cross Country. I personally felt that I was faster last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe it's also due to the fact that I ate lots of sweets along the way. You can't really blame me, after all, my leg cramped up last night so I was half limping and already at disadvantage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come to think of it, if there was one thing that I could have during the middle of Merentas Desa, then I would like to have a hot cup of soya bean. With cincau if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For everyone who's reading out there, don't you dare roll your eyes! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyways, after that, it was me eating a whole bunch of stuff to regain calories. There were a few people that I knew that didn't have to run the stupid thing. Don't like them... :(  They're so lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After eating, it was lepak-ing around school and then they asked us to gather in the tapak perhimpunan. That was hot, boring and annoying. I hated every second of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When it's finally done, and I'm happy eating lunch at home, i was sent to my appointment with my dentist... to do &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did I put that a little too small? I meant&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BRACES !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On Monday, you can come look for me and laugh. I'm not walking to any of your classes to show you. That would be humiliating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyways, I now feel a little annoyed. I had just gotten used to the little rubber bands between my tongue and now I have to start all over again with this metal thingies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Should have eaten caramel before seeing the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyhow, I would stop now as I have a few fanfiction to read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-2049558257222029366?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2049558257222029366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=2049558257222029366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2049558257222029366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2049558257222029366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/02/merentas-desa-among-other-things.html' title='Merentas Desa... among other things'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4320098854289734092</id><published>2009-02-08T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:26:23.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday: I went for the first Band practice. It was embarrassing. I was the only form 2... But Ley Kuan, Ley Mun's sister seems to be glad. I'm the only form 2 now in the flute section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hate the marching but I'll bear with it. I want to start playing the flute. My eagerness astounds me. My seniors seems nice. Feel really awkward though. Not to mention there are so many AJKs that I have to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll prove my determination my holding on until the end. I kinda... never mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyways, I hope I can get along with everyone. The Top 4 of band seems strict though. I feel very stumped about Jeanette too. Not writing down the reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yesterday, I had to wear a skirt... Why does everybody think it as unbelievable? Is it weird that I wear skirts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I met Ley Mun and Ley Kuan in MPH in Mid Valley yesterday. I went out with Mels to celebrate her birthday. Ting Jia and &lt;em&gt;some other people&lt;/em&gt; were there too. We watched Pink Panther 2. We took the front row, six seats. Just nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyways, it seems that everybody is against the idea of buying a card to say congratulations to Puan Cow. Jeanette seems to hate the very thought of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention. I saw Shih Hei there too. Just a glance though and me and Mels were thinking, 'What the hell is he doing here?' I don't think he recognizes us. I think. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I still have a lot of homework. Have to start doing. Let's see... I have to photocopy the books Gerald gave and memorize the AJK list. Not to mention LM... I also have a pile of homework and I'm cranky cause everybody is insulting soya bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not to forget that I can't eat anything hard. This is getting ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The good news is I bought a new book yesterday. Alreday done reading it though. Mels still owes me RM23...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank God today is a holiday. Hopefully will be 'rajin' enough to finish homework before tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4320098854289734092?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4320098854289734092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4320098854289734092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4320098854289734092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4320098854289734092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-1328569840055205406</id><published>2009-02-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:10:07.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As I said, I went to Club Med in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cherating&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who don't know where that is, let me just say that Google exists for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;School is hectic as usual. I came back on the evening of Sunday so I had to rush to do my homework. Then, I proceeded in calling five of my classmates to double check with the homework we're suppose to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I called Jeanette too, and she taught me how to breathe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wait, that's a bad thing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt; birthday... and Jamie. I hope they have a wonderful 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year. If you can't tell, then I'm rubbing it in their face that they're older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aunties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coughcough&lt;/span&gt;, I think I can feel the killer intent from here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;... they'll probably forget in school anyways. Just to inform you people, if I have to vote the-teacher-who-gives-the-most-homework so far, then Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; wins hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Chinese homework are piling up while the English ones are catching up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sigh... Not to mention, there are already two projects that have been given out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My feeling these days are bordering extremely tired and happy... A good combination, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Next week will finally be the week where I wear braces... I'll close my mouth as much as I can so you won't see me talking so much :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mels&lt;/span&gt; owes me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soya&lt;/span&gt; bean, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jezz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aud&lt;/span&gt; owes me RM10 each! (They both lost to bets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hopefully I will be able to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chan's&lt;/span&gt; present on Saturday... I shall pray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am also trying to shorten my blog posts... will try hard! Everybody types less than me so I have to follow the 'in' thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know... =.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hope you guys have fun this month... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;merentas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;desa&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-1328569840055205406?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1328569840055205406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=1328569840055205406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1328569840055205406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1328569840055205406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-428404471515964231</id><published>2009-01-29T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:45:53.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year songs these days are so different. They twist the songs a little so that it sounds just a little... different. I miss the old ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways, just like to tell you people that I came back from evil-place-with-no-Internet-connection today. So, as you can see, the first thing I did was go to mangafox to read manga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kyaaa!!! I'm in heaven. Add a big glass of soya bean and I'd die of happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But there was no soya bean so... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm very disappointed as I have very little angpaus this year, but chinese new year is not over yet. I'm going to Club Med tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That makes me unable to attend Arvind's party. I'm very upset. Add to the fact that I have yet to start on my homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Holidays are terrors sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's so many things to be done. I have very limited time. Some times, I wish I could freeze time and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And Zi Xuan, trust me, the you-know-who guy is NOT cute at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This post will be slightly short but I'll write another on Sunday or maybe Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I think I fall sick every new year. I wonder why? My cousins and I spent the nights in Penang trading ghost stories and we were so shakened that we didn't dare bathe once it passed 6 o'clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hopefully that will clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I shall stop this post now. Yes, I know it's short but as you know how lazy I am, I'm sure you're not surprise to know that I have yet to pack my clothes for tomorrow's trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So ta-ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;P/s: zx, I'm sorry to inform you of this but speaking to my cousin, Joanne, has made me once again, OBSESSED with HT. ...... Kyaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-slaps myself-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Niu Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-428404471515964231?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/428404471515964231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=428404471515964231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/428404471515964231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/428404471515964231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-2829130823078657196</id><published>2009-01-22T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:49:37.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are stronger than boyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday in school was fun. Minus the whole Jerome-giving-me-a-new-lame-nickname thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;First of all, I would like to say, I decicate this post to Teh Wen Yaw. Clap clap clap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let me tell you what happen. It all started with Wen Yaw being mean to me and so I took his buku kerja from his bag... and stuck out my tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He saw and started to fight to get it back . It was literally a tug of war. Then I taunted him and said that he wasn't man enough since the book was stuck in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That got him and he started mocking me. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Erm, I got a little angry and started pulling harder. I think I pulled a tad bit hard and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I pulled Wen Yaw and his desk forward and he ended up toppling next to me. To me, that was a little embarrassing cause the whole class was looking at me due to all the noise this little incident has caused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My first reaction was to apologise. A lot. I was so guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;However, once the whole incident finally sank into my mind, I smirked evilly and told him how he wasn't man enough since he lost to a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You might think that that's cruel, but for a guy that describes himself as 'cute, sexy and 100% boy' and has a high pitched ah sam voice, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The next incident was during seni visual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyone who is being taught by Pn. Wan Noraizan will understand that she's a tad bit boring when it comes to her class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I turned around and demand Yaw Yaw (Wen Yaw's nickname) to arm wrestle with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I still remember last time that when I asked Seh Lim if I can arm wrestle with him, everybody laughed at me. What's up with that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, as you can &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;that I'm grinning from ear to ear, you will know that I won the match. I rock! Muahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Coughcough... Anyways, the fact that he's a red/black belt (bordering there) in Teakwando is a bonus plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yaw Yaw lost to a girl! Squeal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anyways, I'm still trying to ask Shih Hei what his old chinese name was. He said that it sounded like sushi. Maybe Jerome will know. Note to self: Hunt Jerome down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh and it seems I have found Zech in Shih Hei since Shih Hei too, had good eyesight. And Zech, like Shih Hei, likes to brag about his eyesight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I nicknamed him pro 仔. It's quite cute, really, but he grumbles every time he hears it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I seriously have to stop comparing 1C2 and 2B5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;K, bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-2829130823078657196?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2829130823078657196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=2829130823078657196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2829130823078657196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2829130823078657196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-are-stronger-than-boyz.html' title='Girls are stronger than boyz'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-1728568971683313510</id><published>2009-01-21T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:02:53.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected typhoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Firstly, I thank Jerome from the bottom of my heart for the soya bean. Not that you had any say in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I also feel the irony of Zech being a PKT. I feel... proud that you're experiencing my suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My God... why are all boys perverted? I thought that it'll all end last year but noooo... What The Hell?! And no, I am not naive for thinking that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still remember who is a pervert. Introducing the enemies of all woman: Zech, Arvind, Jerome from 2008's 1C2. And: Jia Rong, Wen Yaw, Soon Kang and Shih Hei from 2009's 2B5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perverts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;...Anyways, have you heard that Puan Cow's in the hospital? Before all of you Puan Cow haters start making victory signs, I'll tell you the reason... but most of you have already know by now... She's having her baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would like to congratulate her when she comes back, because despite all the horrible feelings I have for her, she's my teacher. And for all that she has taught, even if it's a little, I want to thank her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So... want to come along till then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kidding... you don't have to force yourselves if you don't want to... Sheesh... What mean people I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't know about you guys but I'm trying my best not to remember my current teachers' names. I feels like I'm betraying... never mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that my KK's a pervert too. He shoved a book in my face with a picture of two lions 'in the process of breeding' and I think I screamed...? That was horrible. KK laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today was embarassing. A guy called Dustan yeeled out from the opposite corner of the room, "倩茹! 我跟你同校. 