<?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-33341762</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:54:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Thumb Over Right Thumb &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>662</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8413120624495451962</id><published>2010-01-01T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:06:41.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I'VE SHIFTED BLOG COZ THIS BLOG IS... WELL... TOO MANY DISTURBING MEMORIES. I'VE SHIFTED TO WORDPRESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forprivateeyes.wordpress.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, until then when i finally decide to come back here. hah. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8413120624495451962?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8413120624495451962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8413120624495451962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8413120624495451962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8413120624495451962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-guys-and-ive-shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-6692120714388358292</id><published>2009-12-31T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:20:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>you know what. I've been watching Tyra banks show the whole day, about various topics like, black market plastic surgery (which obviously was a disaster), teenagers who can't wait to get married, and real vampires (Don, if you've ever heard of him), and many other topics but the topics were really interesting. like, you hardly see those stuff happening around you, don't you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think the vampire one is really, weird. as in, there were a total of 3 vampires on Tyra banks show that day (it was Halloween's special btw), and this first vampire seemed a little.. weird. like, i hate to say this, but he looked fake. as in, he looked like he was trying to imitate the Count vampire.. and like he had this vampire fangs, and he said he filed it this way. file your tooth? oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well and apparently, the first vampire (fv), drinks blood! and there was like a total clip on how like people donate their blood for him to drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh btw just in case you're wondering, well according to them, vampires are pretty, uh, humane creatures and they don't bite you on the neck to suck your blood. that's kinda hollywood drama. he sorta drinks blood off wine glasses as though it was damn good vintage wine of some sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shudders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was like this second vampire (sv), and apparently, she's pretty much modellish and chio, and she is a psychic vampire! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh, just in case you're wondering, apparently, she can read the minds of ANYONE. goodness. that's so no privacy (although i very much wish to have this ability). like there was this guy, and tyra asked her to guess what's he thinking, and apparently, she got it right!! like omfg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw the guy was thinking to himself that her dress and hair's very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay no more spoilers. wanna know go watch on youtube yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw before i finish, I was in a really lousy mood just now and i totally went to bitch shit to johnia, and i was feeling a bit bad coz like, you know, you already got problems of your own then people still come pile you with their bitch problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then she was sharing with me her own experience and for once (and only this once btw), i thought johnia was mad awesome! like omfg, i would never be able to do it la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw other than this time, she still suck. HAHAHAHA  beeechhh  /.\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-6692120714388358292?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6692120714388358292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=6692120714388358292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6692120714388358292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6692120714388358292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5012952093161193470</id><published>2009-12-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:57:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol a little something that happened today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently i received a phone call asking me to go for interview, and the guy asked if i had a friend who was also looking for a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, i decided to call rt to ask if she wants the job as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but rt didn't wanna go coz she had another interview tomorrow ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after i told her what my job was, she sounded a little interested. and it seemed like she knew quite a bit about my job scope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after a while, we realised something was amiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it turned out that both of us were going for the same job interview at the same place!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we ended up being future to-be colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/33341762-5012952093161193470?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5012952093161193470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5012952093161193470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5012952093161193470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5012952093161193470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol-little-something-that-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8407719777141922086</id><published>2009-12-27T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:20:12.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Kimberly is going for flc amazing race as team leader all over SG on tues!! wish me luck!! :DD&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/33341762-8407719777141922086?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8407719777141922086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8407719777141922086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8407719777141922086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8407719777141922086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/kimberly-is-going-for-flc-amazing-race.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5874982417799423995</id><published>2009-12-27T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:19:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realised whenever I tell my friends i cut my hair or what, they will say that there isn't a difference. ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to show that there IS a difference..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earlier this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Szc0aYqonXI/AAAAAAAABVI/B-fzyX1-l24/s400/hair.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419858304466197874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see my pony tail length? and sorry i dun have current photo. but it's about 3/5 of that of the length shown in the photo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5874982417799423995?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5874982417799423995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5874982417799423995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5874982417799423995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5874982417799423995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-realised-whenever-i-tell-my-friends-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Szc0aYqonXI/AAAAAAAABVI/B-fzyX1-l24/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7774856487596661730</id><published>2009-12-27T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:21:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" seeaaaaaaaaaa "</title><content type='html'>went with the harps for xmas exchange at sentosaaa ytd!!! ;DD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;initially there was supposed to be me, Junqiang, Johnia, Ruoting, Mathew, Leeping, Abilgail and Zona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then, abilgail had to work, plus *ahem* mathew and leeping were sick (so were john and I). so it totally ended up at merely me, JQ, john, rt and zona meeting up. -_-  (we totally only knew mathew and leeping weren't coming when we were already on our way btw).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i was rather cranky initially yesterday. like, imagine having fever (slight only actually) and flu and everything. but ohwells i didn't really bother and went anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i just realised i should totally blog about the present buying process!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, since there were guys (supposingly Jq and Mathew) and girls, we all had to buy unisexual presents! and Jq was -___-  because if he knew mathew wasn't coming, he wouldn't have to buy unisexual presents since the person receiving his present HAS to be a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anyway, i only bought my present the day before we all had christmas exchange, although i knew all along what to get.  :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was damn stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the morning that i got the present, i met rt at ssc daiso coz i wanted to find whether they sell suitable diamantes there, as well as to get a box to store my gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was sulking coz apparently, turned out that daiso sold boxes that were either too big or too small. and as any other ordinary human being, obviously i chose the bigger box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there came another problem: the big boxes were all madly hideous!!! what the shit is wrong with designers?! and i bet the person who designed it is like, 65years old or something. all the patterns all look like table cloth (an ugly one at that) lor! wts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but thankfully, wonderful ruoting managed to find for me a decently coloured one (normal cardboard box colour. definitely better than table cloth colour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: at this point of time, i sneezed 4times in a row!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway after that, i went to buy the present for xmas exchange! but to my huge dismay, i realised something alarming. I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR THE PRESENT!!!! and to make things worse, I WAS ONLY SHORT OF $2!! (technically speaking, it's only $1.40 short). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was so horrified!!! and i went all around causeway point in hope of finding a money changer (I had 20euros in my wallet, which is equivalent to $40!!!). and to my huge dismay (again), i found 2 money changers!!! but they were closed!!! (coz it was christmas!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thought to myself: wahlau... I thought&lt;b&gt; ALL&lt;/b&gt; money changers are indian muslims... How come they celebrate christmas one... (or at least, that was my impression. don't bother correcting me about how 1 in 100 money changers are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; indian muslims. i don't wanna know.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, i sadly dragged my feet back home to get an extra 2bucks before going to get the gift again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm such a nice friend right???????????????????? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, after i got the present, i happily went home and placed the present into the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was horrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i totally over estimated the size of the present!!! the present was only about 2/5 of the size of the box!! (shocks!!). and it would look really stupid if like, the person who receives my gift open the box to see 3/5 of the box empty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and plus i bought small fur balls to be placed in the box (as deco), and i totally bought too little. -_-   and it ended up looking awfully ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to fill up the remaining 3/5 of the empty box, i decided to *sniffles* sacrifice one packet of my beloved &lt;i&gt;corn potage!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anyway my mum took an immediate liking for the present i bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;mum: eh! make sure you get back your own present! then you can take home and give me!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-___-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, we all met at Khatib's backside at 8.30am before going over to harbourfront for breakfast/lunch (coz johnia the pig was complaining that she's very hungry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we went on board the boat/whatever that floating thing is called for this bookfair that was on at that point of time. and johnia kindly suggested that we all take a photo of ourselves on the boat and pretend that we were all going on a cruise together and that we enjoyed ourselves tremendously -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the prices were really interesting! like the prices were in units. like 100units is $4. very much like the currency conversion of thai baht to sing dollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway after that, we all went to take the monorail to sentosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahlau! the whole of singapore like very free like that lor. THE CROWD WAS DAMN HUGE!!!! LIKE SERIOUSLY!! as though they've never been to sentosa before! and the queue to get tix to get to sentosa was like omfgbbq. and so, being the not-so-normal singaporeans, we hated queuing up and we decided to see if there were other alternatives to get our butts into sentosa without having to queue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and heh! we realized we could just tap our ez-link cards at the gantry. hah! awesome! so we didn't have to queue up *secretly scoffs at loser Singaporeans queuing up without realizing they could just tap their ez-link cards and get through*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, as expected, the queue to get into the monorail was super damn long!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and entertaining enough, there were 2 rows of people initially, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a third queue appeared, and strangely enough, the&lt;b&gt; ENTIRE &lt;/b&gt;3rd queue consisted of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;INDIANS AND INDIANS ONL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!! o.o!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i'm being racist whatsoever. but it was really strangely weird! like almost a separate queue for every race! o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, when the doors of the monorail opened, the whole entire crowd LITERALLY pushed and squeezed their way through!!! WTF?! the only other experience that could rival that feeling was, well, that fine day when we all queued at junction 8 for 4hours to get.. uh, free poster of BOF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more info about how retardly squeezy it was, please kindly refer to JQ's blog at me-not-otaku.blogspot.com at his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(133, 133, 133); line-height: 14px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;FRIDAY, JULY 17, 2009 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; "&gt;post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s: no one else blogged about how squeezy it was except him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, johnia was being a total boob coz she was afraid of heights (on the monorail??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rt: then how you take mrt one?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;johnia: mrt not so high wad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: *looks down*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: eh this one lower den mrt leh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-____-    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bet johnia would have hugged onto a pole or something on the monorail if she could. LOSER HO ;DDD    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we went to the beach (finally), it was surprisingly NOT HOT AT ALL!!! i was secretly happy while JQ T.T-ed coz he can't suntan (coz got no sun! :D ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, we all laid RT's poncho on the beach beside a coconut tree before me and rt (being the first 2 brave souls) went into the sea!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sea was super super cold!!! it took us super damn long to get used to the temperature! it was rather awesome actually!! hearts! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was being a chicken at first, trying to get used to the temperature by squatting in the water and JQ poked me with his finger and i plopped butt-first into the water -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we started to sand + water fight stupidly (and we were totally dirty with sand). and everytime i got attacked with sand, i went into the water to "wash myself clean", without realising the water might be even dirtier (considering it's a sea. in singapore at that.). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i accidentily swallowed water many times and the taste was *cringes*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after multiple water attacks by lousy JQ, me and RT decided to just attack JQ (one sided attack), while he just stood there, wiping the water off his precious face. and as usual, johnia was being a whiny pork the whole day and refused to get into the water coz the &lt;i&gt;sand very coarse *whines*&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHA whiny pork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s/s: we did force loser ho into the water in the end anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s/s/s: Zona didn't get into the water at all coz she didn't bring extra pants  ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after a while, we all realised it was drizzling and we decided to take shelter at this... uh, pavillion. and it was after we washed up a little before we decided to do our exchanging of gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s/s/s/s:  the day before, johnia excitedly told me that she found a way to do christmas exchange! and she sent this to me to be printed out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE RIGHT FAMILY.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Christmas was almost here, and Mother &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; was finishing the Christmas baking. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Father &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;, Sue &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;, and Billy &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; returned from their last-minute Christmas errands. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"There's not much &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; to be done," said Father &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; as he came into the kitchen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Did you leave the basket of food at church?" asked Mother &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; it &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; where you told me to," said Father &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I'm glad my shopping is done," said Billy &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;. "I don't have any money &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The hall telephone rang, and Susan &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; to answer it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She rushed back and told the family "Aunt Tillie &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; a package for us &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; on Grandma &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;'s porch. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll go over there &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; now and get it." she said as she &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; in a rush. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Father &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; the kitchen and brought in the Christmas tree. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the time Susan &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; returned, Mother &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;, Father &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;, and Billy &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; had begun trimming the tree. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The entire &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; family sang carols as they finished the decorating. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then they &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; all the presents arranged under the tree and went to bed, hoping they had selected the &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; gifts for their family. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I hope you have the &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; present for yourself, because that's all that's &lt;b&gt;LEFT&lt;/b&gt; of our story..... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Except to wish you a Merry Christmas....Isn't that &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and so, we were seated in a circle, and everytime we hear a directional command word (aka left and right in this case), we'll just pass the gift we're holding on to in the respective direction. and the gift we're holding onto at the end of our story would be the gift we get!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and we were seated in this way:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*clockwise direction*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;me, Johnia, Ruoting, Junqiang, and Zona (and then back to me).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and so, we happily passed our presents around for the first time! and guessed whose presents we all got??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WE GOT BACK OUR OWN!!!! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;and so, we decided to do a second round, this time, ignoring the 'left' command. and so, we FINALLY got different gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;oh, btw halfway through passing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;rt: uh, johnia... *touches johnia's gift*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;rt: is your gift an umbrella??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;us: *shocked*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;john: uh, dun tell you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and we were all totally trying to avoid johnia's present ROFLROFLROFL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and anyway here're whose present we got!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;JQ got Johnia's present&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Johnia got RT's present&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;RT got Zona's present&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zona got MY present :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got JQ's present :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we were secretly laughing at jq for getting john's present anyway. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and we opened up our presents one by one, with Jq as the first and Zona as the last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;turned out that JQ really got an umbrella!! TOTALLY BLOOD RED ONE AT THAT. joke!!! :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and RT got a feather pen plus.... uh... i.. kinda forgot.. uh... okay just wait till i go ask rt and she replies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and I got this xmas-ey snow ball? crystal ball? water ball? dunno what's the name of that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and Johnia got RT's piggy wiggy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;johnia: eh the pig not cute one!!! the teddy bear he holding cuter! im gonna cut it off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;rt: *HORRIFIED*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and Zona got my gift!!! which was the mini version of duckles!!! plus my corn potage!! :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and im actually quite bored already coz i've been blogging the whole day and im gonna do more important things, like, watch my online drama before i continue blogging (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7774856487596661730?