也是育才!" And I was so embarassed... I felt my whole face went red. I swear... he has no dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;New Year holiday is just at the doorstep. I wonder if Puan Sarimah will give me an angpow if I asked? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sigh... being a PKT once again is troublesome. The people here are vicious predators that will eat you up without hesitation. Wait.. I don't even know what I'm talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I still have to do my fail seni so I won't type much longer. I think the next post will be after the New Years. Hopefully not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adios Amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-1728568971683313510?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1728568971683313510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=1728568971683313510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1728568971683313510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1728568971683313510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected-typhoon.html' title='An unexpected typhoon'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-7092761212644813442</id><published>2009-01-16T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:44:59.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerko Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday was horrible. It was 'a series of unfortunate events'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As you people know, I had to pluck two of my teeth again. And this tme, it hurt a lot. The blood wouldn't stop flowing. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And then, I got in some stupid argument and then it was gerko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For those of you who is in the same school like me will understand, for those who don't...let's just say that gerko is all about 'get as much as you can'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get as much people as you can into your 'group'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That was the day I truly regret knowing so many people. The CHS band was ruthless, well. not the CHS band but Jeanette was; and the music oriental which had Mels and a small amout of my friends were determined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanted to participate in both but the schedhule clashes. It's quite sad actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it was a battle between Choir and ELS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't mind going in Choir but I love ELS. But ELS has that freak in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So I think I'm better off in ELS anyways. The word 'ignore' exists for a reason. In ELS, I have a brighter future as I don't see myself growing up to become a singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh, and about the band and Oriental, band won. Told you Jeanette was ruthless. I have an interview today. There's a 0 to a 100 of a possibility that I will be nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, this post is shorter than usual so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have to read my manga. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt; -gives a lazy wave-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-7092761212644813442?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7092761212644813442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=7092761212644813442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7092761212644813442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7092761212644813442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/gerko-day.html' title='Gerko Day'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-2276828470135113083</id><published>2009-01-14T05:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:33:15.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hectic week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okaay... how does this go again? I miss 1C2 alot. Don't feel like I'm going to fit in any sooner here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My KT, Phua Chu Kang (Sua Choon Kang), is a guy who is too laidback for his own good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My KK is a guy who I-don't-really-remember-his-name but that isn't the point. I keep thinking him as our Bendahari. Cause Arvind was a guy and he was our Bendahari and... you get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My Bendahari is a girl and that's wierd. I want to call her by her name and not Bendahari but I can't remember... I keep thinking of her as Kah Wai. That's... wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My PKT is the same person like last year. She still acts the same. A little laidback. And she's really nice... -raise hands up in defeat- Fine, you caught me... I'm still the same I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am deciding, like Mels, if I should turn this into a private blog as I'd probably be trash talking about my classmates for a while and I wouldn't want to be glared at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'd probably do it if Mels does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jean and Mels have found a way through my defense, catching me unaware and then poking me. I'll squirm a lot, and they'll laugh. It's kinda humiliating really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jeanette has been spending her time with Angeline, a girl from CHS band. I will speak/type no more as it isn't my position to reveal emo-chan's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me and Mels have found new friends but I miss my old ones. Bear and I still have recess together so... I still drink soya bean! That's the only positive thing I can think of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wish I was in 2C4. Cause majority of the class is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wait, I'm getting off topic. It's 'A Hectic Week', right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This week was hectic? Or was it last week. Puan Sarimah has taken picking-on-Julie-during-Geography to a whole new level. She picks on me more now. I think that it's cause by the sickness that students know as I'm-pregnant-so-I-have-mood-swings-muahahaha-hahaha... Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Mathematics isn't good, but anyone who knows me probably already knows that. Do you think I have a chance in getting in C class next year? I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh, oh! I forgot to add in: Maple likes HO TECK LI and she ate Cheng Mun and her child's name is Tam Tack Sheng. (Is it spelled correctly?) That is, according to Surky. If you're wondering about the age difference, or lack thereof, time machine exists for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anyways, things aren't looking up right now. Will provide an update which will probably a little late as I'm not in a really good mood these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to pick on my friends... or rather, I miss picking on my friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;P/s: There's a lot of homework here in B class. Another reason to add to my misfortunate-ness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mini dictionary: Misfortunate-ness is a word invented by Julie to show how unfortunate she is. It should only be used by Julie. That is all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-2276828470135113083?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2276828470135113083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=2276828470135113083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2276828470135113083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2276828470135113083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/hectic-week.html' title='A hectic week'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4938241764039106886</id><published>2009-01-07T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:13:26.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1C2 vs 2B5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life is chaos right now. I am once again in the same class like emo-chan. I have to pluck two of my teeth on Friday. I'm PKT once more. Puan Sarimah is out to get me, and is it just my imagination cause it seems like everyone's teasing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;At least Puan Susan doesn't scold me about my hands anymore =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To Zech-chan: OMG! You know what?! The person sitting next to me is a boy version of the old me on the first day of MY form 1. Now I know why you hate me. He's so annoying since he can't see the blackboard. I'd say sorry to you but I'm too much of a prick to do so. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To Ho Teck Li: There is little to none of a possibility that you'd be reading but I don't mind. I'm just being polite. Anyways, listen closely cause this is probably the closest thing you'd get as a compliment from me. The person in fromt of me is more annoying than you. He's an emo and antisocial. He's evil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Arvind: Erm... My bendahari is a girl and she's more 'rajin' than you? Can't really compare... But I like you more than Mels' current seatmate. At least you talked.... The only time you shouldn't talk is during Sivik. Remember the Spongebob Squarepants Sivik song? Damn you Jeanette... I still have nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Maple: I don't have you around to take your pencil case anymore. Waaahhh!!! And I miss stealing your books and poking and making fun of you and Ho Teck Li. Ho Teck Li and Maple, sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G... Okay, I'll stop now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Mels: ...Wait, you're in the same class like me. Still telling you to blame Zech about the present thing. And ex-1C2, please do not tell Mels that Puan Ngow gave everyone RM1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To Jean: Stop ruining my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I will not go to the dark side until you show me the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Daniel: You stupid, lousy @#%$#^*&amp;amp;* you jerk-who-migrated... How could you???? You were suppose to stay in Katholik and suffer because you're in the same class like Seh Lim again! Sigh... You always take away our fun. And believe it or not, I refer you to KT more than Daniel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;To Nicole: ...I'm not even going to start. I'll just say I miss you. I miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To Puan Lan Lai Yen: I hope it's not too late to tell you but on the last day of school last year, when we were playing Scrabble, I was planning to ask you to play with us but was too afraid. I sincerely regret my past actions. And now... sob... you're in the morning section...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To pregnant teachers in Katholik: You people are evil with your mood swings and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To KK: I curse you to be a KK next year so people will hate you and say bad things about you behind your back. Muahahahahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To Jerome: Stop eating penguins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will stop cause it seems that I have started tearing up.... sob.... will continue no longer... sob... hiccup.... sob...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P/s: 1C2 rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4938241764039106886?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4938241764039106886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4938241764039106886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4938241764039106886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4938241764039106886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/1c2-vs-2b5.html' title='1C2 vs 2B5'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4656880414036808128</id><published>2009-01-01T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:27:53.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;First off, I wish everyone a Happy New Year. May this year be less hell raising than the last. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was awake when they started displaying the fireworks and then there came numerous vibration from my handphone. It seems that there were a few friends wishing me Happy New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;During that time, mum and dad were off in the Hilton hotel to celebrate their wedding anniversary which was on the last day of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Back to the messages... I was surprised that my friends were awake at this time and was going to send them  a Happy New Year too when... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My damn handphone wrote 'sending failed'. I was practically growling in anger. Though I was kinda thinking the lines along, 'Is this a sign that I'll have bad luck this year?' Well, seeing after all, I AM Julie, I didn't doubt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, when I woke up, more bad luck. First things first, the Internet couldn't connect. Then, mum dragged us for new year shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you know me well, you know what that means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is not the first time I said this but, "I HATE SHOPPING," especially if it's for clothes and shoes. If it was for books that I'm fine! But clothes shopping? Shudders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was dragged everywhere. And then, I fell asleep on a really comfortable couch while mum was changing in the dressing room. I don't know how long I was asleep but dad woke me up so I trudged sulkily wondering how I got into this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll skip the unimportant details but once we were done shopping, which might I add, I couldn't find anything, we went to Mid Valley. Oh, we had shopping in The Garden. Anyways, since I couldn't find anything today, there's bound to be a next time... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We went to Mid Valley to buy dinner. Mum got some really thick ham and we bought a little seafood, dessert and some sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When we went back home, we made green tea noodles (the soup is wonderful), and we ate the ham, salmon, mushrooms and some kind of vegetable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think my stomach was going to burst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So here I am, after dinner, stomach still full and telling you about my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'd tell you about what I did to Jean and Mels but I don't think they'll appreciate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Till next time and once again, Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4656880414036808128?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4656880414036808128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4656880414036808128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4656880414036808128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4656880414036808128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-3617844038463466982</id><published>2008-12-30T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:06:28.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hmm, today was interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I went to school and was glaring at the line that was formed on the bookshop. There were so many people. I regret not buying my books sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I dropped Jezz in the hall. Then I met up with some friends. Then? What happened? Erm... oh yeah, I went to eat breakfast with my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Technically, I didn't eat anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, guess what? Wan Yi is in my class next year. Along with Mels and Jean. And other boys that I hate, mainly coughIongXiancough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I pray that Pn. Cow isn't going to teach us next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That would be hell on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's not my fault her class is boring... She just.... treats us like kids. And she can't pronounce the letter 'x' accurately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Back to Orientation. KT has to face Seh Lim again. Ha-ha! Then again, why Seh Lim is in B class in one of the unsolved mysteries on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I saw Hui Ling selling some new year things and then &lt;insert&gt; she asked me to buy some things. Be it cards or angpows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She was very persistent. So I bought angpows. They cost me RM 2. Well... they were cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Okaay, some bad news about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;They didn't sell soya bean!!! Why in the seven layers of hell... &lt;trails&gt;That was the whole reason I came to school today. I mean... the reason why I came to school today had nothing to do with the soya bean.... You believe me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, after 30 minutes of agonizing wait, I bought my books. And then, the saleswoman there mentioned that there was this wrapping book thing that was a 'must buy' according to the paper stuck there that was issued by the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, I had to waste RM 15 to buy it and when I told my friends about it, they told me that I could have lied and say I already have it. Oh well... Damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then I called Aud to tell her what class she was in and I mentioned something about books (stupid me) and she started panicking and asked me to help her buy hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After being granted permission by my mom, I agreed. So, mom came to give me extra money (her office is near school) and I passed her the heavy books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And when I came back to look for my sister... I found out that she fainted! Well, when I first saw her, I had to rub my eyes. There was an uncle and auntie fanning her like she was some kind of queen... Turns out that when she was halfway walking, she fainted... She has health problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Since she couldn't walk properly, I had to buy her AND Aud's books. I don't really mind but it was very heavy. Then I had to carry all the way out of school... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You know what? I'll just end my post here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-3617844038463466982?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3617844038463466982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=3617844038463466982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3617844038463466982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3617844038463466982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/12/orientation-day.html' title='Orientation Day'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-8820283013417798619</id><published>2008-12-23T01:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:41:19.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDUc_bwJ7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jMtuSWCJZCM/s1600-h/phillip+island+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, these pics are going to be random as I haven't the slightest idea on how to organize things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture was taken in Philips Island. Erm... yeah... To some of you who doesn't know who the girl beside me is, see the resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHvrmYReI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PQ--u68Tzww/s1600-h/phillip+island+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282941984877069794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHvrmYReI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PQ--u68Tzww/s320/phillip+island+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, these are some penguins who have arrived early... so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHvNOsrvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nLb7iGvgAa0/s1600-h/phillip+island+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282941976724680434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHvNOsrvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nLb7iGvgAa0/s320/phillip+island+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... this one is stupid. It's raining and there's this string which you can't see in the picture that doesn't allow anybody to touch the sleeping koala. As you can see, I have broken the rules. Jezz, on the other hand, couldn't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHugm5qLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/38HJhtralTM/s1600-h/phillip+island+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282941964746598578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHugm5qLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/38HJhtralTM/s320/phillip+island+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, we're in the koala convention centre in Philip Island. That's my mum... and Joei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHuHAoQBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4H3fW3o5FX0/s1600-h/phillip+island+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282941957875187730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHuHAoQBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4H3fW3o5FX0/s320/phillip+island+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o I forgot where this is but the sunset's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHt9zr-LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1CV3dDZJ8_Y/s1600-h/phillip+island+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282941955404986546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHt9zr-LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1CV3dDZJ8_Y/s320/phillip+island+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an echidna. Dad spotted it on our way home from the Great Ocean Road. T.T He thought it was an anteater. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF4h3fljI/AAAAAAAAAPw/f-q4gQr2LL4/s1600-h/CIMG0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939937860064818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF4h3fljI/AAAAAAAAAPw/f-q4gQr2LL4/s320/CIMG0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another picture of it just cause it looks cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF4RfpStI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PREIt13oeKU/s1600-h/CIMG0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939933465070290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF4RfpStI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PREIt13oeKU/s320/CIMG0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF3zQeOwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uQzw9Yn0Qp8/s1600-h/CIMG0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939925348367106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF3zQeOwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uQzw9Yn0Qp8/s320/CIMG0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one! I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF3vwYvYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Os1LZHkfOzI/s1600-h/CIMG0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939924408483202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF3vwYvYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Os1LZHkfOzI/s320/CIMG0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Ocean Road where nature is a beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF3GFbCWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7cu_b8qg7fM/s1600-h/CIMG0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939913222424930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDF3GFbCWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7cu_b8qg7fM/s320/CIMG0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, mummy and Jezz. Can you see I'm wearing two jackets? It was cold up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEEQXRbOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KuR6QbXmrz4/s1600-h/CIMG0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937940296690914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEEQXRbOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KuR6QbXmrz4/s320/CIMG0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEENY2YkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/I-xutehk8W8/s1600-h/CIMG0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937939498000962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEENY2YkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/I-xutehk8W8/s320/CIMG0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I requested this one to be taken! I love the shade of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEDqfKh_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/lNQ56VkW9Tg/s1600-h/CIMG0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937930129246194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEDqfKh_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/lNQ56VkW9Tg/s320/CIMG0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Thunder Cave. It's name after the sound when a wave crashes into it. They said that people died in there. There was a shipwreck. I think 29 people was floating there. Not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEDWdB29I/AAAAAAAAAOw/wu-Y5zaz8nY/s1600-h/CIMG0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937924751580114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEDWdB29I/AAAAAAAAAOw/wu-Y5zaz8nY/s320/CIMG0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the difference between the sky and sea. It's better in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEDH-As-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/UkiqfgmAYRA/s1600-h/CIMG0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937920863384546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDEDH-As-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/UkiqfgmAYRA/s320/CIMG0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water here is darker. Dad say's it's because of the seaweed but I think the water there is deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCWcTM2_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5WlRSoG9zZM/s1600-h/CIMG0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936053715229682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCWcTM2_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5WlRSoG9zZM/s320/CIMG0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the hole in that rock there? It will be gone in a few years as the waves will shape it into something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCWMZv6DI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lKbVVGZX1xE/s1600-h/CIMG0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936049447725106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCWMZv6DI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lKbVVGZX1xE/s320/CIMG0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beach where two survivors of the shipwreck managed to come to shore here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCV35ULgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/arwXzfw55Tc/s1600-h/CIMG0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936043942981122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCV35ULgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/arwXzfw55Tc/s320/CIMG0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, I'm wearing three jackets. It wasn't really necessary but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCVle-dSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RRfwUBQ9bE8/s1600-h/CIMG0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936039000667426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCVle-dSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RRfwUBQ9bE8/s320/CIMG0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This koala was seen also on our way back from the Great Ocean Road. It's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCVGyuXfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dGttWWMFAgg/s1600-h/CIMG0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936030761999858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDCVGyuXfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dGttWWMFAgg/s320/CIMG0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house we stayed in Melbourne. Jezz's birthday. Eww, chocolate cake... And Jean and Rhys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAayl_r6I/AAAAAAAAANw/pz-8rxaOVQE/s1600-h/13.12.08+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282933929395859362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAayl_r6I/AAAAAAAAANw/pz-8rxaOVQE/s320/13.12.08+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in Jean and Rhys' room... playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAatwFonI/AAAAAAAAANo/CoUzVanUbQM/s1600-h/13.12.08+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282933928096014962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAatwFonI/AAAAAAAAANo/CoUzVanUbQM/s320/13.12.08+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture isn't exactly clear but we're dining in an Italian restaurant. The one wearing light blue is Jean and the black one is Rhys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAaR1YgHI/AAAAAAAAANg/xmj_NL8gZRY/s1600-h/dinner+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282933920602030194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAaR1YgHI/AAAAAAAAANg/xmj_NL8gZRY/s320/dinner+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is clearer... Can you see my intent on strangling Joei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAZ5D78oI/AAAAAAAAANY/kdNEOlgEFRo/s1600-h/dinner+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282933913952187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDAZ5D78oI/AAAAAAAAANY/kdNEOlgEFRo/s320/dinner+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when we were coming back from Melbourne. The singapore airport. Joei likes Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC-HY208PI/AAAAAAAAANI/8OJynAKP35c/s1600-h/CIMG0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282931397046366450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC-HY208PI/AAAAAAAAANI/8OJynAKP35c/s320/CIMG0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC-G1Me84I/AAAAAAAAANA/umNq_Q1NLnM/s1600-h/CIMG0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282931387473523586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC-G1Me84I/AAAAAAAAANA/umNq_Q1NLnM/s320/CIMG0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you strain your eyes, you can see me touching a big, black ball with water. By the way, we're in Sydney now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC860Fp_dI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6_p1tiC_jQ8/s1600-h/sydney+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282930081506393554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC860Fp_dI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6_p1tiC_jQ8/s320/sydney+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Jezz and Joei in front of a blue christmas tree. Still in Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC86aFMQQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tkTwV48w3RY/s1600-h/sydney+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282930074525122818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC86aFMQQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tkTwV48w3RY/s320/sydney+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canberra now, feeding swans with vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7ytJYaYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gPVwnYcazrM/s1600-h/canberra+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282928842692389250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7ytJYaYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gPVwnYcazrM/s320/canberra+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me feeding vegetables to swans that don't appreciate the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7yZr-I5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yJWGyWBpUN8/s1600-h/canberra+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282928837468758930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7yZr-I5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yJWGyWBpUN8/s320/canberra+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7x58OWRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9C0yrZyDkP0/s1600-h/canberra+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282928828946995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7x58OWRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9C0yrZyDkP0/s320/canberra+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7xhJzbSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SlNe4eldHno/s1600-h/canberra+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282928822293064994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7xhJzbSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SlNe4eldHno/s320/canberra+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7xfXEJVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7tQdo9E7vJg/s1600-h/canberra+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282928821811815762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC7xfXEJVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7tQdo9E7vJg/s320/canberra+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? My sister is vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6fRD2YPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sZhkm8fBxag/s1600-h/canberra+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927409223852274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6fRD2YPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sZhkm8fBxag/s320/canberra+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird that's so cute we had to take a picture of it? &gt;&lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6dOplGjI/AAAAAAAAALw/iS9J7IkHsYI/s1600-h/canberra+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927374217058866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6dOplGjI/AAAAAAAAALw/iS9J7IkHsYI/s320/canberra+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place behind us is the Parliment House in Canberra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6c38bjvI/AAAAAAAAALo/9N44UrkNZ2E/s1600-h/canberra+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927368122109682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6c38bjvI/AAAAAAAAALo/9N44UrkNZ2E/s320/canberra+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliment House...