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7774856487596661730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7774856487596661730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7774856487596661730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7774856487596661730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/seeaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='&quot; seeaaaaaaaaaa &quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2467758480764901046</id><published>2009-12-25T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:36:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband-ey</title><content type='html'>I've finally found a good point about getting married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the background story behind this post is because initially, i thought getting married (in 10++ years time la, not now, duh), would be bad! coz like, you have to face a man for like, at least 40 to 50 years, and i'm quite sure that most guys are quite gross and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, i do have my own definition of a 'perfect guy', which i bet, among 100 guys, only, uh, 1 is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the type of guys which i MIGHT like is not the main topic here. the main topic is, if i get a husband (like i said, in 10++ years time), he can be my food taster/dish washer!!! awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz recently i've been searching all over the internet for recipes for different food, and i've been itching to try all of those recipes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i was thinking to myself: huh, if i cook everything, does it mean i have to eat EVERYTHING myself too? and that also means that i've got an additonal chore, which is to clean up after that. which is definitely NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought: hah!!! can let my friends eat!! (by friends i mean people like the harpers &lt;3 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i thought: eee... later taste horrible then they don't eat... den i would have to end up eating myself AGAIN. furthermore, that also means that i've got to wash the pots myself AGAIN, which is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had a husband, then i can cook while he clean up after me, and then while i'm serving, he can go take a shower, and after that, i'm probably gonna be done with serving and  everything, and then we can both eat together!! mad awesome! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless, well, my beloved harpers decide that they wanna try my cooking against all odds *tears*. I TOTALLY DON'T MIND COOKING FOR THEM!!! (provided that they finish it all no matter how foul tasting it might possibly be. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i think tomorrow i'll be trying to make ondeh ondeh and yam paste!! mad awesome! uh, sorry if you're totally picturing like, me cooking veal or something. i'm only intending to make stuff that is... uh, dessertish, before i go onto other cuisines (my house no oven so no baking. got toaster though. can make my creative toasts!! :D  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've be taking photos of the making in progress. and if it's nice, i might bring some over for the harpers to try on saturday (during xmas exchange!). AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i might, add weird stuff in. depending on how creative i feel tomorrow/later :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going with RT to ssc daiso later on to get diamantes to bling up my new diary which my dad got for me F.O.C. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then shop at Cotton On!!! went to orchard a couple of days ago and saw that there was a madly huge sale at cotton on!!! omfg!!!! I WANT!!!! MAD AWESOME!!! LOVES PLZ :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i was watching this drama today. there was this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man is successful when he earns more than his wife spends. A woman is successful when she finds such a man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2467758480764901046?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2467758480764901046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2467758480764901046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2467758480764901046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2467758480764901046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/husband-ey.html' title='Husband-ey'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-4272514765543985878</id><published>2009-12-24T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:40:53.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;NONONO KIMBERLY!!! CANNOTTTTTT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-4272514765543985878?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4272514765543985878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=4272514765543985878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4272514765543985878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4272514765543985878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/nonono-kimberly-cannotttttt-d.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-509742885462614119</id><published>2009-12-24T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:25:45.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>conveniently kopped from rt's blog&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;All I want for Christmas is you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Please don't get the wrong idea, kiddos!! I don't want, say, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Baley&lt;/span&gt; or a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Johnia&lt;/span&gt; for the xmas gift exchange thing!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;wahlau boh boh ji kena rejected ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*backs out with johnia to the loser corner*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-509742885462614119?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/509742885462614119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=509742885462614119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/509742885462614119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/509742885462614119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/conveniently-kopped-from-rts-blog-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-4348538299175273406</id><published>2009-12-23T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:33:48.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;going out with RT now! excited! so long since i last went shopping aimlessly since Alevels ended (other den those shopping for prom stuff experiences)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-4348538299175273406?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4348538299175273406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=4348538299175273406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4348538299175273406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4348538299175273406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-out-with-rt-now-excited-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1055544865205734007</id><published>2009-12-23T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:17:33.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! happpy! i just put nail polish on my fingernails and toe nails!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one can say it looks poisoned coz its not black!!! (it's blue black). mad awesome! i love the colour!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think im gonna save money to repair my phone. after such a long time, i realised i've developed feelings for my samsung phone *awwwwww~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i'm so free tomorrow, i've decided to go to the library to borrow books as well as get presents for xmas exchange with the harpiez on 26th!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although im still very much saving up (coz i sadly havent gotten my pay T.T), i've already seen so many stuff i wanted!!! even when i was shopping at popular, i realised there're 3 books that i really wanted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're like, 17bucks each. which amounts to $51, which is infinitely more den what i can currently afford. whyyy am i sooo brokeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to Sasa and saw alot of nice stuff i wanted too!! but couldn't buy coz im utterly broke. goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at this point of time i was sniffing my freshly painted nails. smells nice!!!! don't have the typical chemical smell. awesome!! ((:   it has the flowery scent! bought from sasa! buy 2 get 1 free!! ((:  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on shopping spree at forever21!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1055544865205734007?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1055544865205734007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1055544865205734007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1055544865205734007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1055544865205734007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha-happpy-i-just-put-nail-polish-on.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7326587170512345015</id><published>2009-12-23T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:20:46.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privatized</title><content type='html'>have been blogging very little recently coz I've just opened a private blog to just talk about all my inner thoughts. but i think it's really not the time to make the blog public coz... it's really super sensitive and i literally poured all my feelings and thoughts into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i have no idea why but i really have nothing much to blog about anymore. probably coz my only form of entertainment currently is to, uh, watch videos online and chat with friends thru sms whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i was at orchard today. and i saw shopping at cotton on, Forever21 etc. I LOVE ALL THE CLOTHES THIS SEASON!!! I'M GONNA SAVE MONEY AND GET EVERYTHING!!! and i'm gonna bling up the diary my dad got for me (coz it's actually abit ugly), but definitely usable! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to receiving my pay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7326587170512345015?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7326587170512345015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7326587170512345015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7326587170512345015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7326587170512345015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/privatized.html' title='Privatized'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7204517277541176479</id><published>2009-12-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:04:45.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to orchard for a job interview. and while i was walking along ngee ann city, this lady approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, she wanted me to help her with some survey, and being the usual awww-so-friendly-and-helpful person, i went along with her to her office at the 18th story anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out that her office is some nutritional office, and the moment i stepped in, i realised something wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I SEE WEIGHING MACHINES EVERYWHERE?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the sight of weighing scales!!! so anyway i was already there, i knew i can't escape from my fate le. anyway i think their weighing scale damn high class leh! it looks like any other weighing scale, but turns out that it's super damn pro! like it manages to measure almost every single thing of my body!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've only one thing to conclude: Kimberly is really one big ball of lard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me explain to you my readings, and the ideal readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Body fat &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for age below 30,&lt;br /&gt;male: 14% to 20%&lt;br /&gt;female: 17% to 24%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 35.1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noez  D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Total Body Water &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male: 50% to 65%&lt;br /&gt;female: 45% to 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 47.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally something normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Visceral fat &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-5% : healthy&lt;br /&gt;6-14% : not very healthy&lt;br /&gt;15-59% : excess level of visceral fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T  im fat and unhealthy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Physique rating &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hidden obese&lt;br /&gt;2. Obese&lt;br /&gt;3. Solidly built&lt;br /&gt;4. Under exercise&lt;br /&gt;5. Standard&lt;br /&gt;6. Standard muscular&lt;br /&gt;7. Thin&lt;br /&gt;8. Thin and muscular&lt;br /&gt;9. Very muscular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Solidly built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wts!!! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Muscle mass &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no standard leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 44.41kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Bone mass &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female: &lt;br /&gt;less than 50kg: 1.95kg&lt;br /&gt;50 - 75kg: 2.40kg&lt;br /&gt;75kg and above: 2.90kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male: &lt;br /&gt;less than 65kg: 2.66kg&lt;br /&gt;65 - 95kg: 3.29kg&lt;br /&gt;95kg and above: 3.69kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 3kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlau! my bone so big and heavy ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worse part of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CURRENT AGE: 18&lt;br /&gt;MY METABOLIC AGE: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7204517277541176479?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7204517277541176479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7204517277541176479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7204517277541176479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7204517277541176479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-went-to-orchard-for-job.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-437384628218575128</id><published>2009-12-22T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:00:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want a lot of money. i want to put nail polish. i want to get a new laptop. i want to go on a spree at sasa. i want to buy a total new set of makeup. i want a new handbag. i want my handphone to be fixed. i want to get a well paying job. i want to be able to work and let time pass very fast so that i can be off soon. i want my room to be packed automatically. i want to do up my room. i wanna buy fluffy. i want to do manicure. i want to do pedicure. i want to do treatment for my hair. i want to go for ipl. i want alot of opi nail polishes. i want to go for dental whitening. i want a lot of new accessories. i want to buy alot of corn potage crackers at daiso. i want to have a shopping spree at daiso. i want to have shopping spree at cotton on. i want to buy a lot of clothes. i want to go out with harpers. i want to meet up with ppt. i want to live the life of a princess. i want to become thinner. i want ahbong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-437384628218575128?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/437384628218575128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=437384628218575128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I wanna go for an overseas holiday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;/_\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*ah bong leans*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7198275605764714362</id><published>2009-12-21T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:05:54.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 700th post</title><content type='html'>wah! i was looking at my homepage at blogger before realising that this post is actually my 700th post (i got so many things to say one meh?).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i've always felt that I've never ever grown up. but after reading my older blog posts (and laughing over how stupid i sound each time), i realised i've definitely grown up! (somehow or rather). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now I'm already starting to work (all different part time jobs). like I've gotten the job as weekend promoter, and i'm teaching pri 4 and pri 5 science (haha funny). and that day while i was on my way to class, i was thinking to myself , ''my science so lousy! what if i teach them den they fail ah??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckily it didn't turn out that way... or at least, i think so lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and halfway through writing this, i went onto Xiaxue's blog and realised that she has actually wrote out her love story, like how she and her &lt;s&gt;boyfriend&lt;/s&gt; fiance met, fell in love etcetcetc till now when she's finally gotten engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as mentioned in my earlier posts (and i've got a bunch of unfeeling friends to complement it), i cried every single time i watched the proposal video. literally lor!!!! and obviously i didn't laugh at her, ''&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I'M ENGAGED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*waves hand*" part.  -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after her last part where she was saying like, ''i used to think no one would ever love me coz i'm so crude etcetcetcetc.''. and i was thinking to myself, hey, isn't that all that I've been thinking of my whole life? WAH!!!! if thinking that way would get me such a bf/husband in 10years time!!! hahaha! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i know it sounds weird la. skully 10years later i still unattached for &lt;i&gt;nth years and counting&lt;/i&gt; lor. omfggg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i'm quite worried that I won't get married for the rest of my life and get laughed at when i reach 50 years old (like how my friends and i laugh at *********  ** for being so cranky coz she still not married yet after 10 thousand years). and i hope i don't get married at 40 years old to some old balding man with oily scalp (will get laughed at by &lt;i&gt;students&lt;/i&gt; for going clubbing with husband at the age of 40, and only got married at that age too lol!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahem. so let's hope that I dont end up being a teacher like that if not i'll get poke fun at for the rest of my life by students like me! (haha!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway speaking about jobs, I really can't help but scoff at promoter jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway just in case you dunno, I've been a promoter at supermarkets (hanah hanah) for the past 2 weekends (except for last saturday where i asked ruoting to sub me at work coz I had to attend a wedding lunch at Marina Mandrin hotel).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've worked at carrefour and sheng siong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and both places are SUPER DAMN DIFFERENT!!! REALLY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. location&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sheng Siong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;punggol sheng siong is located in the middle of a bunch of hbd blocks, with only one coffee shop, one bakery, one clinic, and one salon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carrefour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carrefour is located in the middle of suntec city with many shops, cafes, dvd shops etc. do i need to say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. staff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sheng Siong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the staff in punggol sheng siong are super damn unfriendly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: uh hi may i know where's the store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot: DUNNO LAH DUNNO LAH! FIND URSELF LA! OR GO ASK THE PERSON IN RED LAH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: half of the people there were in red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carrefour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the staff there super super friendly and nice lah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even if they don't know me, they were super damn polite!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hi may i know where is the store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendly staff no.1 : im sorry i'm not very sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: oh it's okay ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even the aunty there also very nice hor!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hi may i know where's the store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice aunty: oh! come come i bring you there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see!!! what the shit is wrong with sheng siong?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's not just one or two staff who are friendly and nice btw, it's literally &lt;b&gt;ALL!!&lt;/b&gt; even right up to the cleaner aunty lor. clean floor also so happy. unlike ss. *scoffs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The supermarket itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt; sheng siong &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so small!!!! and the shelves super damn squeezy!!!! how to promote lor! stand there and promote den people tsk u coz you're blocking their way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the goods are placed so messily!!! wts lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to find my goods also difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact i was totally promoting without a tray. coz they packed the store in such a way that me (and my company's driver) totally couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankfully there's this stacker (guy, quite cute) working there who was helping me all the while ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still!!! fk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt; Carrefour &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; the stuff are placed super orderly!!!! like even i was there for the first day only and i one look can tell what is placed where lor. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, even their system is extremely orderly. when i reach, i know how to go to the security place to exchange pass, and go to the store to collect my table and goods. btw sheng siong don't even have a freaking store(room) *scoffs once again*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Promoters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;sheng siong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how come all the promoters in sheng siong all aunties (with me as an exception, duh!) one ah?! somemore ALL so unfriendly. don't even bother to talk to me or anything. shit you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carrefour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost 50% of the promoters are my age or younger!!!! and all very fun to be around!! like i can have lunch with them, bitch with them about non-existant people etc. even the manager also damn cute and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: *pokes raisins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;manager: eh!! i take 2 sticks of raisins ah???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: orh take lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;manager: i wanna give one to my girlfriend la *winkswinks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rofl. ohmanz. SS. pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i actually still need to say more? it's almost like heaven and earth!!! or should i say, heaven and hell! even customers in carrefour are more well mannered and everything. goodness gracious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but of course, the best place to be at is doubtlessly, Friends learning centre (FLC)!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i've only worked there for one day, but the staff there were really really friendly!!! really!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the moment i walked in... (i was a total stranger there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minghao (the admin guy): HELLO!!! YOU'RE KIMBERLY RIGHT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: oh ya. hi! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minghao: HIHIHI!!! IM MINGHAO!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xinyun: hello! you're kimberly ah!! im xinyun! i sms-ed you just now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yaya! i saw!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another girl at the counter: hello!!! i'm ***** (sorry i cnt rmb ur name!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minghao: ya haha! she's p6, next yr going sec 1!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: really ah! hi!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get what i mean. like &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt; there super damn friendly. like as though everyone knew me for years!!! even the students!!! even though they only knew me for 5mins, they were totally damn friendly!! like as though i have taught them for like, forever! AWESOME (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like even before i left, i was taking my bags, and there was another 2 tutors nua-ing somewhere at the back, and they saw me and one of them were like, ''hi, u going back already? my name is *****!". sorry i forgot your name too :/  haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;madly awesome! which is why i refused to give up this job, and is willing to give up any other jobs (:   besides, the pay is awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man. i wanna watch tv already. and i havent bathe the whole day. ending my 700th post!!! (:&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/33341762-7198275605764714362?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7198275605764714362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7198275605764714362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7198275605764714362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7198275605764714362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-700th-post.html' title='my 700th post'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-531844353272048514</id><published>2009-12-19T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:31:56.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;me: so what is the name of the process whereby plants make food?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;boy: chlorophyll!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;girl: STOMATA!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: o.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;boy: oxygen??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: O.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;girl: SUNLIGHT!!!!!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: o.O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;boy + girl: CARBON DIOXIDE!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: O.O!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i know how mdm wong feels when we dunno how to answer her bio questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-531844353272048514?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/531844353272048514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=531844353272048514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/531844353272048514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/531844353272048514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-so-what-is-name-of-process-whereby.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-4362056822675883566</id><published>2009-12-18T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:53:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"never look down on teachers"</title><content type='html'>okay basically today is my first day being a teacher!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay lah not really teacher. tuition teacher (of a P4 class in a tuition centre)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im really damn damn nervous!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and making notes aint as easy as it seems!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY TO THOSE TEACHERS WHOM I EVER COMPLAINED YOUR LESSON WAS BORING BEFORE!!!! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-4362056822675883566?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4362056822675883566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=4362056822675883566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4362056822675883566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4362056822675883566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/never-look-down-on-teachers.html' title='&quot;never look down on teachers&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8003118133729773662</id><published>2009-12-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:57:16.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOO YOU FRIENDLESS FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8003118133729773662?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8003118133729773662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8003118133729773662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8003118133729773662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8003118133729773662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/shoo-you-friendless-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3865689370296893440</id><published>2009-12-17T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:38:17.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bye my unfriendly friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes it's just not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;despite how much you want things to turn out your way&lt;br /&gt;it won't&lt;br /&gt;and never will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been feeling pretty moody recently. like somehow, so many things have happened ever since the end of Alevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially after you realised you've lost a friend. and it really sucks to know. like all the while you thought someone is your really close friend, he/she suddenly jolted you into knowing the truth, which is that you guys aren't good friends at all, and merely classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised that being all upset is not gonna salvage the situation whatsoever, and so I'm just gonna totally forget about my non-existant friend and go on to cherish my harps girlfriends who are truely there ((: Loves ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I was watching Xiaxue's wedding proposal on clicknetwork.tv and i found her boyfriend super damn sweet!!! if you haven't watched the video, go watch k. although unfeeling people like Johnia was laughing like mad after she watched the video while I cried each time I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also previously, i was also watching on clicknetwork.tv where the 98.7FM deejays shan and rozz were having this interview with this birth coach. and apparently she was telling them that during like, child birth, everything is opened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by everything, i mean, the mouth, the vulva, vagina and, well, the anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also added on to say that during child birth, the woman might be like, puking, burping, farting, shitting and everything at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTS LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went onto tell loser ho, &lt;strong&gt;''NO WAY AM I GONNA HAVE A KID EVER!!!!! YUCKS!!!!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after watching the Xiaxue's proposal video, i went on to say, ''WAH!!! if my boyfriend/husband like that, i would totally not mind puking burping farting shitting and everything over 10times lor!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loser ho's such a kkb.&lt;br /&gt;that day we were talking on msn about something obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser ho: OMG! I NEVER USE PEOPLE'S TOWEL TO WIPE MY DICK BEFORE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: O.O WTF! YOU HAVE AH?!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as I've mentioned 10,000 times before, &lt;strong&gt;I WANNA LOSE WEIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;! and as i've also said, i gained approximately 20kg since secondary school till the official day where Alevels ended! and thankfully, I've lost 4kg ever since!!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, &lt;strong&gt;DON'T GO TO A JC UNLESS YOU'RE ANEROXIC AND WANNA BE CURED K.&lt;/strong&gt; almost like a permanent cure to anyone with weight problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, by weight problems, i mean people who are excessively underweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're massively overweight, den uh, maybe you should try not to go anywhere. anyone that leaves secondary education somehow just becomes fat. no idea why. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im quite nervous about having to start classes this friday. oh, if you guys don't know, I've accepted two tuition classes, one primary 4 science and one primary 5 science class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was shocked!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;why not maths?!?!?! how to teach!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today i went with one of my ex classmate to Popular at Jurong to look at primary 4 science books. and i realised how totally different our syllabus is!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time one science textbook is one whole book with everything. now it's separate books!! like 5 separate book, one book for one topic. SHOCKS RIGHT!!! and the content are like, omg! they learn leaf structure!!! isn't that what we learnt in sec 3 or sec 4 bio!? goodness gracious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea what's wrong with me recently, but I've been really addicted to herbal herbal stuff recently. goodness. and i used to hate the taste lor. like recently now whenever i walked past those chinese medical hall, i would totally look at the counter of those &lt;em&gt;liang cha&lt;/em&gt; (cooling tea), when i used to absolutely abhore them in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today I bought this Allswell brand de Ginseng red date drink, and i totally finished it in ONE NIGHT (1 litre hor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. i better stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have no idea why, but i really miss Just Acia. like that day after kite flying with friends, we all went to Just Acia to eat. it was just a simple meal but I have no idea why but i really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw that day, the meal i ordered came with the japanese peas (i have no idea whats the name. forgot.). and that was the first time i was eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how sweet peas usually come in a pod and u just eat the whole thing? yep! it looks almost like that. so as any other ordinary being, I ate the whole pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised something: wahlau!!! so hard!!! why people wanna eat?!?!?! so damn fibre-y and everything lor. almost like chewing on a bamboo broom lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then lp they all were like O.O!!!!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PEEL OPEN THE PODS AND ONLY EAT THE PEAS INSIDE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them were like, ''hor u die. when u shit that time u'll see the whole pod there''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im actually quite bored already.&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do something much more important&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;s&gt;mugging&lt;/s&gt; watching online dramas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-3865689370296893440?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3865689370296893440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3865689370296893440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3865689370296893440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3865689370296893440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-my-unfriendly-friend.html' title='&quot;Bye my unfriendly friend&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-6476593964542230634</id><published>2009-12-15T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:16:26.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"end of one liners"</title><content type='html'>haha after having done one liner posts for the past few days coz i was really really busy (was working and shit like that), i decided to be nice and blog a.. well, decently long post. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Job(s)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently Alevels officially ended less than 2 weeks ago, and I was (not literally) rotting at home, and I've been permanently broke ever since then, coz I've been going out everyday and depleting my almost non-existent funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fine day on the mrt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: wah very sian leh~&lt;br /&gt;loser ho: hanor!!!&lt;br /&gt;loser ho: and did you realise Alevels just ended 3 days ago?&lt;br /&gt;me: O.O OH YA HOR! how come feel like 2 weeks already ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how bored we actually were. Btw i vaguely remembered that day, we went to starbucks to sign up for job as part time barista (and they didn't bother to reply us ever since. &lt;a href="mailto:#$#%@^$"&gt;#$#%@^$&lt;/a&gt;). and we were about to go to Daiso coz loser ho wanted to make dangoes (plural for dango) to pass time at home while i wanted to get my fantabulous corn potage crackers!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about the *smiles dreamily* corn potage crackers, wonderful ruoting managed to find the stick form of the corn potage crackers at NTUC &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i found a tuition job, and &lt;em&gt;amazing Junqiang&lt;/em&gt; volunteered to help me with worksheets/tests for my classes (obviously he want a cut from my pay. eeyer lousy friend leh you. &gt;&lt; ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, last thursday when i was out with Leeping and Junqiang to collect our studio shot from grad night (it was free btw, and it had no editing which is why i look stupid), and I received a call from Promos Singapore, asking whether I wanna work on fri, sat and sun as a promoter at Carrefour. and i happily agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and since we were at suntec city that day, we decided to go down to carrefour and realised that there was a B&amp;amp;J ice cream counter, and i happily thought I might possibly be the promoter for that counter!!! and so that day I went down to the main office to see what's my job. and guess what?! I AM A PROMOTER FOR RAISINS LEH. wts!? LOUSY JOB!!! and like that's not bad and lousy enough, I got called aunty a million times over during my work T.T!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;boy: hello can i have the raisin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: orh okay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *gives him the raisin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy: *runs away a little before turning back to face me*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy: *extremely loudly* THANK YOU &lt;strong&gt;AUNTYYYYYY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *angelic looks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *twitch* n-o pro-blem........... *twitch*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another boy: can i have the raisin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: okay (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *gives him the raisin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy's father: *nudges him*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy's father: you never tell&lt;strong&gt; AUNTY&lt;/strong&gt; thankyou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy: Thank you auntyyyyy!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet another boy: can i have the raisin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: sigh, okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;his father: boy, tell aun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *glares*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;his father: uh, jiejie thankyou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw just in case you're wondering how my studio shot looks like, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/img024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i think i look exceptionally like plastic. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;may i know what's wrong with blogger?! i type a freaking long post and many parts disappeared and i totally had to deleted a huge part of my posts. BOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-6476593964542230634?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6476593964542230634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=6476593964542230634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6476593964542230634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6476593964542230634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-one-liners.html' title='&quot;end of one liners&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5352081773518606134</id><published>2009-12-14T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:28:55.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate working!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5352081773518606134?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5352081773518606134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna wear dresses and be a girly pig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-3264204699444978594?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3264204699444978594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3264204699444978594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3264204699444978594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3264204699444978594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-wear-dresses-and-be-girly-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3174325413518403472</id><published>2009-12-11T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:31:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promises to blog about prom night after my 3day work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-3174325413518403472?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3174325413518403472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3174325413518403472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3174325413518403472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3174325413518403472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/promises-to-blog-about-prom-night-after.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1273511177382199044</id><published>2009-12-11T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:59:49.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BALEY IS WORKING ON FRI SAT AND SUN!!! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1273511177382199044?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1273511177382199044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1273511177382199044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1273511177382199044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1273511177382199044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/baley-is-working-on-fri-sat-and-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1882491616421303280</id><published>2009-12-09T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:45:54.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pictures outburst"</title><content type='html'>just gonna post photos of grad night and call it a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abi lp john me and laoqiang while waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid idiot block my face -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308050781_661830781_286052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308050781_661830781_286052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abi lp john me and *sighs* laoqiang again. block john's face this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308055781_661830781_286052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308055781_661830781_286052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally a photo where no one got blocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308060781_661830781_286052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308060781_661830781_286052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308070781_661830781_286052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308070781_661830781_286052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ma ruoting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308080781_661830781_286052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308080781_661830781_286052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308100781_661830781_286052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308100781_661830781_286052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and loser ho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308120781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308120781_661830781_286053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;table &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308125781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;77777!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308125781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308125781_661830781_286053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308130781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308130781_661830781_286053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ballroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308135781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308135781_661830781_286053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and leeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rt says this photo kinda scares her :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/.\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308145781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308145781_661830781_286053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and laoqianggg :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308150781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308150781_661830781_286053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loser ho and klp :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308160781_661830781_286053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308160781_661830781_286053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally one photo that I don't look murderous, according to harpers ._.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308180781_661830781_286054.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308180781_661830781_286054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308215781_661830781_286054.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308215781_661830781_286054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and benjamin :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308275781_661830781_286055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308275781_661830781_286055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;million dollar smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308295781_661830781_286055.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308295781_661830781_286055.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308295781_661830781_286055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever of 11A that was present at Marriott (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abi john me rt lp ivin jq (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308330781_661830781_286056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308330781_661830781_286056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and loser ho :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308395781_661830781_286056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308395781_661830781_286056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma ruotinggggg~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308400781_661830781_286057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308400781_661830781_286057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and abi @ TCC :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13553_191308530781_661830781_286058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/13553_191308530781_661830781_286058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laoqianggg~ :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with yvonne and JQ :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jq and klp :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loserrr ho~~~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loser ho and laoqiang :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'is that a cleavage i see?!?!' O_o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0491.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jq and ma ruoting :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MRT (HAHAHAHA FUNNY) looks really pretty in these 2 photos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first time when i saw this photo i swear i totally dunno it's her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;benjamin and loser ho :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jq and Benjamin :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jq and Abi :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jq and Jossy :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"is it really so bright in the hotel?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0507.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and jossy :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11A (whoever who were there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abilgail, johnia, me, ruoting, leeping, ivin and junqiang (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0509.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JQ and the prom queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry idk how to spell your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;she very chio right!! totally deserved the title.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0545.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0546.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0547.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jq and abi (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0555.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt john abi and JQ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jq abi john rt and half of my face D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0558.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha for some reason i think loser ho's tongue in this photo v cute nehzzxxzxzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ with us as backdrop&lt;br /&gt;somehow i like myself as backdrop in this photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0560.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jq and abi&lt;br /&gt;(uh, wrong hotel hor. our prom is at Marriott, not swissotel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruoting john abi and klp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me abi and john before leaving the house (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ klp abi john and me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser ho and abi looking blur and the quite nice chicken (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH LOSER HO YOU BLUR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhoring in toilet. see! even their toilet so nice lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jolyn ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abi me john and JQ by the SG river ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abi and KLP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and yongbang ((((:&lt;br /&gt;*why my face so white in every single picture D: *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and felicia :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and mrt&lt;br /&gt;*woah the height difference*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mrt and loser&lt;br /&gt;*with idiot as backdrop*&lt;br /&gt;LOL JOKING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klp and ben (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all coz i'm sian already /.\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1882491616421303280?