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6crhXj3I/AAAAAAAAALg/5U3fzdpPY-E/s1600-h/canberra+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927364787375986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6crhXj3I/AAAAAAAAALg/5U3fzdpPY-E/s320/canberra+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the swans... told you it was gonna be random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6cXWEpUI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ug4_7OfQ9t0/s1600-h/canberra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927359371289922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC6cXWEpUI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ug4_7OfQ9t0/s320/canberra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're on a ship in Post Stephens to see dolphins! Though they kinda look like sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4sqL8S8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NIlpLBCx5UI/s1600-h/port+stephane+9.12.08+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282925440283724738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4sqL8S8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NIlpLBCx5UI/s320/port+stephane+9.12.08+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... if you strain your eyes, you can see the dolphins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4sKQ3HpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lkBXYWWHDfY/s1600-h/port+stephane+9.12.08+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282925431714422418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4sKQ3HpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lkBXYWWHDfY/s320/port+stephane+9.12.08+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us in Post Stephen the night before we saw dolphins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4rxUfqnI/AAAAAAAAALA/OmEYYJtMQI0/s1600-h/port+stephane+9.12.08+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282925425018776178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4rxUfqnI/AAAAAAAAALA/OmEYYJtMQI0/s320/port+stephane+9.12.08+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... mom took this so I have no idea where we are right now. As you can see, I was sleeping. So that's where my mischevious side comes from... By the way, that lump of yellow is Joei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4rJUsGFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tLPPYbyNBT8/s1600-h/port+stephane+9.12.08+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282925414282172498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC4rJUsGFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tLPPYbyNBT8/s320/port+stephane+9.12.08+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're in Gold Coast Movie World eating lunch while Joei plays that car thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3DWpf23I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tMTm1G3tgAs/s1600-h/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282923631152716658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3DWpf23I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tMTm1G3tgAs/s320/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in Movie World. Watching a show I don't want to watch but was forced to by parents due to Joei's whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3DFzklGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4dQeN61x4ZY/s1600-h/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282923626631566434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3DFzklGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4dQeN61x4ZY/s320/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now in Sea World where we're going to watch a horrifying show. See my expression and behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3C4dykMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0CGts_wVLnk/s1600-h/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282923623050547394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3C4dykMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0CGts_wVLnk/s320/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah-dah! Now you understand. And don't you dare laugh. Once again, all fingers accuse Joei. See, there's a reason I hate my sister after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3CkeHRBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gVEVMlvV-KU/s1600-h/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282923617683194898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC3CkeHRBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gVEVMlvV-KU/s320/Warner+bro+5.12.08+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have once again randomly changed places. We are in a club restaurant eating lunch when we spotted... a don't-know-what's-his/her-name lizard! Mum observed it's fat tummy and said that it was pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC1ieUM8LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/khb6md1ZvFM/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921966763569330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC1ieUM8LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/khb6md1ZvFM/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still somewhere near the club restaurant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC08-mYQmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8ef1EgY1RDU/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921322594714210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC08-mYQmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8ef1EgY1RDU/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still somewhere in the club restaurant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC08pCfb3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/m5WaHDqyzMs/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921316807044978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC08pCfb3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/m5WaHDqyzMs/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay, now this is random. We're back in Sea World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC08DZy__I/AAAAAAAAAJo/SzwBeGosWbs/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921306704248818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC08DZy__I/AAAAAAAAAJo/SzwBeGosWbs/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of a dolphin close up. We're at the dolphin show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC07uvFMiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnUUgxGwL_o/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921301156377122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC07uvFMiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnUUgxGwL_o/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show off! But then again, it's kinda cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC07WU9rRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ki_H4JvMC14/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921294604381458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVC07WU9rRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ki_H4JvMC14/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oj, this is the shark we saw and dad asked to take a picture cause it looked fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCzdRzOuFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9WCmz7uiS0k/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282919678481446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCzdRzOuFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9WCmz7uiS0k/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this one fatter? ......yup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCzc8ae4uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xon9zso-sXI/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282919672740504290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCzc8ae4uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xon9zso-sXI/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes... the polar bear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx-vY6yoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W8DVTnP6T5M/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282918054336580226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx-vY6yoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/W8DVTnP6T5M/s320/seaworld+4.12.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx92YcePI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nitgdUjm-xY/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282918039033772274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx92YcePI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nitgdUjm-xY/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another close up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx9uEmIHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QPEoEV2pLcc/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282918036803035250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx9uEmIHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QPEoEV2pLcc/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, this one shows you eating the fish's body! I can see the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx9ATNLoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DF8ezQzvve0/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282918024516284034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx9ATNLoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DF8ezQzvve0/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that green thing? That's a chew toy. It squeaks everytime he chews it. It was so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx86EGcDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gCGC8oqbHKE/s1600-h/seaworld+4.12.08+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282918022842314802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVCx86EGcDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gCGC8oqbHKE/s320/seaworld+4.12.08+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's it! I'm not adding colors cause I'm lazy to do so. the only picture I haven't posted is Wet 'n' Wild. But I'm not gonna post it for reasons that I'm sure some of you understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok then, I hope you enjoy cause it took a long time to organize it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if some of you are uttering something close to, "Perfectionist," I will silently growl at you and stick my tongue out. That is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-8820283013417798619?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8820283013417798619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=8820283013417798619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8820283013417798619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8820283013417798619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SVDHvrmYReI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PQ--u68Tzww/s72-c/phillip+island+(27).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-9100579762961301579</id><published>2008-12-18T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:29:53.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm back! I will post some pictures of my vacation when I feel like it or have enough time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm also here to clarify something with Mels and Emo-chan (Jean's new nickname). Yes, I love soft toys, even at this age, but am allergic to them. No, emo-chan is wrong, I do not have rash, i just sneeze a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This allergies will only work if I spend too much time around soft toys. Then I start sneezing for a month or two. There, satisfied? Emo-chan probably isn't. She probably hopes that I'd suffer from something worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why she's my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can finally reunite with my computer. How I miss you so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eherm... back to a different topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You want to hear the good news, bad news, or normal news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come on, be more responsive... Can't I have a better audience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you're silent once more, that means I'll tell the normal, bad, than good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's a deal! Glad you saw it my way! The normal news is: I have found my favorite fruit! It's called nutella. Not the chocolate bread spread, the fruit! Mummy calls it necteria, or something like that. Who cares, all I know is that I've found something that's healthy and yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, the bad news: Jezz got an iPod touch for her birthday from koko. Not fair! I was the one who wanted the iPod touch from start since it's small and cute... Add to the fact that it's dark blue in color! There is no way in hell am I helping her download songs... Hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The good news is mummy bought back lots of chocolate from Australia! But I can only eat them during christmas. Well, doesn't really matter as the biscuits that were brought back too are equally yummy! And I'm watching a movie with koko on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I've finally been able to write again. I got the 'feel' back today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Oh, and I have a dentist appointment on Saturday... I know, sucks to be me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I watched Ten Promises to My Dog on the flight back home. It was so sad that I swore never to watch it again. Warning Mels, since you're a dog lover, if you haven't watch this show, don't watch! It's in japanese. That should be a good enough reason to have you stay away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ok, seems like I have typed a lot today. Guess I better get going, I have some matters to attend. I have also decided to ignore my sister for a while as she has something that I have wanted for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; know I'm being unfair but isn't Julie always unfair? :p haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Will stop talking now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Going to steal sister's pillow tonight. Muahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;...Fine, shutting up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One more thing, if you read the Twilight series, please tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, this time it's for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Will shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-9100579762961301579?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/9100579762961301579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=9100579762961301579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/9100579762961301579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/9100579762961301579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5097750795227740876</id><published>2008-12-11T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:02:05.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So far, it's ok but it's quite cold. I went to Philip Island yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The day before, we stopped by Canberra. I saw kangaroos there for the first time. They were hopping around in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Daddy drived around to catch them but they went in the parking lot and he said that there's no way he'd waste money to buy the ticket just to see the kangaroo. So we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The kangaroo moved very fast and it was blackish brown. And small, according to daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyways, back to Philip Island. There were penguins alright. And I saw other animals. It was raining. Not drizzling. Raining. So it was quite a bother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The penguins were so cute. But the wind was strong so they were like struggling to get out of the sea and then the wind would blow them back and they'd walk and well, I'm not sure, but the way they were walking was so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The wind and rain was strong so there was water everywhere. When I go home, I'll show pictures. They're stupid really. So you can not look forward to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today's my sister's birthday. We're staying at Uncle Peter and Auntie Mun Yiew's house. I played with Jean and Rhys. They're surprisingly fun to be with. We're all girls so I bet Daddy and Uncle Peter feels a little left out. Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm probably staying home the whole day. Finally, I can catch up on  few things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Whenever we're in the car, driving to a place, it's always the same thing. We HAVE to put n our seat belts. Mummy would try to get daddy to roll down a kangaroo or a koala bear.  And me, Jezz annd Joei would squawk and argue about small, random things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People in Australia are real friendly. Much more polite than the people in Malaysia. Mummy asked if I would like to migrate here. I said no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;First things first, I have some sort of an attachment to Malaysia. All my friends are here. Then, the weather here is cold and the food here is just ok. There's no soya bean and I can't find manga. Every thing here is so expensive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, I'm gonna play Wii with Jean now so gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5097750795227740876?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5097750795227740876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5097750795227740876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5097750795227740876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5097750795227740876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/12/melbourne.html' title='Melbourne'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-8092445932245850060</id><published>2008-12-09T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:05:10.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm here. Been here since 2nd of December. Will be back on the 16th. After this holiday, I'll probably never have a holiday again with my family until 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm doing this blog mainly because a certain someone says she's bored. ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyways, here's my schedule: Brisbane - Gold Coast - Port Stephan - Sydney - Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm in Sydney now. I cruised with the dolphins today. Cruised, not swim so I'm not satisfied yet. The food here is not really nice and I haven't drink soy bean for a long time. I'm suffering here. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ok, about my holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Brisbane: Did nothing. Just the airport and stuff. But my water did get confiscated. See? They wouldn't even let water in their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gold Coast: Sea World. That is one of my favourite place in Australia. The polar bears are so cute! Movie World. The rides are scary. And lastly, Wet n Wild. Erm, it's ok I guess. An advanced version of Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sydney: There's nothing much here. I'm hoping I can meet Ann Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Melbourne: Not here yet but heard that the food's great. Especially the dim sum. Aud's in Perth so we won't see each other. Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I find myself getting lazier by the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I have so many things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sigh... Once I get back to KL, I have another appointment with the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Meep! I miss my daily Internet. Do you know how hard it is to go online? XD I think I've lost my sense of humor. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anyways, there's currently a television behind me and it's now showing The Invisible Man. The song is freaking me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm hooked on to a chinese series now and I have 6 more episodes and I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ok, list of things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Submit my essay. Read my manga. Update my story. Study. Oh my God, did I just typed that? ... I think I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Better stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Stop. Control yourself Julie! Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hope you're satisfied Jean. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bye and Happy Holiday. And Merry Christmas I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-8092445932245850060?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8092445932245850060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=8092445932245850060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8092445932245850060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/8092445932245850060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/12/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4342271229764774156</id><published>2008-11-30T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:18:52.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Zi Xuan... I'm never asking you to pass a message ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Penang was boring. I watched lots of television but there was no computer there. Imagine my agony. Bet you guys miss me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I bought Mels' present. I also got something that seemed suitable for Maple as a christmas present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I bought two books. One of them was Skulduggery Pleasent the second book and another angst story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm going away for some time again so this will probably my last post in a while unless I want to do another one tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I missed KL. I hope everyone's enjoying their holiday. Mine with Joei so far was horrible. She'd whine and complain about stupid stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jean, I'm going to at least try to sneak a penguin back. Something you wouldn't do. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm STILL dreading the braces. Some one please help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I won't type so much now. I have some research to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not at the best mood now as you might notice. I'm kinda disappointed at my parents at something. Hopefully I'll meet my old friend again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's good to be back. Will take off in two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4342271229764774156?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4342271229764774156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4342271229764774156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4342271229764774156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4342271229764774156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4458872283044439966</id><published>2008-11-13T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:50:40.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, I went back to Katholik for Jezz's orientation in hopes that I can have a cup of soya bean and know what class I'm going to next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the way, Jezz got 7As in UPSR. I'm shocked. I seriously am. And proud I guess. Poor Joei is going to be pressured since everybody's going to expect the same result from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Back to what I was saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The school didn't sell soya bean. I demand justice!!! It's so unfair. So, I had to drink old fashion ice lemon tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;On the other hand, my mom wants me to get braces along with Jezz. Oh god! Can't she see I don't want them? ~sticks tongue out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Meh, can't stop her anyways... she's more stubborn than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We're going to celebrate her birthday today since I'm going to Penang after Joei's performance this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Add to the fact that she's having her expedition. We're going to bake a cheesecake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Coughcough, anyways, wish me luck about the braces thing.... I don't really mind but it's going to be annoying since I won't be able to eat anything without it... bothering the progress of chewing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Still can't believe that the school didn't sell soya bean! Hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did I mention that Jezz gets a handphone AND an Ipod touch for getting her 7As? Yeah, I know, not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm going to mummy's expedition tomorrow in the Twin Tower so I'll drop by Kinokuniya to buy a manga! Haha, peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now for the tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tagged by Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Julie, the (probably) wierdest person you'll ever come to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2. Who is more important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Who as in? Don't really get the question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3. How often do you think of commiting suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Not often... Probably five or six times a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5. How many babies do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Erm... next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Definetely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The year's going to end... but if you must really know, I want to have a penguin for myself. What? Penguins ARE cute. Some people just don't appreciate them... hintJeromehint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;9. What's a perfect boyfriend/girlfriend like to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Annoying in a good way... I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Giddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Enjoy watching anime, know and accepts the fact that I like soya bean... meh, minor stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;12. Is there anything you want to tell the people you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Your life is pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yes, and I'm trying my best to not screw things up, though sometimes it doesn't really show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;14. What does flying mean to you - In a plane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fun... wheeee... and blocked ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As in now? Ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;16. Who's hotter? Chace Crawford or Kevin Peake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Who are they? And you people out there: Jean, Mels, Jerome, Zech, Arvind.... Don't you dare say anything about my general knowledge cause I'm sure you guys don't know who they are too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Short. Ex-classmate. Friendly. Smart. Wierd (a little).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;18. What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Erm... drink soya bean and read manga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Erm... the last day of form 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;20. What are your fear(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The disappearance of soya bean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Failed subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The whole world is pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Puan Ngow says that Jean is actually her daughter and Zech her son... (shivers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next tag - Rules and Regulations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. Each player writes a little blog of 15 weird or little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. People who gets tagged needs to state the rule clearly before hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 5 people to tag and write their names down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;4. No Tags back!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. I hate the name Tan Qian Ru Julie but like the name Julie Tan Qian Ru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. I am perfectly sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. I hate chocolate cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. I read fanfiction everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. I, according to my friends, lack general knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;6. I love soya bean. With cincau. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;7. I am easily inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;8. I like reading manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;9. I hate nerds with no social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;10. I enjoy annoying people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;11. I still feel annoyed that Jean refused to give me the 'J' tile and that I'm holding on to Mels' things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;12. I loathe Geography and Math. Suck at them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;13. I like the number 13 even though it's unlucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;14. I want to go back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;15. I want a gameboy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I tag - Mels, Jean, Zi Xuan, Arvind, Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4458872283044439966?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4458872283044439966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4458872283044439966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4458872283044439966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4458872283044439966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/amused.html' title='Amused... :)'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-7431281408677124509</id><published>2008-11-10T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:55:46.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday... I think I did more bad than good so I'm going to explain things. I don't want to cause any more misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream I had about you... was a bad thing I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like I could control what I want to dream. If I did, then I would always dream of meeting my favourite anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point is, in my dream, we were in Yuk Chai. The field there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was some kind of middle school gathering. My group was sitting next to yours. But it was only when you stood up that I noticed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I... erm... kinda like tried my best to avoid you the whole day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah... that was the whole point. I don't understand why I would avoid you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does one's dream reflect one's self?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was why I asked you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry if I made you confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And sorry about the bullying. I won't do something like this anymore. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-7431281408677124509?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7431281408677124509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=7431281408677124509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7431281408677124509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7431281408677124509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry!'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-7197919875072316861</id><published>2008-11-08T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:37:34.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail the great SOYA BEAN!!!</title><content type='html'>People, gather around and listen up. There is a&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; crisis&lt;/span&gt; happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we won't be able to go back to school for the next few months, this means... &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-insert suspense music and drum rolls-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No more soya bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNNOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I want soya bean. The soya bean that is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sold in school&lt;/span&gt; to be exact. Sob... this world is so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after swimming lesson, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I bought soya bean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1.5 litre bottle type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet... &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but I had to share with my sister&lt;/span&gt;. Joei only though cause Jezz doesn't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. That &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jezz has no taste&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want soya bean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one sold in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone be kind enough to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;send some over during Christmas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, all people I know are mean... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All hail the great Soya Bean...&lt;/span&gt; The Goddess of all drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am not retarded for worshipping soya bean&lt;/span&gt;... I mean, who can resist that oh so sweet drink that just screams... "Drink me and you will be happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Soya bean is not a drug&lt;/span&gt;. How could you even think of the great soya bean like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not obsessed with soya bean. What gave you the idea of that. I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;act perfectly normal around that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wonderfully delicious&lt;/span&gt; drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you people doubting me? You are, aren't you? People these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, remember: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A soya bean a day keeps the sadness away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy soya bean-ing...&lt;/span&gt; (That makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go, soya bean is downstairs waiting for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I'm coming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runs down stairs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-7197919875072316861?