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1882491616421303280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1882491616421303280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1882491616421303280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1882491616421303280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-outburst.html' title='&quot;Pictures outburst&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7434542732428055599</id><published>2009-12-08T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:33:55.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-prom jitters</title><content type='html'>okay I know it might be really ridiculous, but it's kinda 3.15am now, and I am, stupidly enough, having ''pre-prom jitters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exactly is, pre-prom jitters, you might ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh, isn't it self-explanatory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give a checklist for pre-prom jitters (or at least those experienced by me lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o cannot eat proper meals&lt;br /&gt;o worry that people might wear the same thing as you and look chio-er, which is probably true in my case&lt;br /&gt;o over-paranoid about what people might gossip over what you/I wear&lt;br /&gt;o being over-sensitive about how I/you look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I can't think of anymore coz my mind is kinda semi dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog about my Body Worlds outing with Junqiang Yongbang and Leeping but thanks to &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; who didn't upload the photos, I will blog about it some other day when I lay my hands on those adorable lil photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are, strangely enough, over-enthusiastic to see the photos, I've uploaded my portion onto facebook! so you can go see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? what do you mean by you're not my friend so you can't see my photos?&lt;br /&gt;if you not my friend den why are you on my blog then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to daiso with johnia and &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; today (&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; was late by about an hour hor). and john bought like, dango making stuff (which she went home and made and it turned out, according to her, tasted like tang yuan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dango taste like tang yuan meh!?! i thought it's supposed to be kinda hardish and sticky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and johnia said she boiled the dangoes (plural for dango) instead of steaming it as what the instruction states. skully that's why dango become tang yuan lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after shopping at SSC, i decided to be a nice friend and accompany &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; to amk to get the prom attire changed coz apparently &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; is scared that when mice starts to appear, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; might be unable to fit into the attire anymore!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even went on to pei &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; to orchard coz &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;'s magazine is out (or was supposed to be out but it isn't anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah i admit i went to orchard not to accompany &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;but coz i wanted to go to the food area at taka!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major hearts to that place!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;current=Photo050.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo050.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7434542732428055599?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7434542732428055599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7434542732428055599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7434542732428055599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7434542732428055599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-prom-jitters.html' title='Pre-prom jitters'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1867815950039528343</id><published>2009-12-05T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:04:08.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"milk sucker"</title><content type='html'>go on and get the milk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1867815950039528343?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1867815950039528343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1867815950039528343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1867815950039528343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1867815950039528343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/milk-sucker.html' title='&quot;milk sucker&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2900832129411410215</id><published>2009-12-04T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:53:56.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MAN~</title><content type='html'>almost forgot to blog about this part before i leave to meet ys to get my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know yesterday after alvls, we were at cwp and so, as per usual, after eating, we went to shop around cwp (Metro specifically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this like, counter near the chocolatey area in Metro and this guy from the counter came to talk to me (more like get donation actually). I can't remember how he looks like lah, but he felt kinda cute. *shy* Johnia said he looks cute whereas RT said, ''HE VERY UGLY LEH!!!!''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as you know, RT's taste can't be trusted at times...... HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually RT's taste might be more trustworthy as compared to that of Johnia's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz yesterday we were at the DVD shop thinking of what show to get to watch. and RT was pointing out this HK guy who actually looked pretty handsome and cute. and Johnia pointed to the Shi Xiong Di (10 brothers) vcd and she was like, ''THIS GUY VERY CUTE LEH!!!''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i excitedly went over to see and i was only short of rolling on the floor laughing! SERIOUSLY. THE GUY IS MAD HIDEOUS BEYOND WORDS LAH!!! he has his really terrible centre parting beetle lookalike hair lor. WTS?! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your problem loser ho!!! HAHAHAHAHA /.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the guy in metro. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was from PJC and I guess he's from J1 (duh den J2 meh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after i rejected his can-you-donate-plz-we're-all-students, he was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh~ man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kena ohman-ed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gna be late already so................ bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2900832129411410215?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2900832129411410215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2900832129411410215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2900832129411410215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2900832129411410215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-man.html' title='OH MAN~'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-4994602884507559478</id><published>2009-12-04T04:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:48:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How's your new breath?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sxgh-uUbrNI/AAAAAAAABVA/mqig1WPlY1c/s1600-h/Photo345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sxgh-uUbrNI/AAAAAAAABVA/mqig1WPlY1c/s400/Photo345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411112313754987730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so now the cockroach has fresh breath, as well as being free of plaque and gingivitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as most of the people out there should know.. uh, or.. don't know, yesterday was my last and final A level paper! as much as I would like to say WOOHOOO!!! it's OVER!!!!!! my nightmare is almost here coz... i know i did extremely terribly bad. to the extent i'm thinking i might get BDE/B. of course, B being my maths. why so confident, you might ask. ahboh i checked answer already what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my initial DREAM was to be able to get into NUS science course. sigh. that is indeed, fat hope. now i only hope i would be able to get into NIE in NTU. I think I would be madly happy when i can get in. now i'm worried that i might... *cries* fail one subject and would have to repeat J2 again (which is not impossible because i know i screwed up both chem and bio T.T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like mdm wong says, teachers not very smart one. you no need good grades to get into NIE. HOPEFULLY my not-good grades are good enough for me to get in there. I'm happy enough I guess? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually my initial "plan" was to get into NUS science before going to NIE in NTU so I can, uh, do maths and maths only... ya lah ya lah I'm a bit of a maths geek o.o  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keywords: a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way just in case you're wondering why I'm still blogging at such a time at night/morning (um for your info it's about 4.48am now as shown on my computer), it was because I woke up super early in the morning to go to school for bio mcq, and I was so exhausted that I slept at 8pm last night (totally missing the 9pm show once again), and i woke up at 10.40 or so to reply a couple of smses, and fell back asleep once again till 3am, and lazing around till 4 before realising that actually my hair not dried yet -.-   and somehow decided to get up to play computer and blog (like duh, i have all the time in the world now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still vividly remember the annoying days where like, I return home from school at an ungodly hour of like, 7.45pm (if that seems early to you, try going through the same life I had and see if that's still early), and immediately feel like sleeping coz I would be damn freaking tired and I literally use my computer only on weekends (T.T i feel sad at the mere thought of those horrible days). And despite feeling all tired and everything, I still had to do homework T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as all JC kiddos know, doing homework alone is not enough coz the #%@^%#$@#ing syllabus is so.... wonderful.. that if you don't study after doing homework, you confirm fail! isn't it all so lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i obviously skipped the "study" part, which is what i was ranting about in the first place anywayyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it got really terrible so much that I started to skip school (by skip school I mean pon lah, with my mother's permission of course). But i quit this habit much later on in J2 where I had wonderful friends (cues to say 'Awwwwwwwwww').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, shit you! to all the unhappy things about JC. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahems*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tuesday is grad night! I think it would be quite a terrible experience for me coz... I'm fat! fat fat fat! (but will not go into a whole long post about being fat coz i've done so in earlier post so i shall curb the urge to go into this topic if not it would sound as though i merely copied and pasted from the earlier post. heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, despite watching tonnes of youtube videos on how to put make up and everything, I honestly think I look like an ah gua when i put makeup!!!! and being a hiao girl in nature (haha), I like to put coloured contacts (recently bought a pair at 28bucks), and I personally feel I look really really weird with coloured contacts without makeup!!! the feeling is almost as though a bride is wearing a wedding gown studded with crystals, and the bride wearing like, crocs with... uh,   aunty-looking hair tied up in an ah-soh bun, and the bride having no makeup with shaven brows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, everytime when I decide to put on coloured contacts, which is really not very often actually, I would have to put almost a full set of makeup, well, if you minus off the lipstick and eye shadow. okay lah, i'm not the pro type, so the only stuff that I put are like, concealer, foundation, eyeliner, mascara and rouge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you didn't realise, most of these are those that are very monoxious, for a simple reason: I can't put colours on my face. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how people teach others how to do like, the smokey eye effect from youtube videos? I bought like black eye shadow to try as they taught step by step, and in the video, the model really looked chio and everything, but *sighs* I looked very much like someone who... uh, didn't sleep much and got punched really badly in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I tried false lashes too coz I'm a chinese (you know how most chinese people have like short and somewhat straight lashes?). wahpiang, totally couldn't work out. and guess the reason why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MY EYES ARE TOO LONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. you know how people say stuff like, ''oh don't worry if the fake eye lashes are too long for your eyes. you can always cut the ends away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me it's too short! so i look like I have thick and long lashes in the middle but the ends are so bloody barren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah i know i'm making a huge fuss for nothing coz I know there're like, those shorter ones that people use to stick to the ends of their eyelash to, well, enhance the volume? whatever la. so troublesome. buy fake lashes already till need buy those small strands of lashes. hate those people with naturally long and chio lashes. hate them! (don't worry JQ, that means you're DEFINITELY my friend). HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about this, I kinda realised I have never noticed anyone's lashes other than those people in ppt leh :/   omg! *bangs head against.. uh, pillow*. HARPERS I DUI BU QI YOU ALL! (like i care HAHAHAHAHA). aiya next time then i see lah. I think the only person's lashes in harpers that i ever took notice of was Johnia's coz i still remember a couple of days ago when me jq john abi went out and me and john decided to be hiao and put makeup (john's makeup can't even see btw. so i looked like i was the only hiao one -.- ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and johnia was like, ''baley! you see my eye liner like coagulating leh!!! you see you see! *drags down eye lids*''. and that was when i noticed her lower (only) eye lashes. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahem. but i would really like to go to those makeup studio to have my makeup done and hopefully not look like an ahgua if not it would really be the tragedy of my life lor! can you imagine next time when i get married (not at the age of 55 but at the age of 20+ leh) and I freaking can't put makeup coz I would look even more like an ahgua coz im now in like, uh, a wedding gown (Without makeup???). How terrible does that sound?! look like crap lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later on at about 12 I would be meeting yenshan to go have my hair done. uh, by 'doing hair' i mean to rebond my hair lah. as most of my friends would know, my hair is really really curly naturally (in fact everyone in my family has curly hair and my mum, brother and myself have been rebonding our curly hair straight all our life btw), and it's really very much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;and I honestly honestly envy people with chio straight hair. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I've totally decided to marry someone with totally straight hair. From what we've been doing in Bio, straight hair seems to be dominant over curly hair (let's totally hope there's no codominance alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;current=Photo360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo360.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't correct my biological errors. I know i suck at bio. but it looks somewhat like that lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness. can you imagine if there's codominance?! ALL MY KIDS WILL END UP HAVING WAVY HAIR!!! T.T!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. abrupt end for now coz i just realised i developed dandruff!!! WTS?! i think it's cause by sleeping with my hair wet last night T.T       and i think it's really weird coz my dandruff usually disappear after one day, and comes back a few months later. weird head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-4994602884507559478?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4994602884507559478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=4994602884507559478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4994602884507559478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4994602884507559478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/hows-your-new-breath.html' title='&quot;How&apos;s your new breath?&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sxgh-uUbrNI/AAAAAAAABVA/mqig1WPlY1c/s72-c/Photo345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2800647716482676208</id><published>2009-12-01T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:04:24.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" I hate free stuff "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, before i start with anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Su, what is this doing on my desktop? :DD&lt;br /&gt;JOKE! :D&lt;br /&gt;p/s: OBVIOUSLY, i added the speech bubble and the monster myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my pig is cuter anyway. hah! eat my pig's dust you hippo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway to those people who do not know, I have this madly adorable pig (at least to me) since the age of 0! yep! it isn't a typo! It was my one month old present from my eldest brother! so technically speaking, I got it at the age of 0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and since it was my one month old.. uh, birthday gift, i presume it's birthday is 27 december!!! I remember how i used to buy a small tiny cake to celebrate it's birthday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok lah fine lah, it was just an excuse for me to buy a cake and eat it lah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like duh, how can my pig eat it right? zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway speaking about eating, I've made one of the biggest decision of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO.LOSE.WEIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aiya it's not a new thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but anyway, losing weight and repeatedly failing has been an important part of my life, well, at least from the age of like, 8? or 9? somewhere around that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't really remember much of bening skinny before, but apparently my mum was been harping on me EVERY SINGLE DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ah girl ah! stop eating!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ah girl ah! you getting fat!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ah girl ah! how come you so fat! last time you so slim! now why so fat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"wah! i see something huge in front of me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she meant my butt when she says this everytime btw -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"AIYO PUI PUI!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"You know where the culprit is? SMACK IT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she meant my mouth -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know where you always gain weight at? Your NECK... and... chin... and arms.. and torso.. and legs.. and backside. ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;isn't that everywhere? oh! i know where did i not gain! fingernails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... there was once my mum even smsed me something that she was about to send to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! is our&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; puipui&lt;/span&gt; still eating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just to clear up misunderstanding, I don't eat 24hours a day, although I very much wished I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that day we were having dinner with Mr Kelvin Sim at Macs and I have no idea why but we all started out this topic of weight. and as usual, I will unknowingly blurt out my weight and promptly regret after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, i didn't exactly blurt out my weight, but it was akin to that, considering that Jq was around. Coz I was commenting how JC has changed me (and my weight). and i was exclaiming that from my weight in sec 4 till graduation in J2, I've gained approximately 18kg (now it's 20kg... -_-). And since Jq was around and knew clearly my weight in sec 4, he totally said my weight out LOUD lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, as scary as it seems, I really gained that amount of weight. Okay lah, I did lose some ever since A levels unofficially ended. lost like 3kg (gosh. Alevels suck the life out of me, and pours oil onto me. literally Jiayous. o.o )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and considering that grad night is less than a week away and I just bought a dress yesterday at $139 when I was out with John and Abi. Apparently turned out that John and Abi already have a dress, and RT found hers too! and turned out that Abi's and RT's dress, like mine, is black! hahaha! Loser ho ah. odd one out la... &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; brown colour :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;. so since i spent so much on it, might as well just lose weight to fit nicely into it right? why would i wanna look like a cow that day? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! anyway just speaking about clothes, that day when I bought my dress, initially Jq was around too (and we all had lunch together anyways). and he went off with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend with the funny name (let's just call his friend&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VJ&lt;/span&gt; since he comes from VJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyway just to side track abit. VJ is seemingly really rich! and Jq was telling me that VJ lent him a vest to see if it would be of any help for Jq's grad night attire, mainly because I think Jq is kinda frustrated that he can't find a nice attire for grad night i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's something I really couldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all guys clothes look the same one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;like, for formal occasions, guys would probably either wear black pants or nicer jeans (how many types of jeans or black pants are there?! all looks somewhat the same what!). and probably long sleeved shirt (and probably only need to look at the colour since I guess guys probably would wear something that is plain coloured if they're wearing a vest or jacket outside?). don't plain coloured shirt look the same no matter where you go???? and vests look somewhat the same to me too! especially if you go walk around in far east shopping centre. all the vest look the same leh. all black colour, or grey colour (I'm already suspecting that all the shops in far east gets their stocks from the same supplier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY DIFFERENT MEH?!&lt;br /&gt;SO DIFFICULT TO FIND SOMETHING 'NICE' MEH?&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe it might be difficult to find something nice, since everything looks the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as you know, or... uh, don't know, I've been searching for my prom dress for the past ten thousand years (okay lah not so long. only about a week, which was already torturous by the way), and as I've complained in my previous post, it's really blardy difficult to find a nice prom dress coz there're so many types!! and how to find la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, the lengths are different. cutting is different. details are different (for guys, how much details are there for a plain coloured shirt??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and. before i continue. I really don't understand why is it so difficult for designers to come up with a plain dress that's nice. seriously you know. like most dresses that I saw this time are like, plain dresses (chio), but it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; get spoilt by this GIGANTIC RIBBON out of nowhere in the front. and this happens in 9 out of 10 dresses that i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the last one is usually just trashy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, shouldn't guys find shopping for their stuff easy? like everywhere for every season is about the same one wad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just as i was commenting this point to Ruoting just now, she replied, ''Ya lor, boys clothes all look the same!! But i think to them, girls clothes all look the same too...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, ''eh ya hor...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i proceeded on to ask Jq whether it's really true, since he's a guy.. i think.. HAHA. joking lah. he is!! im 99% sure! :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he said, "Abit... And girls think the same way for guys clothes wad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it also mean to them, it's very difficult to find guys clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AH???? *shakes head in disapproval*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i totally can't wait to start work! like my wishlish is seriously ENDLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was planning to go rebond my hair someday (probably with yenshan since she wants to rebond her hair too :DD). she found like this salon is far east where rebonding + treatment + cut is only 98bucks! wu hua not!? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember back in sec 2, i went for the MOST EXPENSIVE REBONDING EVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know like in normal neighbourhood salons, the most expensive rebonding is around $160 or something for my hair length only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how much I bloody paid for my rebonding then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;$500++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wts.&lt;/span&gt; uh, just in case you wanna rebond your hair and you're looking at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this particular salon staring at you in a friendly manner at causeway point on the same level as Courts and the banner look like its really rather reasonable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't freaking go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hint: that hair salon has the 'body version' just next to it. very much like, for e.g, Kimberly's hairdressing, and Kimberly's body(??) salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that lah aiyo. Just don't go to dubious salons in that area and you're pretty much fine i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway as i mentioned earlier (i think), i was reading Xiaxue's blog (her last year's post coz i was really bored), and spotted this photo where I found the hair colour mad chio!!! go see go see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2008/10/sparkly-eyes.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have absolutely no idea how to tell the salon girl that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want this colour!&lt;/span&gt; like, is there a particular name for this colour? ohwells, even if i know the name of this colour, how the hell am i gonna tell the lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being a nationalist here, but seriously how come all the salons 'stylists' are either weird aunties who are actually quite fat but wears tight fitting camisoles, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xiao jies&lt;/span&gt; who are mostly Malaysians with funny chinese accent and being extremely not fluent in their english? not like i am lah, but definitely better than most of the salon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xiao jies&lt;/span&gt; i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you might be thinking: aiyo just print the picture den show them lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it's possible, but the colour won't be the same if you print it (unless you use a laser printer lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so desperate for this colour that im thinking of dragging my poor lappy to the salon and just point from Xiaxue's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: *scoffs* don't be stupid. save it to your handphone and just show the lady the picture from your handphone la. goon du.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ya hor...   ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i just realised i shouldn't blog anymore although there're still stuff i wanna blog about. but i guess i should leave those for another day! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last mugging session with the Harpers tomorrow! HAPPY! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, happy about the 'last' part. not the 'mugging session' part. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: WHY IS THE FONT SIZE SO DIFFERENT?! it looks normal when im typing but when it appears on my blog, the font size is.. urghz. 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:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i spent the whole day alone going out myself and everything&lt;br /&gt;literally hor. i was shopping myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i was having dinner by myself in my room, suddenly the door bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i opened the door, to the horror of my parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;there stood the harpers!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn shocked la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they screamed, ''HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!",&lt;br /&gt;my parents got a damn huge shock and quickly chiong to see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;they thought our house got some robber or something coz i was screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the '2 old people' decided to leave to go into their bedrooms, leaving the kitchen to the dangerous people while me and rt slacked in the bedroom watching tv. heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they made like, pizza!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, bread with pasta sauce, cheese, ham, sausages and crabmeat. hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it tasted absolutely fabulous anyway &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW SOMETHING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SICKENING BLOGGER REMOVED IT AFTER I PAINSTAKINGLY TYPED OUT THE WHOLE DAMN THING TWICE!!!!!! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. go loser ho's blog or something to see after she blogged la &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn happy i totally ran down with john and zo lor!!! omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those people who 'went home' were actually downstairs making those stuff for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after everything we all came back up, and we all ate the paddlepop ice cream (tub kind hor) they bought. was super freaking prettttyyyy!!!!! and tastes damn nice although its kinda soft!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a while, rt was like, 'oh! i forgot i brought something too!'. and ran off to the kitchen to get this small aluminium tray with what seems like a chocolate cake with white icing on it reading, 'Happy Birthday kimberly!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and johnia decided to cut the cake when rt said, 'uh actually i think no need cut la. coz like quite nua. scoop directly can le'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, me and johnia were damn excited and took the first bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! both of us burst out laughing when we took the first bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TEXTURE IS DAMN DAMN FUNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like nuanua den full of sugar feeling (Can literally feel the sugar grains in every single bite. no joke! HAHAHAHAHAH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was damn funny la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but okay la, eat more den it doesnt feel that weird. just doesnt feel in the least like cake. HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was nice la! i finished everything btw rt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after awhile, johnia brought in Breezers that they bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, i drank twice the amount of all of them, and me, zona and JQ were the most normal ones lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT started turning red and nua on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnia started laughing non-stop and doing weird things to my pig and started accusing zona of touching her butt :D ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew seemed normal initially but zona told me he started marching on his way home ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and they made me a card! but idk why i cant upload the pictures D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a keychain of my name!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially JQ held it tightly in his hands and told me he wanted to give me sth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be some dead lizard or wad and was freaking out lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out it was that. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!!! Love you guys so much for the wonderful birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and olive you, loser ho for making the card! loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and olive you, prata (take away the vowels :D) for the funny chocolate non-cake! loved it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and olive the whole of Harpers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEARTS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Zona! send me the rest of the photos! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5167046586870670608?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5167046586870670608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5167046586870670608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5167046586870670608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5167046586870670608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-birthday-ever.html' title='&quot; Best Birthday, ever &quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1921793651055151170</id><published>2009-11-27T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:51:02.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Regardless of how it's gonna suck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1921793651055151170?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1921793651055151170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1921793651055151170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1921793651055151170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1921793651055151170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-myself-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3468508099752335606</id><published>2009-11-25T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:22:06.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" It's a world of hope "</title><content type='html'>went with jq john rt abi lp to orchard ytd to shop for prom dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  failure i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has happened to all the chio dresses there?!!?!?! the previous time we went there, we managed to find chio dresses. now it's like... DENG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH IS WRONG WITH DESIGNERS NOWADAYS?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't you dare tell me things like, ''you think its so easy meh?!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello if i really think it's so easy and everything i would have became a designer long ago, and since they're designers, its their job to design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every single shop we went, they sold almost&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ALL&lt;/span&gt; the same designs. like wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, will be going with jq john jolyn abi to ritz carlton for some job thingy tml. and why the hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw so many clothes i liked yesterday!!! seriously ALOT ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and given tt we went to places in orchard such as Ion, Wisma etc, all the stuff i want aren't cheap! like at least 100 odd bucks can! i saw this damn nice dress at Isetan which is super bling but not too overwhelming and it's like SDG499.90  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait till i get at least 2 months of pay den i'll go there and shop like mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get a notebook (not the paper type la! the laptoppish type)&lt;br /&gt;and do up my room...&lt;br /&gt;and buy lotsa clothes...&lt;br /&gt;and spend alot of money at Daiso buying the wonderfully awesome-ly fabulous corn potage chips/crackers/whatever you call that soft cripsy thing &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think im gonna buy these few extremely cute shirts i saw ytd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a $63.90 long sleeve teeshirt with hoodie from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's madly cute!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the cartoon on it is like 2 olives, with one saying, ''Olive you!'' to one and the other saying back, ''Olive you too!!". get it get it?? Olive you = i love you?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noez. D:&lt;br /&gt;its ex la, but i really really love it ttm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt: i cfm buy it if it's 10dollars lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a $19.90 plain white pullover from New Look in orchard ion. it's supposingly $29.90 but it was in the discount section so it's only $19.90! mad awesome! gonna get it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a $39.90 black and white stripped tee with hoodie (??) from Zara!!! it looks madly awesome and madly cute! seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg!!!!! and that excludes those that I hearted along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! im so gna be broke!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/33341762-3468508099752335606?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3468508099752335606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3468508099752335606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3468508099752335606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3468508099752335606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-world-of-hope.html' title='&quot; It&apos;s a world of hope &quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-228965664413063743</id><published>2009-11-25T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:10:37.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" It's over! "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alevels is overrrr!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least i think it is. supposed to have like, another bio paper in like 8 days time but seriously.. who freaking takes 8 days to study for a friggin bio mcq?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes no sense. and i'm blogging now out of fun coz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent my entire 2 days sleeping/shopping lor. like aft alvls, i went home and had a 15hour sleep, and like today, i had another 12 hours sleep, and i just woke up like 2hrs ago, and i feel like sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-228965664413063743?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/228965664413063743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=228965664413063743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/228965664413063743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/228965664413063743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-over.html' title='&quot; It&apos;s over! &quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-168264035920170792</id><published>2009-11-21T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:32:56.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Duck or Chicken "</title><content type='html'>just a couple of minutes ago i was just talking to one of my junior from PHS and she told me to go look at her prom night photos from her facebook, and so i went. and i only had one thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. WHYYYY PHS GRAD NIGHT SO GLAM ALREADY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u compare youself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er btw i chose the photo of JQ and Jossy coz tt's the only photo without me coz i looked pretty much like shit that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC00561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=14648_179627814246_643819246_289484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/14648_179627814246_643819246_289484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfair!!!!! bloody shit. Innova's prom this year had better be good. i spent 75bucks so far on it.&lt;br /&gt;and that totally excludes the dress, makeup, heels etcetcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.. and it doesn't help tt i'm bloody fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grabs a bottle of dettol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-168264035920170792?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/168264035920170792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=168264035920170792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/168264035920170792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/168264035920170792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/duck-or-chicken.html' title='&quot; Duck or Chicken &quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-6261642853519683166</id><published>2009-11-17T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:50:25.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Weird fruit"</title><content type='html'>I've been to like, cold storage for like, all my life, and I always see this dubious looking fruit/thing called the "Indonesian Salak", and somehow i do remember eating it in one of my previous trips to Thailand, and i have no idea why i have absolutely no impression of how it actually tastes like and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today while i was making my wonderfully fab sandwich as shown in the previous entry (say it's nice!), and mum popped into the kitchen and told me, ''eh! i bought the salak fruit leh! you said you like right????".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, ''orh okay...'', and totally not remembering that i ever said i liked it coz i don't even remember how it tastes like and everything. and so, i decided to be brave and try the dubious looking fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks excitingly dubious right. and ohman the skin.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like snake skin btw. just.. tougher? or drier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was figuring out how to remove the skin of salak for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;and finally i just decided to poke my finger nail from the centre and tear the skin apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks pretty much naked. can almost imagine it as a skinless snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i taste-tested it, and it really had a very interesting taste. its like, crunchy, mildly sweet, with a banana-rish sweet tinge to it. and it felt me having this weird feeling of being in Bali. can almost feel like you're in a spa with orchids/rose petals around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;speaking of rose petals, while mugging for chem paper 2 last night/ this morning at a pathetic hour of 3am or so, i was watching channel 8 (yes its my bad habit to watch tv and mug at the same time), and they were showing about this floral cafe somewhere in singapore and they were recommending a couple of dishes, one of them being this 'flower salad'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looked really interesting. it's like, there's lavender, some other types of flowers with extremely chio blood red rose petals around. i was like, damn, wad a waste of a nice rose! like why are you eating the rose? it could have probably be done for a better purpose such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. for a guy to use to propose to his girlfriend who would probably accept it coz the rose is really damn mfking chio! (and probably run away on the day of the wedding coz the roses aren't as chio anymore). ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it appears that actually eating roses (sounds damn weird), do have it's benefits to females. it is supposed to help with like, balancing of hormones (hahaha calming of raging hormones. does it make you less 花痴 (花吃) by eating flowers? get it? HAHAHA. ohman what's wrong with my sense of humour D:  )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suppose the balancing of hormones is definitely good for the skin and everything coz im presuming that we (me) get pimples and scars from raging hormones at this pathetic teenage times. and if my hormones are balanced, my complexion is supposed to improve right right right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be *nods to myself*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im having this sudden mental image. imagine next time my boyfriend, that is, if i can ever find one, propose to me with a bouquet of really really chio and huge &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood red roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i gladly accept it, and just when he's about to pop the ring into my 4th finger, i start to chew up the roses to have chio skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. ohman i hope my prospective husband's not reading this if not im really not gna get married for the rest of my life. HAAHAHAHA like its a really bad thing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUY ME ROSES SO THAT I CAN EAT THEM TO GET REALLY CHIO SKIN AITE? :DDD&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/33341762-6261642853519683166?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6261642853519683166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=6261642853519683166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6261642853519683166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6261642853519683166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/weird-fruit.html' title='&quot;Weird fruit&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7701106731833273073</id><published>2009-11-17T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:51:06.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Burgers don't have the right: french fries do"</title><content type='html'>was making sandwiches for dinner just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was really fab! it was melted cheese with straw mushrooms and minced meat in toasted bread. and it tasted absolutely fab to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i let my dad have a bite and he gave me that doubtful look.&lt;br /&gt;got so awful meh? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let you judge yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe the photos are quite ugly but hurmphs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo275.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is nice if i say so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly dun look that bad right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: *touched* Johnia is my true friend!! she said it sounds niceeee!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: JQ said ew. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7701106731833273073?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7701106731833273073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7701106731833273073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7701106731833273073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7701106731833273073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/burgers-dont-have-right-french-fries-do.html' title='&quot;Burgers don&apos;t have the right: french fries do&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-6831407754472757959</id><published>2009-11-15T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:12:29.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"ROFL"</title><content type='html'>Randomly found photo in 2007 (sec 4)&lt;br /&gt;lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes i looked toot then (sometimes i think its even till now :/  )&lt;br /&gt;lol @ Jq's and Christian's hair. rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sv_vnBPV2uI/AAAAAAAABU4/bt-4wu70lFw/s1600-h/funny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404301531494603490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sv_vnBPV2uI/AAAAAAAABU4/bt-4wu70lFw/s400/funny.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-6831407754472757959?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6831407754472757959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=6831407754472757959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6831407754472757959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6831407754472757959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/rofl.html' title='&quot;ROFL&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sv_vnBPV2uI/AAAAAAAABU4/bt-4wu70lFw/s72-c/funny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1661884355147395987</id><published>2009-11-15T19:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:29:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"No free gifts please"</title><content type='html'>before i start on my short post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIAN! =D&lt;br /&gt;bitch join us for gatherings more frequently :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as i was saying yesterday about dreaming of Jq being an abalone in disguise (which he said made him sound like a coward, idk why), look at what i had for lunch today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00005-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/IMG00005-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the abalone is obviously imitation one.&lt;br /&gt;i look like i so rich meh? can afford to eat one whole abalone for lunch. I wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: "Can I just have the burger without the set meal without the free corn that comes with it? no? ): "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlHBop5rg8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlHBop5rg8Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1661884355147395987?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1661884355147395987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1661884355147395987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1661884355147395987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1661884355147395987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-free-gifts-please.html' title='&quot;No free gifts please&quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3920517514702168110</id><published>2009-11-13T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:08:34.