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7197919875072316861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=7197919875072316861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7197919875072316861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7197919875072316861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-hail-great-soya-bean.html' title='All hail the great SOYA BEAN!!!'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-2356630023023371719</id><published>2008-11-08T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:22:54.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags... and other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tag by Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Apa nama lu? Upload three pictures that have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;English: Julie Tan Qian Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mandarin: Chen Qian Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cantonese: ...dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lazy to put the pictures. You can't sue me for a tag... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. Name me your top 5 friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a. Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;b. Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;c. Aud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;d. Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;e. Mels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm simply doing this so don't be offended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. Are they true to you? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I think. Life is full of uncertainty so maybe in the future, one of them will betray me... Still, Mimi will always be there for me so it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I feel like you're interviewing/interrogating me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. Which of them you trust most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mimi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. Who would you rather find to talk to your problems with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...Mimi. No offence people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6. Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I don't know. Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7. Who is that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You want me to tell the whole world. I'm not stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Have you ever hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Erm... yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9. Would you ever choose love over friends or friends over love? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Depends. There's thousands of possibilities that could happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10. How long had you currently love this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...no comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11. Describe that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12. If you're dumped and you still like that person, will you wait? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;NO! That person is a jerk. If I find myself thinking of him, I'd slap myself and then watch anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;13. Is it appropiate for poeple in the age of teenage to be in a relation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;14. Will it last? Estimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Probably a few weeks. So what if I'm being negative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;15. Will you cry if you lost someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a) How long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;b) Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes, I will cry. Definetely more than a month. Cause it's someone I love. I even cried when my water bottle cracked... so wouldn't it be worse when it comes to real life humans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;16. Would you go back to your ex though both of you had change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;17. Had anything ruin your relationship before? What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes. And it's called misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;18. Is life worthless without love? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes, cause what's life without family and friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;19. What would you do if you're stressed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Go to sleep or listen to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;20. Does hurting yourself help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Some times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;21. Are you really into the one you have a crush now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Erm... yes I guess. But I'm not afraid, cause this feeling will go away sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;22. What did he do that you love that person so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What have you done to deserve to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;23. What is pain inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A feeling that eats you and makes you suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;24. What song reminds you of your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;...I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;25. What day is the happiest day with your crush? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Stop being so nosy. And didn't I say earlier that I'm not sure of my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. How may times do you bathe a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, so NOW you're asking me random questions. Great! Answer: Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Do you often wash your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. If someone, your friend or your loved ones fart in front of you, what is your reaction? Will you feel disgusted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll pity that person and try to pretend I didn't notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. If your friend is a dirty, smelly person, say something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This question somewhat doesn't make sense but I'll try to avoid that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Is pimples something that make you feel 'eek-ish'? Do you have them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rm... yeah, but then again, they're natural, and yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mels, I am not doing your tag cause I've done it before and I'm too lazy to do it again. Sowie. I'll give you a cookie. Teehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways, it was fun being in 1C2. Despite everything. To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for the fact that I saw everyone's results first hand, I wouldn't have thought them as C class material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love 1C2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wasn't able to say that truthfully at the start of the year but now... it's different. I wish I had treasure my days in that class better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope to see as many former classmates as I have next year in my new class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is the year which I think I grow most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1C2 roxx!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-2356630023023371719?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2356630023023371719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=2356630023023371719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2356630023023371719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2356630023023371719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/tags-and-other-things.html' title='Tags... and other things'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-3054934963694483786</id><published>2008-11-05T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:00:13.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked and pissed</title><content type='html'>Today I found out that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arvind&lt;/span&gt; is insane... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zech &lt;/span&gt;too... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jerome&lt;/span&gt; as well... and the fact that the poem &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Life's Brief Candle&lt;/span&gt; is extremely meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to leave out the fact that despite all my results, I got third in class... again. So I'm shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the nerd Leong Weng Fai is exactly what he is. A nerd. Who has no social life and no hope... to have a social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I said it. That I like Jian Jack being first more than him. Cause he's a stuck up. A big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Julie, take a deep breath and start pouring out what happened half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me recount the events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the computer room playing Pokemon Pinball in the gameboy when Jezz walked in and said, "Can I lend the dictionary?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me, being the great sister I was, said yes.&lt;/span&gt; ... ... Who was I kidding? I refused. She looked at the Windows Live Messenger that was on the computer screen and offhandedly noted, "Oh. I can't go in my account,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That caught my attention and I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;paused the game&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the unasked question (Why?), she told me her friend Pei Ru had begged her to give her her account password because her crush, Yuen Yang, had blocked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jezz, being the one among us that had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO BACKBONE&lt;/span&gt;, gave the damn password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am aware that my sister is an idiot. God help her when she comes to Katholik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her friend Pei Ru (I knew it. That &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;she was a bitch&lt;/span&gt; that is), changed her own account's password and didn't tell Jezz. When Jezz mentioned it to her, she merely laughed and ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;. No, I was&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; furious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pissed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not happy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;definetely muderous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I onlined and talk to her... more like threatened her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demanded Jezz to talk to her and asked for the password. Or else I'll personally see to it that I march to Yuk Chai and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;strangle the password out of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Ru was wise enough to give the password to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I called her a bitch on Jezz's profile. She saw it and she &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dared to complain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Jezz was the one to pick the phone up. Needless to say, when I found out that it was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pei Ru on the line&lt;/span&gt;, I forcefully took the phone from her and ended the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;NOT an overprotective sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm better now. I changed Jezz's password and am now typing the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do the... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tags&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-3054934963694483786?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3054934963694483786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=3054934963694483786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3054934963694483786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3054934963694483786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/shocked-and-pissed.html' title='Shocked and pissed'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-3840938180759762789</id><published>2008-11-03T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:26:13.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tribute" to exams... and Melanie</title><content type='html'>This was not my intention. Posting a new post.. that is. Melanie AKA &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;girl-with-big-fishy-eyes&lt;/span&gt; had asked me to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I have nothing to read,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know. It's outrageous. Then what are books for? Well, I guess it won't help since I'm already typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All people who read my stories in fanfiction out there. I bet you're angry. I haven't updated since the 24th of September. Please wait patiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyways... a few reminders. Guys... or girls... remember to bring your books for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And Mels, your LM shirt. Zi Xuan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the most shocking news you have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I have a fucking B for English. A fucking B!!! At this time, I have the rights to swear since I'm depressed. I'm not crying... really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So what if I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's not even a high B. It's 75. "JEZZ, GET ME A KNIFE SO I CAN KILL MYSELF,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't. Cause maybe next year I'll have a teacher who doesn't mark so strictly.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I will survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt; I banged my head on the wall a few times. What's the difference between 'Don't' and 'Do not' anyway. They mean the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconsiderate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood not so well but for the sake of it looking nice, I'm putting &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;colors &lt;/span&gt;on the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing. Zi Xuan, can you lend me the skulduggery pleasent book? The one you talked about with Jerome in his blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks! I'll give you back before school ends... or during the sleepover... depends... mmm... spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-3840938180759762789?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3840938180759762789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=3840938180759762789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3840938180759762789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/3840938180759762789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-to-exams-and-melanie.html' title='&quot;Tribute&quot; to exams... and Melanie'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4280972889364644830</id><published>2008-10-30T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:03:41.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First things first... my computer has risen from the ashes and is now... usable. And no, I am not grinning like an idiot now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Next, I have a question. Is it true that next weeks the last school week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy thing to announce. Scratch that. Two happy things to announce. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jezz managed to get in Katholik.&lt;/span&gt; Yay, I can bully her in school. And &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I made up with Zi Xuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bad news... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My leg is STILL limping. I don't know why but it just won't completely heal! And... my exam results sucks like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! What if I get a B for English? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I still have a shout-out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Happy Halloween! Anybody going for trick or treat? Those shorties out there can always be mistaken as 9-year-old. hintBearhint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Halloween's tomorrow, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Does that mean I have to give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sweets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to my classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nah, they don't deserve it... no offence (This is the time you're suppose to say, "None taken,")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay, I won't blog too long here since I have to do other things that I had missed out when the computer broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to endure the holidays without computer. And no, I am not obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;...Happy Birthday to Wong May Yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh, and curse Geography. Gonna find out the results tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;P/s: YESSSS!!!!! We don't need to go to that horrible place called BILIK MASAKAN! And I don't have to bring prawns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lalalalalalala.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4280972889364644830?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4280972889364644830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4280972889364644830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4280972889364644830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4280972889364644830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5209833137155517432</id><published>2008-10-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:48:19.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired la...</title><content type='html'>I'm emotionally drained and just can't seem to get in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I studied like shit. My God... so tired... Everybody, good luck in your exams... Don't feel like knowing my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, feel kinda old. Oh the horrors of turning older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is probably my last post for a while cause my computer broke down and I'm now at my mum's office using hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the feeling that something bad is going to happen today and I rely on my instincts to survive this world so bad luck is definitely following me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is short compared to the others but that's it. Not in the mood. I kinda feel like something's pressing me down... Pressure? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have to go to computer class so ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone! (Don't feel like doing the colors for the text)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5209833137155517432?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5209833137155517432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5209833137155517432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5209833137155517432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5209833137155517432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-la.html' title='Tired la...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-2565018275907848962</id><published>2008-10-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:19:25.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;T.T It's either God hates me, or he has some sick sense of humor. Personally, I think its the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;At the end, my school's Children's Day is actually on the 24th. I'd say the F word but I'm too nice to do so. Unlike some people I know... Identify yourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Someone, please! Reassure me that 13 is not an old age. It's terrible. The older I am, the less childish things I'm able to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What I mean is that I can't sleep with my stuff toys anymore... not that I do XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have to act responsible... no matter how PKT-y I am, I let certain things slide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have to study! OMG, I know, its the worst thing that could happen to a 12 going 13-year-old like me. If I go in A class can learn Japanese! Haizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But noooo, God just HAD to seemingly speed time up.... Pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now people would start telling me to act my age... Blech. Nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not that you old people out there would care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Auntie Melanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Uncle Arvind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Uncle Zech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Uncle Jerom- wait, Jerome's younger than me! Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;See how much a year can affect you? ... ... My point exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My birthday wish, in case you don't know, is to: Play pranks on my classmates when they were young. In other words, go back to time. And prank more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now that you all know, please refrain from harming me seeing as I haven't played any pranks on you guys yet. About the yet, it means I'm never going to play a prank on you... nice people. And no, I am NOT lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I wish everyone I know a happy belated/too early birthday and my wish to you guys is that you'll have a sense of humor despite the... age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-2565018275907848962?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2565018275907848962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=2565018275907848962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2565018275907848962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/2565018275907848962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5324381320223688288</id><published>2008-10-11T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:23:19.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why the hell am I doing this again? Oh, yeah, cause I, unlike someone, respects the golden rule. (hint: Jean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tagged by Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Who &amp;amp; what is your relationship with the last person who tagged you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nicole? Well, she's a good friend and a teacher's pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Do you know wat is true love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Frankly, I don't think it exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. Who do you recently hang out with in msn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I rarely go on msn... but I still do... a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. What is your relationship with her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Who's her? Nicole? Didn't I answer your question already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. Who is your beloved pet sis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bear, and no, that is not her real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. Who are u still in love with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aren't I a bit too young to be talking about this? Refer to question 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. Why do you create a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Got inspired... I guess, and through it, I reformed my connection with my old friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. You know your blog sucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Then don't visit it... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. What do you like to eat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Salami and japanese food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. Who are you having relationships now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No one... and don't ever plan to...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;11. ARRRGGhh I got nothing else 2 ask d..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank God, you're starting to get on my nerves...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12. 5 tags goes to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a.Liza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;b.Michelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;c.Ji Xian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;d.Bryan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e.Sora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;13. Who is number 1?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My ex-classmate and friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;14. What about number 3?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ex-classmate and friend too...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15. Do number 5 love number 1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Firstly, they're both girls, and they don't know each other ==''&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;16. Number 2 siapa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ex-classmate too... haha xp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;17. Do u hav any relationship wif number 4?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What are you inquiring? In a romantic sense, then no way! But we're friends... or I think we are... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged again by Nicole... and Jean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 friends to tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Obaka-chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Mindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Si Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. Kher Hann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Arvind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. Jezz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. Liza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. Jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who is no.2 having a relationship with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Currently, no one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is no.3 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Female..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If no.7 and no.10 were together, would it be a good thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Coughcough, I'd say yes but that wouldn't be appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How about no.5 and no.8?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What the hell, that's my sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is no.1 studying about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'd say exam but at the rate of things... Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is no.4 single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think so... not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Say something about no.6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Too positive for her own good and owns 76 rabbits. I know O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope every one's satisfied now, so there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours insincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JTQR &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/4293527866364519391-5324381320223688288?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5324381320223688288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5324381320223688288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5324381320223688288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5324381320223688288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged... again'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5771382981377813225</id><published>2008-10-10T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:26:19.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen up people!</title><content type='html'>I know I just posted last night but this is really important to me... On the 13th Oct, my old school's celebrating&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Children's Day&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still celebrate cause my birthday is 7 days later. Yay!!! Thank you God! And God's assistant! And Goddess!...And Goddess' assistant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;evil minded classmates&lt;/span&gt;: There is no way in hell am I going to get wet! What if I get sick and can't come to the exams? Are you going to smile happily while &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shortie and nerd&lt;/span&gt; wins again? And now &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll ignore the chill thats running on my spine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughcough Still... This is great! I get to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bug my old teachers&lt;/span&gt; and probably &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;steal some sweets and snacks from those midgets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, how about transport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groan... Please God, I really want to go. My teacher still owes me a movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God grant my humble wish to attend this year's Children Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't bug the midgets...much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To God/Goddess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Please grant my tiny wish and I promise I'll lessen my sins. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yours sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Julie Tan Qian Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pwease...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ahem... signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5771382981377813225?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5771382981377813225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5771382981377813225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5771382981377813225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5771382981377813225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/listen-up-people.html' title='Listen up people!'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-268409298668481619</id><published>2008-10-10T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:47:33.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness 2</title><content type='html'>Before you shoot me with your guns, hear me out! I'm innocent! I have &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;never told a lie before, never hit someone, never bully little midgets, never swear, never steal cookies from a jar, never steal, never laughed maniacally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;not lying&lt;/span&gt;, didn't you see my statement up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you guys are probably thinking the exact opposite but I swea- wait, I don't swear, I promise that I'm not lying... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fingers crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, holiday is here for one week. To everybody who's having PMR out there, instead of good luck, I shall say, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"May the force be with you,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; crybaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who's been helping me through some recent problems and I'd like to say, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Don't worry, I'm Julie after all, I'll make a swift recovery," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and sorry for all the trouble I've caused you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Katholik students: You better study during the holidays (not that I'm going to), and good luck to Nicole who will probably be aiming to kick me out of 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Low Jian Jack&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Leong Weng Fai&lt;/span&gt; (Ha, wrote their names in &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, today is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Uzumaki Namikaze Naruto's&lt;/span&gt; birthday! Congratulations! Though I don't really know how old you are... Meh, it's the thought that counts! To those who don't know what I'm talking about, trust me, it's best you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd ramble longer but I have other things at hand. Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jeanette: A lunch does not cost RM4! RM2 is enough! Jeez, ever heard of the word &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt;? If you hadn't, then you just did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my old friend who's aiming to be &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Student Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;, Happy Birthday! I know your birthday's tomorrow but since I'm doing this already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my cousin: Remember, you're only a day older than me so don't rub it in. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm older mentally&lt;/span&gt;. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sister: Haha! You still have to go to school next week... and tomorrow... Gasp, maybe I can come tomorrow too!!!!!! Yeah! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Smart thinking, I miss my old school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughcough, back to the subject. Wait, there was no subject. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Laugh sheepishly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-268409298668481619?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/268409298668481619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=268409298668481619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/268409298668481619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/268409298668481619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness-2.html' title='Randomness 2'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-4611976073708712708</id><published>2008-10-06T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:28:23.