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" You $30 worth! "</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't be here right now coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alevels haven't ended yet but im behaving like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much really happened the past few days so i don't exactly have many interesting things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna talk about the mfking exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*ka pui*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this morning while me and JQ were mugging in the canteen coz everyone haven't reached yet, RT came and she showed me something on her handphone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not exact words but exact meaning*&lt;br /&gt;"dear friends. I'm sick now so prevent you guys from getting sick too, i decided not to open my mouth today.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl! and the whole time i was asking her questions and she kept answering me by writing down. so people who didn't know about this probably thought i was crazy coz i appeared to be talking to myself rather than talking to RT. lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just as you are thinking to yourself: WAH!!! ruoting so suay! fall sick during Alevels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was most probably spread by Junqiang who fell sick and ran a temperature just one day before Alevels. see la! tell you to rest don't want don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when JQ knew RT caught the flu bug from him, on our way to cwp today after exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: scandalous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jq: aiya that's coz among the 7... 6... 5 of you here, i spend the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time with RT.&lt;br /&gt;us: *awkward silence for a good 5 seconds*&lt;br /&gt;loser ho: eh sounds wrong eh.&lt;br /&gt;me: HANOR HANOR HANOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we reached cwp (we were planning to have lunch), and RT didn't wanna join us since she was sick and everything and so i guess she went home to rest. and just outside cwp near the car park there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: scandalous again*&lt;br /&gt;okay for convenience sake, i'm just gna use AJKL to represent abi john me and leeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT: *waves and points that she's not joining us*&lt;br /&gt;AJKL: huh rly ah, okay lor byebye! (:&lt;br /&gt;Jq: *says something to RT that i didn't hear*&lt;br /&gt;Jq: *dunno wad he say* den i leave with ruoting lor *smirks at us and walks away from AJKL towards the mrt (to RT)*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wriggles brows to johnia but that loser ho wasn't even looking at me -_- *&lt;br /&gt;Me (to AJL): let's go eattttt!!!!!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;Jq: *runs back* hahaha i must join you all and pass the flu to you all too! *coughs fakely into my face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wriggles brows* scandalous right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA okay i should stop being such a bitch. hahahaha! but don't you agree? *winkswinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway a couple of days ago when I was walking to school, I met bb at the traffic light and was thinking of what i could say to him and for some stupid reason, bb was walking extremely slowly behind me. i purposely walk slowslow den he walk even slower. i stopped den he also stop. -_-&lt;br /&gt;what's this?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way i was so bloody tired after i came home today and slept for a good 3 hours and i had a very&lt;em&gt; chapalang &lt;/em&gt;dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody hell dreamt we were taking back Alevels results and i freaking hell got CSU/E lor! WTS?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;if i get that score &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*KA PUI!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i.will.kill.myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and the second part of my dream, i have no idea why but i randomly dreamt of Jq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that Jq was actually a friggin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ABALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i lost whatever i was about to say and so... that's it for now till the end of Alevels i guess? haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnia Marianne HOoOoO&lt;/strong&gt;!!! You owe me my giant pocky!! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s: there's a reason why a scandal is called a scandal. and the above feeling wasn't true btw. hahaha. jq left coz he didnt wanna pass the flu bug to us too lol but he decided to be generous and share his flu bug with us in the end anyway. lol! and obviously he spent most time around RT. RT sits just in front of him during exams, and takes the same bus as JQ. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what were you thinking? haha! :D&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/33341762-3920517514702168110?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3920517514702168110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3920517514702168110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3920517514702168110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3920517514702168110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-30-worth.html' title='&quot; You $30 worth! &quot;'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-6978741658301820401</id><published>2009-10-23T19:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:33:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell assembly + College Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;send me the deepavali photos too!!&lt;br /&gt;if not i can't continue with my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the only thing i can do now is post the photos of the gifts friends and teachers gave us today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM ZONA&lt;br /&gt;so sweet right!!! the stars are really extremely tiny and it must have taken ages to do. plus if i was the one who did it, i would have torn all of the papers coz they were really so tiny! loveyou(: &lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo228-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo228-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FROM YENSHAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my always-zhun-zhun-912-bus-partner(:&lt;br /&gt;will miss gossiping about random stuff during the short 10mins bus ride(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo262.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FROM MS GOH SOCK SING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FROM MDM WONG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo268.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a bio student would understand ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo271.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo272.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us with Ms Goh Sock Sing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7329_160282899829_651384829_2758909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7329_160282899829_651384829_2758909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7329_160282899829_651384829_2758909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7329_160282899829_651384829_2758-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/7329_160282899829_651384829_2758-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0811A girls ;D&lt;br /&gt;okay it was according to height that's why im right right right behind.&lt;br /&gt;and you can only see half my head.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0811A with ms goh + zebraaa and mr sim ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7329_160282929829_651384829_2758911.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/7329_160282929829_651384829_2758911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARPERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss them the most after As ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Harpers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Harpers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on the stage to get the cert (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8421_194196189777_513629777_3981684.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/8421_194196189777_513629777_3981684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8421_194196194777_513629777_3981685.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/8421_194196194777_513629777_3981685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0811A girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PA230017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/PA230017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us with mr sim(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PA230004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/PA230004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duckles!!&lt;br /&gt;it has the frowny face...awwww......&lt;br /&gt;madly adorable(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PA230022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/PA230022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will continue to edit this post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-6978741658301820401?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6978741658301820401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=6978741658301820401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6978741658301820401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6978741658301820401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/10/farewell-assembly-college-day-2009.html' title='Farewell assembly + College Day 2009'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1968197375524688282</id><published>2009-10-19T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:10:40.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers are smart, not??</title><content type='html'>a couple of minutes ago i was just thinking about the university courses that i could try to get into after i complete my A levels in another 44 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, my dream course would be to enter NUS faculty of science, which requires a score of BBB/B at the very least, which, i presume is unattainable for me (T.T) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was looking at the excel sheet that Mr sim uploaded onto mlg about the different courses and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how bloody screwed i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, if you don't get As and Bs for your Alevels,&lt;br /&gt;you're pretty much worthless already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like what ms wong said,&lt;br /&gt;the worse case scenario isn't failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting all Ds and Es for your Alevels&lt;br /&gt;coz you can neither get into the uni or retake alevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought of what mdm wong told us during bio lesson one fateful day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''if you never do well at most go be teacher lor''&lt;br /&gt;''teachers no need to have very good qualification one''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's pretty much true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought,&lt;br /&gt;since young i've always had the impression that teachers are all very smart people who knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that totally opened a new pathway of my future career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if one day you see me in NTU (NIE), you know i've screwed up my As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U267ouy0Wck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U267ouy0Wck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1968197375524688282?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1968197375524688282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1968197375524688282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1968197375524688282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1968197375524688282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/10/teachers-are-smart-not.html' title='Teachers are smart, not??'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2844696191204422176</id><published>2009-10-18T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:06:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali...</title><content type='html'>...an excuse to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday mat jq rt john and zo came my house for deepavali (an excuse to celebrate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet them at marsiling mrt station at 4pm but laoqiang decided to come to my house earlier to bind his notes and stuff (he was supposed to come at 3 and in the end he only arrived at 3.40 -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as everyone else did, the first thing he said when he entered my room was, ''WAH the floor very cold".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when he walked further towards my table (which my computer and study table resides)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''now i know why your results so lauya already''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's coz i was, apparently, watching/listening to some taiwan drama serial while doing my maths 2007 alevels paper. i have no idea why but it's really a bad habit of mine. like i need either music or some show that i've already watched a gazillion times when i do work. and when i eat, tv is a necessity coz i have the impression that it's not enjoyable to eat without tv (like eating is my hobby of some sort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my maths deteroriated a little bit eh.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was doing the differential equation question while JQ was binding stuff behind me, and i realised i even forgot how to sub in the values even after integrating, which i did correctly.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a while, rt called me.&lt;br /&gt;apparently she said that sun plaza have these vegetarian food that are actually quite cheap&lt;br /&gt;like one packet of imitation abalone is like, $1.50 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she called and was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt: baley ah!!!! dun have the vegetarian things liao leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: ROFL&lt;br /&gt;jq: *from behind* HI RUOTING&lt;br /&gt;(yes i didn't know my phone was that loud -.-)&lt;br /&gt;rt: how ah how ah? only got &lt;em&gt;fake duck&lt;/em&gt; leh&lt;br /&gt;me: orh den buy lor!&lt;br /&gt;jq: buybuybuy~~~!&lt;br /&gt;rt: dun want!! so gross!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the conversation kinda ended abruptly there and i continued on with my work until around 4.30 (yes we were supposed to meet at 4)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... and... i think i should mug now so im gonna continue later. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2844696191204422176?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2844696191204422176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2844696191204422176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2844696191204422176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2844696191204422176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/10/deepavali.html' title='Deepavali...'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7616414696518169957</id><published>2009-10-17T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:37:32.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice teachers(:</title><content type='html'>ytd during assembly ms wong suddenly came up to me and johnia to ask us to go find her during our break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my initial reaction was like, ''damn... wad did i do wrong this time....'', before following with the thought, ''chialat... must be some sai gang again...''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and during break, me jq john abi rt and lp went to the staffroom and on the way, rt and john were discussing about what ms wong would wanna find both of us for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rt: maybe she wanna give you all a veryveryvery big present for being such a wonderful vice CG chairperson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john: no la i dun think so la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jq (who has been listening to their conversation): actually johnia never do anything one leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me (who has also been listening) and rt: HANOR ACTUALLY QUITE TRUE LEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;john: *indignantly* EH!!!!! I GOT HORRRR!!!! like.... when..&lt;br /&gt;john: AH!!! when baley never come school that time i help her go for the council talk thing hor!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: lol ya for one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. stupid loserrrr ho ;D&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&gt;and lol, we were proven wrong!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wong prepared some gifts (survival pack) for the whole class!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wong: actually supposed to give you all during college day.. but i expect most of you will pon. so i decided to give now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wong's present: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393406715678815506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Stk61Rk99RI/AAAAAAAABUg/bdDfev4XjY8/s400/Photo208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393406727777581170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Stk61-pieHI/AAAAAAAABUo/uxEXGK_adq4/s400/Photo211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when we went back to  class for gp... Mr sim suddenly gave us this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393406735207547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Stk62aU-wvI/AAAAAAAABUw/nMrr-K542kc/s400/Photo220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU MS WONG(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU MR SIM(:&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/33341762-7616414696518169957?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7616414696518169957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7616414696518169957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7616414696518169957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7616414696518169957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-teachers.html' title='Nice teachers(:'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Stk61Rk99RI/AAAAAAAABUg/bdDfev4XjY8/s72-c/Photo208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2552031586332446653</id><published>2009-10-15T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:47:35.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am feeling super sick. with sore throat and filled with phlem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2552031586332446653?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2552031586332446653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2552031586332446653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2552031586332446653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2552031586332446653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-school.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5627148161516843441</id><published>2009-10-14T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:48:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 666th post (how evil)</title><content type='html'>ryan higa is awesome! watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pZbpUy7i_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pZbpUy7i_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbFr_fUdRLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbFr_fUdRLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5627148161516843441?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5627148161516843441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5627148161516843441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5627148161516843441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5627148161516843441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-666th-post-how-evil.html' title='my 666th post (how evil)'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1125237427185121945</id><published>2009-10-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:44:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from loser ho's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i vividly remembered it was a thurday.&lt;br /&gt;maths lecture ended and we had to shift to the other end of the lt, literally, for gp lecture.and i happened to be the leader of the pack (yay! three cheers to great leadership! :D)&lt;br /&gt;and ya, leading my pack to the front of the lt.&lt;br /&gt;there was this massive jam as usual cos buggers were freaking not taught in primary school how to 'keep to your left'.and there i was, stuck in the middle of the stairs (with a pack behind me) for about 3 mins and counting cos there were people coming in all directions and i just.. just.. couldn't move la, duh.&lt;br /&gt;and this's where the funny part came in.&lt;br /&gt;kim told me, ''eh john. let me walk first.''and immediately, she 'parted the red sea' by siam-ing her way through and alas, the pack moved!&lt;br /&gt;*passes the dog-beating rod (da gou bang) to the true new leader!!*LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay, what happened was much much funnier in real life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth stupid loser ho. i where got so aunty!!! wahlau...&lt;br /&gt;is you no skill in clearing the crowd okay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's an inborn talent!!&lt;br /&gt;i should go join singapore got talent or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1125237427185121945?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1125237427185121945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1125237427185121945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1125237427185121945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1125237427185121945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-loser-hos-blog-i-vividly.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3695038846112695664</id><published>2009-10-10T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:42:08.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos from Mathew's birthday mini celebration (:</title><content type='html'>oh. this was from our mugging session last time. not mathew's birthday. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0101.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and abi at Daiso (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0114.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while me and john were on our way to dhoby to meet the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mathew's present! (:&lt;br /&gt;so cuteeeeeeeee!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo168.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo170-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo170-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo174.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the veh busy birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0295.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0294.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0291.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0290.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq can't get a worse timing to take my photo -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0289.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0288.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0287.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0286.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTTTTTTTT hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0293.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0293.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abi and RT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo0296.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really a pity that we didn't take any group photos that day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the mrt on the way back,&lt;br /&gt;a few JC kids got bored&lt;br /&gt;and decided to start camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo176.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo179.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! the 'sacred' poses hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo182.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo184.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo185.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo185.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-3695038846112695664?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-6597109419378426832</id><published>2009-10-09T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:35:59.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random complaint:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A levels is horrid T.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Ss9UogJfoXI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vmvU8CCslws/s1600-h/Photo170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390620333787029874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Ss9UogJfoXI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vmvU8CCslws/s400/Photo170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Ss9UogJfoXI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vmvU8CCslws/s72-c/Photo170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7150577659901786677</id><published>2009-10-03T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:54:23.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MATHEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7150577659901786677?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7150577659901786677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7150577659901786677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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Wheellock for sushi feast today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos coz im lazy to blog and coz i gotta go mug after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and john(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lp: eh johnia got no eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jq: kimberly look like she falling asleep!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and JQ(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;s&gt;mathew&lt;/s&gt; frog in the centre ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ with leeping's funny cap with the funny hole :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspecious looking article drinking miso soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me and john went to try dresses for the fun of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look blardy crapped up and dare not even go out.&lt;br /&gt;john looks great! ;D&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;life is unfair&lt;br /&gt;skinny people always look nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shutup if you wanna say how fat i look.&lt;br /&gt;i know it very well myself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386526643486484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SsDJcXYwZpI/AAAAAAAABTo/67eBEkdhlhg/s400/Photo165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386526652334271682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SsDJc4WO7MI/AAAAAAAABTw/aZv_b-YW30Y/s400/Photo163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/33341762-3550051791280340482?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SsDJcXYwZpI/AAAAAAAABTo/67eBEkdhlhg/s72-c/Photo165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2850247427250251425</id><published>2009-09-27T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:42:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake???</title><content type='html'>heh. my second attempt at making pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first was disasterous!!! like... all that turned out was a bunch of runny mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well initially i started out my first attempt at making pancake coz it was leeping birthday and i didnt get a cake so i wanted (or attempted) to substitute it with a pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, how difficult can making a pancake get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i made, it ended up a total messy liquid-y thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it solidified this time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made cheese pancake also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i forced down my dad's throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said that it was, ''uh, not bad la~" &lt;em&gt;=&gt; i don't care, it has to be good. i don't care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope my future husband (whoever he is) does not read or come to my blog, or i'll definitely be left on the shelf for the rest of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you imagine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"honey!!! i've made breakfast for you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh really? what did you make?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"neh! *points to a .... long... and... um.. black hydrocarbon chain*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"o.o what's that?''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''your breakfast, silly. it's pancakes!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *brings the pancake to my dad*&lt;br /&gt;me: nah daddy give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: o.o huh.... *reluctant face* &lt;em&gt;=&gt; T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh! must eat hor! i make one leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: huh really ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: *holds onto plate and stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh! i don't care hor! eh! if you eat, you have to give me $20. if you don't finish, you have to give me $40. if you don't eat, you have to give me $50 hor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: *who was openly listening to our conversation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: *smacks my father botak head* you better think carefully and make a wise choice hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: *T.T and takes the first bite, giving a doubtful face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to mum: heh! he eat liao. means either $40 or $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: eh actually &lt;em&gt;not bad&lt;/em&gt; leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: wah! means can sell liao ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: *lowers head in silence and continues eating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: CAN LAH! SO NICE LOR!! YOU SEE!! DADDY EAT FINISH LEH!!! *skips out of the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i bet my dad openly complained about how horrible the taste was after i was gone.. coz i took a bite out of one that i made that it tasted.... &lt;em&gt;chao tar and uncooked &lt;strong&gt;at the same time&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm pretty sure that you aren't interested in the details, but more of how my pancakes look like right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first try of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why look like &lt;em&gt;chao tar&lt;/em&gt; sunny side up ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look like meat patty, but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;it's pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to make BIGGER ones&lt;br /&gt;with fillings (heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah!!!&lt;br /&gt;dad: look like curry puff leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tough luck! it&lt;em&gt; IS&lt;/em&gt; my legendary &lt;strong&gt;CHEESE&lt;/strong&gt; pancake. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pancakes, anyone? ;DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2850247427250251425?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2850247427250251425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2850247427250251425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2850247427250251425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2850247427250251425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/09/heh.html' title='Pancake???'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5439462914817797560</id><published>2009-09-27T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:19:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harpers</title><content type='html'>I think my friends are madly hilarious. ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*few hours ago in the afternoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone starts ringing*&lt;br /&gt;*looks at my phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thinks to myself: funny number. don't answer!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the phone stopped ringing, i received a sms from JQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq: eh. i was the one who called your phone la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after awhile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL you never tell me who are you!!! of coz i won't pick up your call la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ: aiya actually i want to bluff you say i some credit card survey company.. few days ago got this credit card company person call den ask whether i got credit card not den when i said no, he just say byebye and put down the phone lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ: anyway, *starts asking chem qns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and then after that a few hours later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at phone: unknown number*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me: contemplates whether to answer or not, before deciding to answer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uh, hello?&lt;br /&gt;*no response*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *irritated* HELLO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay guy: hi i'm calling from &lt;a href="mailto:!#@%^#$"&gt;!#@%^#$&lt;/a&gt;@ credit card company and i called to get a survey done from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *really believed*... uh... okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay guy: hmmm yes so do you have a credit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *thinking it might be the same guy who called jq*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uh no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay guy: oh okay den bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 second later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay guy aka JQ: HAHAHA joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*few mins later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me to johnia on sms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *sth else on front* wahlau i think i damn retard leh. JQ tell me before den i still go and believe him. i think i'm damn gullible and retarded lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnia: haha ya i think you are ;D  &lt;em&gt;=&gt; T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*few mins later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks to myself: stupid johniaaa.......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks up phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnia: hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAT LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnia: *burst out laughing on the phone* HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnia: *continues to laugh* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflmao! i have retarded friends ;DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5439462914817797560?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5439462914817797560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5439462914817797560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5439462914817797560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5439462914817797560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/09/harpers.html' title='Harpers'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7021063367370851463</id><published>2009-09-26T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:21:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE</title><content type='html'>for someone who hardly passed NAPFA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7021063367370851463?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7021063367370851463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7021063367370851463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7021063367370851463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7021063367370851463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/09/jok.html' title='JOKE'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3292315182589087467</id><published>2009-09-26T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:24:41.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a few hours ago i received an sms from ms wong asking me to get the class to bring their maths paper 2 and 1 for discussion on tues and then it struck me that on tuesday, we're gonna get back most of our results actually, and i'm pretty much horrified over that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, omg. probably getting back like maths paper 1 and 2 which i kinda screwed up i think. oh well which part of my results ain't screwed up anyway? in fact, not only are we getting back maths, we're prolly gonna get back GP, bio and well, econs.. kinda something i wasn't entirely looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i would absolutely look forward to getting back my results if i know i'm gonna get like AAA/A or AAB/A or something. not when i'm pretty much sure that i'm gonna get back EUU/U or something. especially after the first GP and you feel so screwed up and felt as though you probably wouldn't score more than 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep! that was exactly how i felt after taking the GP paper. I vaguely remembered the essay topic that i did having something to do with environment, which i don't think i would be able to pass well coz.... all i did the whole time was trying to lengthen my essay so i wouldn't look like a loserish pork who only wrote like, one page or something. and so i struggled to finish at least 3 pages, even if it meant repeating my points. mehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for paper 2, i think i would throw confetti all over class if i can even get more den 10 for my content. in fact, i'll hire a &lt;em&gt;ge tai&lt;/em&gt; to come sing for one month lor! well, that is, after i graduate, which i realised, is less than a month from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a couple of days ago i was looking at this &lt;strong&gt;Count Down To GCE A Levels &lt;/strong&gt;thing that Ms Goh made for us and i was like o.o to note that our graduation day is on 23 October, which is like, 27 days from now or something. and it's like&lt;strong&gt;, HOLY CRAP&lt;/strong&gt;!!! just as i was complaining that school seems never ending, it is, for the near future, coming to an end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*shrieks and runs around the house frantically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might sound like a good thing, like you know, finally graduating and stuff. but CRAP. it just means A Levels is approaching........................ and and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap what am i still doing here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: just something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i kinda got a breakout a couple of days ago thanks to burning midnight oil (how i wished the oil i burnt was my own oil). ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this was the first time after quite sometime that i've actually gotten a breakout, and i decided to dig up my Oxy10 pimple cream that i haven't touched since xx months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to squeeze out some of the cream to be applied onto my horrible pimple.&lt;br /&gt;but i realised i couldn't squeeze it out coz the top part is kinda dried up.&lt;br /&gt;and i carefully squeezed again.&lt;br /&gt;and it refused to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got really pissed and squeezed the tube really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as expected,&lt;br /&gt;all it's contents literally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;up and &lt;em&gt;piak-ked&lt;/em&gt; onto my face and mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmanz. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-3292315182589087467?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3292315182589087467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3292315182589087467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3292315182589087467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3292315182589087467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-few-hours-ago-i-received-sms-from.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7877942410805111507</id><published>2009-09-25T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:19:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed my blogskin coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got sick of the other skin, and also coz i have kinda nothing better else to do now. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't remind me that Alevels is in 40+ days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im bloody screwed.&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to blog but i'm too lazy to do so. heh. v^.^v  =&gt; roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just gonna throw some photos and call it a day. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long due photos from teachers day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and yenshan(:  *plz dun say how fat i look/am beside her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo309.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo309.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and boonping(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo310.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo311.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and abi(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo308.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo308.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and zona:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo305.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo305.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoqianggggggzzz ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo306.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*don't comment on how retarded i look coz i just finished running 2.2km*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo304.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo304.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreeyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo307.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo307.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ!!!! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo303.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo303.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that john rt jq came over to my house to watch Final Destination.. and.. um.. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john and rt(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo286.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo298.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoqianggz(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo294.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo312.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the damn nice chocolate cake(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo313.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my aunt and cousin came to singapore to visit from UK and US respectively. and it's the first time after like, 5years (??) that i actually met my cousin (i think it was the 2nd or 3rd time i've ever met him actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bought me this printer ;D&lt;br /&gt;eh not cheap lor. bought from IT fair also $388 hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo273.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo273.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before my cousin left for San Francisco, he left me (and my other cousins) cards.&lt;br /&gt;he works in yahoo anyway so no wonder the card and envelop were Yahoo ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo299.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo301.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo301.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a couple of days ago my mum was teaching me how to make this prawn omelette thingy, and it's nicee! in my opinion la. the ratio of prawn to eggs is like, 200:1, well, mainly coz the prawns are those baby prawns la. see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo284.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo284.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo282.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo282.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooked! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo283.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo283.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a couple of days ago i just shifted bedroom.. like from one end of the house to the other end. lol! more of, i swapped room with my eldest brother, who didn't get a chance to protest or anything (teeheehee). he didn't get to keep his furniture coz i wanted them, and he didnt get to keep my furniture as well coz i wanted them too! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while he was packing his stuff from his room to my room, i suddenly got the ''chase my own brother out of his room'' kinda feeling. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old room layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo297.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo276.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo276.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new room's packing to do (which i have already packed but haven't taken a photo of the final room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo319.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo319.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i complained having too few clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo314.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo315.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo317.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo319.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo319.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo318.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo318.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo316.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when u thought things aren't as bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo321-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo321-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a random picture of a bacteriophage JQ drew last year that i found amidst my packing. lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo320.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo320.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yawn i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7877942410805111507?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7877942410805111507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7877942410805111507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7877942410805111507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7877942410805111507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/09/changed-my-blogskin-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5952851003747430916</id><published>2009-09-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:31:49.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my official favourite website for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharepoint.innovajc.moe.edu.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i misplaced my freedom T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5952851003747430916?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5952851003747430916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5952851003747430916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5952851003747430916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5952851003747430916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-official-favourite-website-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2451112136427977657</id><published>2009-09-08T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:45:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>每一个女孩的身边都有一个不是男朋友的男朋友...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，为了什么原因你们没能在一起？&lt;br /&gt;也许他为了朋友之间的义气，不能追你。&lt;br /&gt;也许为了顾及家人的意见 ，你们没有在一起。&lt;br /&gt;也许为了出国深造，他没有要你等他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你们相遇太早，&lt;br /&gt;还不懂得珍惜对方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你们相遇太晚，&lt;br /&gt;你们身边已经有了另一个人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你回头太迟，&lt;br /&gt;对方已不再等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你们彼此在捉摸对方的心，&lt;br /&gt;而迟迟无法跨出界线。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过即使你们没在一起，&lt;br /&gt;你们还是保持了朋友的关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是你们心底清楚，&lt;br /&gt;对这个人，你比朋友还多了一份关心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使不能跟他名正言顺的牵着手逛街，&lt;br /&gt;你们还是可以做无所不谈的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他有喜欢的人，你口头上会帮他追，&lt;br /&gt;心里却不是很清楚你是不是真的希望他追到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他遇到困难时，&lt;br /&gt;你会尽你所能的帮他，&lt;br /&gt;不会计较谁又欠了谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男女朋友吃醋了，&lt;br /&gt;你会安抚他们说你和他只是朋友，&lt;br /&gt;但你心中会有那么一丝的不确定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人这辈子，&lt;br /&gt;心中都有过这幺一个特别的朋友，&lt;br /&gt;很矛盾的行为。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始你不甘心只做朋友的，&lt;br /&gt;但久了，突然发现这样最好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你宁愿这样关心他，&lt;br /&gt;总好过你们在一起而有天会分手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你宁愿做他的朋友，&lt;br /&gt;彼此不会吃醋，才可以真的无所不谈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;特别是这样，&lt;br /&gt;你还是知道，&lt;br /&gt;他永远会关心你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做不成男女朋友，&lt;br /&gt;当他那个特别的朋友，&lt;br /&gt;有什么不好呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你心中的这个特别的朋友...? 是谁呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多的感情，&lt;br /&gt;都因为一厢情愿，&lt;br /&gt;最后连朋友都当不成了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常觉得惋惜，&lt;br /&gt;可惜一些本来很好的友情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后却因为对方的一句喜欢你，&lt;br /&gt;如果你没有反应，这一段友情似乎也难以维持下去，&lt;br /&gt;这也难怪有些人会因此不肯踏出这一步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为这就像是一场赌注，&lt;br /&gt;表白了之后不是成了男女朋友，&lt;br /&gt;要不就连朋友都当不成了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些事不是你能预料的，或许对方不在意，&lt;br /&gt;你们还可以是朋友，但却已经不如从前的好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望你们能珍惜身边的人，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能在这一刻你们不觉得他/她是你生命中最重要的人...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一旦他/她已离你身边而去时，才发觉...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切都太迟了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2451112136427977657?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2451112136427977657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2451112136427977657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2451112136427977657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2451112136427977657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8211787592643557772</id><published>2009-08-28T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:11:43.