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The rules and regulations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2)People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3)At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4) No tags back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm addicted to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;. (Everybody who knows me well knows this for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Although I like listening to japanese music, that doesn't mean that I don't listen to english music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My childhood wish was to own a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dolphin&lt;/span&gt;... (I got over it already...I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I can't stand my room to be messy but I'm too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; to tidy it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I absolutely HATE &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I believe in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;animisme&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) ...and that toys have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;...(That was after watching Toy Story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My blog name: Kuro, is black in Japanese. Black is my favorite color, though I used to like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dark blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I have a slight &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;attention disorder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I am on the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; everyday. (Unless certain problems occur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I love &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; (the show). And I believe that girls can enjoy it! (Take that Melanie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I am currently sleeping with &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;3 pillows, 2 bolsters in a room by myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I have a Harry Potter game card (Don't ask) that featured an imp. That imp looks really creepy so when I was small and looked out the window at night, I get freaked out thinking that &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the imp will come to life and scare me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I hate &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kemahiran Hidup and Math&lt;/span&gt;. Math since standard 4 our teacher didn't teach us, he only gave us exercises. My Math dropped really low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) My room is based on the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;- Jerome&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah&lt;br /&gt;- Maple&lt;br /&gt;- Kher Hann&lt;br /&gt;- obaka-chan&lt;br /&gt;- Felicia&lt;br /&gt;- Arvind&lt;br /&gt;- Nicole&lt;br /&gt;- Brendon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-4611976073708712708?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4611976073708712708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=4611976073708712708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4611976073708712708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/4611976073708712708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-tagged.html' title='Got tagged...'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-1481079311435600088</id><published>2008-09-29T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:32:03.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tooth fairy exist, or do they?&lt;/span&gt; Haha... My sister dropped a teeth yesterday and gave her teeth to mummy for safekeeping. The next day she got 50sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the thing is that she believed me and Jezz when we said that &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tooth fairies are real and that they have wings and glow and they take your teeth away and pay you money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I saw a tooth fairy before and she believed me. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the how simple a mind of a six-year old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Joei, can't wait to tease her when she's my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.... signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-1481079311435600088?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1481079311435600088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=1481079311435600088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1481079311435600088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/1481079311435600088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-7883526884317416591</id><published>2008-09-26T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:22:06.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from the Devil</title><content type='html'>A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night.You are so unthankful, I like that about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are mine.Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you, but you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell.That way, we'll be together twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will really hurt God. Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been...watching dirty movies,cursing people out,stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental,back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURELY you don't want to give all this up.Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you.I'd like to say 'THANKS' for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in. HA HA HA, you make me sick.Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and teach some children how to sin.All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life that you have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you love me, you won't share this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-7883526884317416591?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7883526884317416591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=7883526884317416591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7883526884317416591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/7883526884317416591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-from-devil.html' title='Letter from the Devil'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-6405624428969728162</id><published>2008-09-25T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:47:20.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit back, relax and enjoy some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pretty right? It's a drawing from my old school, SJK(C) Yuk Chai. I took some pictures during this year's sports day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4PVNwDsI/AAAAAAAAACA/KHPfTp2rsD0/s1600-h/fone001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249921995418635970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4PVNwDsI/AAAAAAAAACA/KHPfTp2rsD0/s320/fone001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So calming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4PllvWFI/AAAAAAAAACI/xU1oMv6plsI/s1600-h/fone002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249921999814219858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4PllvWFI/AAAAAAAAACI/xU1oMv6plsI/s320/fone002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; So refreshing. Kinda reminds me of todays exam though. Katholik people: Think english test paper. Save our environment. Aim for greener future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4Pmo_XPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/axmKKLr5NF8/s1600-h/fone003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249922000096287986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4Pmo_XPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/axmKKLr5NF8/s320/fone003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How amazingly colorful... no comment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4PyHc7UI/AAAAAAAAACY/a_RHdhSkTXU/s1600-h/fone004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249922003176844610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4PyHc7UI/AAAAAAAAACY/a_RHdhSkTXU/s320/fone004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; My fave... So beautiful. Remind me of my favorite season: Autumn. The unfortunate head that's blocking the pic is my sis. Don't even ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt3CxRMVlI/AAAAAAAAABw/VkbwiJfhthw/s1600-h/fone003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the moment you've been waiting for: My present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt1qIG0uCI/AAAAAAAAABI/zmAw1esKCF4/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249919157221505058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt1qIG0uCI/AAAAAAAAABI/zmAw1esKCF4/s320/DSC00205.JPG" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt1qVYniVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yM3U3UIJ6OI/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249919160785799506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt1qVYniVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yM3U3UIJ6OI/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt1qzx4L1I/AAAAAAAAABY/j7p0IcbgVuE/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249919168944811858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt1qzx4L1I/AAAAAAAAABY/j7p0IcbgVuE/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The present I got from Puan Ngow today. I know, I'm shocked too. Kinda feel guilty for saying those bad things to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aha in your face! It isn't barbie! Take that! If it was, I'd kill someone, preferably KT for jinxing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-6405624428969728162?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6405624428969728162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=6405624428969728162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6405624428969728162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/6405624428969728162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/sit-back-relax-and-enjoy-some-pics.html' title='Sit back, relax and enjoy some pics'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNt4PVNwDsI/AAAAAAAAACA/KHPfTp2rsD0/s72-c/fone001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-804023173409690010</id><published>2008-09-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:50:05.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Texting... texting... texting... What can I say? So kawaiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNozP17E2kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wwLRVeG3CYI/s1600-h/th_2zyhbuq%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249564662919649858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNozP17E2kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wwLRVeG3CYI/s320/th_2zyhbuq%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks comfortable. Me want fox pillow too... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNozQ6ilsgI/AAAAAAAAABA/PTZsuZxQqyY/s1600-h/2302961875_cd81d84709_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249564681338991106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNozQ6ilsgI/AAAAAAAAABA/PTZsuZxQqyY/s320/2302961875_cd81d84709_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEEE!!! Today is a fun day. Let me tell you of a certain incident that happened today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gay Incident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class just now, Wong Kar Xiong wanted to lend Zech's Sejarah nota. These are the (I think) exact words he used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zech, lend your sejarah nota," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zech passed the sejarah nota to him and I told him. "Careful, Kar Xiong's gay. (Kar Xiong, if you're reading this, then I'M SORRY!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zech merely shook his head at that warning. That idiot. (No offence :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few seconds later, Kar Xiong came back and said, "Never mind, can you give me tomorrow so I can copy in school? (Or something like that)" Zech nodded and Kar Xiong said (brace yourselves), "Oh, thank you. I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing went he left and said to Zech, "See, told you he was gay,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! Ack! I think I choked while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers?! Is Ho Teck Li a girl? or sisi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Teck Li was using a flower keychain for a zip in his beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FLOWER keychain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know, this is so lame compared to the gay incident but... whatever. After all, the title of this post is Randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I solemnly swear that everything I wrote in this post is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. Got exam tomorrow. Gotta catch some Zzzzzs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Night and good luck guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Rumor has it that Wei Sheung lost his virginity to Pn. Ngow! (So that's why she's pregnant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-804023173409690010?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/804023173409690010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=804023173409690010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/804023173409690010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/804023173409690010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SNozP17E2kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wwLRVeG3CYI/s72-c/th_2zyhbuq%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293527866364519391.post-5951362966575289342</id><published>2008-09-22T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:56:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm doing this... I blame this on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chuan Xin&lt;/span&gt;. Got inspired I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see... Thursday got exam. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meep&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Talk about bad luck. Wait a min, it's English! Weee! Me on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;cloud 9&lt;/span&gt;! Crap, almost forgot about Chinese. Never mind, as long as not &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; then me ok. My math still sux. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my birthday got &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;KH and Geography (both also my weak subject...)&lt;/span&gt;. The school very selfish la... Just because they want more time to mark the test paper, we holiday come back still got exam. Holiday suppose to be relaxing ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, as some of you know I'm in fanfiction (where you write stories for said website and post it for every one to see), I can't find my inspiration to write my story. I need a push.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Not literally though, I'd rather not visit the hospital...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired lately. Too much pressure over personal problem. Don't worry though, Julie Tan Qian Ru will soon be up again. No stupid thing will knock me down forever. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Grins*&lt;/span&gt; Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Damn you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;. Lost some stupid bet and now owe her chocolate. Kill me now. ... ... On second thought, I think you shouldn't do that... Still have many things to do in life. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Visit old school.&lt;br /&gt;Check the playground that I vandalized coughcough (I was only 12, give me a break)&lt;br /&gt;Old science teacher still haven't take me to movie like she promised&lt;br /&gt;Kill an old ex-best friend in the future (Just you wait)&lt;br /&gt;Pass Math with flying colors (though I doubt that will happen)&lt;br /&gt;Scold some naughty ex-6H friends (you know who you are...or maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stop brooding! Gotta go, lazy to write anymore. Wish me luck in exam. Can't lose to boys like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Nerd: Leong Weng Fai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shortie: Low Jian Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I wrote their names in PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal: A class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293527866364519391-5951362966575289342?l=naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5951362966575289342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293527866364519391&amp;postID=5951362966575289342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5951362966575289342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293527866364519391/posts/default/5951362966575289342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivekid-kuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Kuro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG3SnSzguow/SvGGO9EqrAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n5pbzg8u88A/S220/images%5B15%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