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another hectic week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i know i said i wasn't gonna blog till after As but the temptation was too great for me and so... yep! im here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember the stuff that happened in details so im just gonna just state them in a random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** was saying about her enbarrassing story that happened when she was in pri6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently that day was the day she was having her period, and somehow, she didn't wear a pad, and neither did her friends have any, and if she wanted to buy a pad, she would have to go to the general office to get it, which in her opinion, was embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, she decided to just use tissue paper to absorb the blood instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and coincidentally, that day happened to be the day when they had to have the pri6 injection in school. and so, *** was damn nervous and was squirming and fidgeting on the floor while waiting for her turn. and after she had her injection, she was supposed to use the cotton wool to press down the injected area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! just when she stood up, something fell onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that looked like tissue soaked in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and funny enough, *** immediately bent down and grabbed the blood-filled tissue paper and refused to let go, even when the nurses ask her why she isn't holding onto her other arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like that's not bad enough, her form teacher asked her about it. and her teacher was a male in his 20s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. okay it doesn't sound funny but it is really damn funny when you hear her dictate about it. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some old unmarried bitch (SOUB) is so bloody annoying!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to tell me how educated you are? oh please! you're not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;trying to comment about my fashion sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT YOUR FREAKING OWN YOU SOUB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loose pink baggy ugly blouse with black pants and TRACK SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow how fashionable. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't need anyone to tell me how i can't be compared to your literacy. whatever. coz you're bloody unmarried, and not even liked by anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet the number of people who dislike you can be matched up to the number of grains of rice i ate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, no. wouldn't wanna dirty myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusting bitch. go f off at some pathetic corner and DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today during GP lesson mr sim was telling us about this website that some teacher recommanded to him, and said that after reading it, he'll prolly cheer up abit. and the website went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dear friend Ruoting was so innocent. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to stand for 'f*** my life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rt said damn loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? what 'family life'? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr sim: wow rt.. you're a really nice person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jq was telling us about how drama his family is and just when he finished the drama-ness of his paternal side, he went onto talk about his maternal side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jq: you know my maternal side hor.......... *before he could finish*&lt;br /&gt;me: OH!!! i know i know i know! i know you got a weird cousin! *shift eyes to leeping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this reminds me of last time during bio lesson, we were talking about Superweeds and how they come about before the term "wild Relative" got introduced to us by mdm wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: wild relative means the weeds hor!&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: wild relative don't mean crazy cousin lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us + JQ: ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!! *shifts eyes to leeping again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to long john silver to have lunch today before mugging. and we were talking about extremely random stuff that are damn hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john: last time when you all kids that time do u all only wear panties at home?&lt;br /&gt;rt: *nods fervently* YA YA YA!! HAAHHA i thought i was the only one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and abi: *blurs* no we never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that they're the only 2. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john: u all at home got wear bra not?&lt;br /&gt;us: duh! of coz got la!&lt;br /&gt;john: even when u all sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;us: ahboh? of coz got!&lt;br /&gt;me: hanor! if not feels very empty and free leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john: huh i never wear one leh.&lt;br /&gt;me: O.O cannot see meh!!! damn obvious.&lt;br /&gt;john: no leh cannot see leh&lt;br /&gt;me: i know why coz yours too small ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna end abruptly coz i can't remember what i was about to blog about already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololololol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8211787592643557772?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8211787592643557772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8211787592643557772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8211787592643557772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8211787592643557772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-hectic-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8312361164741787060</id><published>2009-08-22T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:06:03.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really can't help not blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this would most probably be my last post until after A levels. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'll be talking about being in a JC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belief no.1: JC is your happiest days ever!&lt;br /&gt;fact: hell no!! &lt;br /&gt;although you might get wonderful friends, what can be worse than being unable to have enough sleep and even though you study, you still fail. and to your teachers, even if you do your homework but you still fail, you're deemed to have never done your homework to teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how's school till 8am to 7pm with only one hour lunch break in between? wow! &lt;br /&gt;and that's an everyday thing btw, not a once-a-week kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belief no.2: you'll keep failing in JC but alvls will still do very well&lt;br /&gt;fact: hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or more like, you'll keep failing in JC, but Alevels still don't do very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, it's a super sad thing to be in a JC. seriously lor. I hardly remember the feeling of passing already. although im really sick and tired of failing. and now that Alevels is less than 80days awayyyy.... sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belief no.3: go JC very easyy to go university one!&lt;br /&gt;fact: whoever who tell me this the next time shall get madly blasted by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?!?! EASY?! WTF?! you have to get all As and Bs to get into uni. if you never get at least one A, you are like almost deemed as useless already lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAU!!! whoever who tells me its easy should just DIEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belief no.4:JC very stress leh...&lt;br /&gt;fact: it's not VERY. it's EXTREMELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belief no.4: wah! i want go jc den can mug and lose weight! yess!!!&lt;br /&gt;fact: BULLSHIT. &lt;br /&gt;wanna know something? i ever gained a good 18kg when i entered JC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er btw i lost some of that weight already. maybe coz i'm graduating soon. &lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above only tells one thing: JC sucks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're like in sec 4 now and under the consideration of whether to go into a JC or poly, please don't ever go to a JC unless you're someone whose hobby is mugging without sleep, and that you're certain that you are damn good at studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and doing well in your olevels does not mean you can do well btw. and mugging for Olevels is nowhere near the Alevels standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact it's so scary until i don't dare to go to school whenever we have to take back test papers coz i've developed a phobia of seeing frightening results. in fact i don't even wanna go to school whenever we have tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is that scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i've officially become a boring person. instead of pigging around on weekends and weekends after school, my standard thing i do becomes............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekdays after school at 5.10pm or 6.50pm: mug in school with MSG and on rare occations, JQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er btw if you guys are wondering, MSG refers to Mignight study group, comprising of me, Johnia, Ruo Ting, Abilgail, Mathew (frog) and Wei Jie (pig).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why midnight study group, you may ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... coz before the gay timetable got released, we have a weekly study group, by which every friday, we would meet at AMK mrt station at 10.30pm, and then go to a 24hrs Macdonalds to mug till the next morning before going home to sleep till like, 11am. and then go out to meet RT to mug at sembawang MOS, which was like the best BEST place to mug at until one faithful day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS decided that people who bring frogs in to mug are disgusting. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say frogs don't really belong in fast food restaurants. ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway now on weekends, we've found a nice place to mug at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPUBLIC POLY: SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;KFC AT FUCHUN CC: SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw both are super empty. and yes, can make alot of noise without gay security guards pointing at you to shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. and... i am gna mug now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe watch Boys over flowers first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8312361164741787060?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8312361164741787060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8312361164741787060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8312361164741787060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8312361164741787060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-cant-help-not-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1623380107325536530</id><published>2009-08-15T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:55:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Kimberly is a lucky lucky girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when you thought that lucky draws are all fake and there's no such thing as a grand prize of like, for example, a Lenovo S10 white chio laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that you're awfully sick and tired of getting the same card that reads, 'Thank you for your participation!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was the exact way i felt when I saw my friend JQ open his lucky draw slip which read the above, and to me, it was a more common than common scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i totally expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i opened it, the blazing words read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Congratulations! You've won a Lenovo S10 Netbook (white) worth S$899'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU!!!! never once did i expect unlucky me to be so lucky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so elated i was tempted to call everyone in my family tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only called my mum and dad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out that i have to collect 6 of their handphone screen wiper thingy. &lt;br /&gt;which comes free with any upsize of any of their meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH people!! if you guys happen to upsize your meal, can give me that screen wiper? it's quite ugly so i dun think you guys would want it... so gimme!! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kimberly is a fickle and flowery hearted person! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i realised my taste for guys have changed tremendously since.... i ever decided that there was a gender called Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when i was younger, i used to like those stupid ahbeng looking guys. like those who would prolly bottom the class den act ahbeng but cannot make it type who are quite tall and muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the moment i stepped into JC, i realised my taste changed entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started to appreciate smart people, and smart people who crack intelligent jokes, and not those no-brainer type that would make me roll my eyes. and people who talk with at least, understandable english or chinese, and not those typical ahbeng-ish english that perfectly throws me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hardworking guys who probably knows how to cook and do housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who look abit toot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tall... with a certain coloured specs..... (*snaps into reality*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the point is, i like guys who is not necessarily good looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cannot too ugly or too fat or too short la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and must be smart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not overly smart that they have an extremely large ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being shy in a way is a good plus point (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i sound like this is part of Terms and Conditions of some match making session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i'm just saying this to contrast my old and current taste&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking for a boyfriend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i've currently developed a love for cooking, but i am not really interested in cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think this love resulted ever since RT shared her 'secret recipe' with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with regards to her cheese instant noodles. i fell in love with cooking ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always want to experiment with food and the addition of weird stuff into food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to blog more but im too tired now to be bothered&lt;br /&gt;yawnz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate the condensed timetable&lt;br /&gt;coz it's almost like an extended one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1623380107325536530?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1623380107325536530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1623380107325536530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1623380107325536530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1623380107325536530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8258596008375969267</id><published>2009-08-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:02:33.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random photo that i just came across ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with leeanne, Mr Brown and Mr miyagi at Imaginary Friends Studio in 2006. (or was it 2005??)&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;current=34454155915386l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/34454155915386l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8258596008375969267?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8258596008375969267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8258596008375969267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8258596008375969267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8258596008375969267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-photo-that-i-just-came-across-dd.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2228165678517100881</id><published>2009-08-09T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:31:21.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My virgin blood donation experience</title><content type='html'>okay for like those people who might wanna donate blood, but is afraid of doing so coz it's seemingly scary and stuff, im just gonna share my virgin experience (and you might change your mind about saving lives after reading? LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're 6 simple steps for the blood donation process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Form filling&lt;br /&gt;2. Registration&lt;br /&gt;3. Medical screening&lt;br /&gt;4. Haemoglobin check&lt;br /&gt;5. The donation&lt;br /&gt;6. Rest and refreshment (my favourite!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay apparently, i was really excited before going into HSA to donate blood. like seriously. it was my virgin experience and i had never had a jab ever since like, primary 6. and so i was a little apprehensive despite being all ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we went in, apparently we all had to take temperature before filling in the form and doing a short questionaire and declaration about our health status as well as our... sexual history (nil for me hor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i finished the questionaire and everything much earlier den weijie and boonping (mathew havent even arrived lor). and so, i got to see the doctor first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the doctor damn insensitive lor... damnnnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor: so you good health?&lt;br /&gt;me: urh ya?&lt;br /&gt;doctor: *looks through form*&lt;br /&gt;doctor: oh... you never got paid or pay anyone to have sex hor? confirm hor??&lt;br /&gt;me: uh.. ya..&lt;br /&gt;doctor: *takes blood pressure* tight not?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya very. for what ah? see whether i too fat or i have fatty arteries is it?&lt;br /&gt;doctor: *stares at the machine* uh. what's your weight?&lt;br /&gt;me: T.T  very heavy. _ _ . _kg.&lt;br /&gt;doctor: LOL!!! confirm can donate la. 450ml. &lt;br /&gt;me: T.T!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh btw on a side note, people who are of weight 45kg to 50kg can donate only 350ml of blood while... pathetically heavy and fat people like me got alot of blood to donate T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the doctor consultation, i had to go to this counter to test my blood haemoglobin level. and the nurse was extremely niceeee.... but as the chinese saying goes, xiao li cang dao, which can be literally translated as 'smile inside hide knife'. for my case it's 'smile inside hide needle' lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nurse was like friendly and stuff, and she was like, okay! give me your finger! *smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me, being the usual stupid kuku bird, bravely and happily held our my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that nurse held this papery thing near my finger and even before i could say anything, SHE PRICKED MY FINGER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlau!!! under that paper got needle one lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was like this drop of blood that surfaced from the tip of my finger which she wiped off. and just when i thought that was about it, she S.Q.U.E.E.Z.E.D my finger and blood flowed out which she collected using this capillary tube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she dripped my blood into this blue solution (looks like Cu2+ solution). and my blood totally solidified and sank to the bottom of the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out that im extremely suitable for blood donation coz... since my blood sank, it means i have enough iron in my blood. and i got directed immediately into the ward where my blood was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw at this point of time, mathew haven't arrived yet, and weijie and boonping are still not done with their doctor checkup and registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i went into the ward, there's like elavated sofas all around, and this nurse came to attend to me. and the nurse was seriously damn nice and patient with me. and i was madly freaking out although i vaguely remembered trying to act calm if not i'll get suanned for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then initially the nurse tried various methods to see the veins on my left arm. but i guess i was too fat, and she totally couldn't find my veins. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after like 10mins of strugging with my left arm, she gave up and proceeded to my right arm. and the veins surfaced after a while, and she left me there to feel freaked out, and there was this guy beside me who was about to donate blood too, and his nurse was poking in the needle for him, and i was gleefully sniggering at him coz i thought to myself how freaking chicken he is lor.poke only mah! like how scary can it get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is damn scary!!! like after awhile (when i was still waiting for the nurse to come to poke me), i started imagining the pain and stuff, and i was 70% tempted to chicken out, but was scared for being suanned by jq boonping weijie and mat for like, the rest of my life, and so, i chose face over fear, and decided to stay put. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile the very nice nurse (vnn) came and struck a convo with me to distract me while she poke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vnn: so how was your day today?&lt;br /&gt;me: *attempts to see what she was preparing* er.. okay lor. school..&lt;br /&gt;vnn: okay.. now i going to wipe your hand with the antiseptic ah.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;vnn: *wipes and look at the outcome* uh. i think i need to wipe again..&lt;br /&gt;me: my arm very dirty meh?&lt;br /&gt;vnn: abit ah. today you do sports ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: no la. nua whole day.&lt;br /&gt;vnn: oh okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet she was secretly thinking, 'wahlau! never do sports still so dirty! this girl got bathe one or not?!?!'&lt;br /&gt;eh cannot blame me for being dirty lor!!! 8pm leh!! no joke hor. more den 20hrs nv bathe confirm dirty what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vnn: okay ah. now i going to inject you with the local anaestatic ah.&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH? got apply one or not?&lt;br /&gt;vnn: dun have la. this one like those dental type one. abit like ant bite la.&lt;br /&gt;me: T.T  big ant?&lt;br /&gt;vnn: ya ya. those very very very big ant type.&lt;br /&gt;me: *smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the injection was... seriously not as pain as i expected it to be. it's abit like, kena pinched by someone. totally not like ant bite (not that i've gotten them before). if i had to rate the pain, like 1 to 10, 1 being least painful while 10 being excruciating pain, i'll probably rate it a 3? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering what's my pain tolerance level, i'll probably rate a blister at like, 5? so it's really not very pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, the injected area kinda swelled up and i was extremely scared that the anaestatic might not have taken effect, and that nurse was kinda ready to poke me with the huge needle. and i didn't dare to look (so much for sniggering at that guy beside me). i peeked at the needle and it's... HUGE. and THICK. it was so big, you can see the hole CLEARLY at the tip of the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay initially i took my handphone along with me so that i can record down the whole process, but i was so freaked out that i totally got stunned dumb and didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you guys are thinking that with the anaestatic, i wouldn't feel anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is totally not true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feel any pain. but you can totally feel the needle poking through. like duh?! the needle is like, 5mm or something in diameter leh! you think 5mm damn small is it?!?!? poke something 5mm through your skin into your veins la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the thing was inside my poor veins, and i was totally engulfed in self-pity. like seriously, coz i was having abit of problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for normal people, the nurse just need to use the tape to tape the needle to the patient and then go do their own stuff and let the patient's blood slowly flow into the packet thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, it was an entirely different thing lor!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea whether it was because i was too tensed, vnn was having quite a hard time with me coz according to her, my veins were spasming. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? veins can spasm one meh?!?! omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my veins were spasming so vigorously that the needle was freaking moving around my arm near the joint lor! wth. and vnn had to keep holding the needle in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for normal people, they would have this stressball which they have to squeeze during the blood donation process. for me, i had to squeeze upon their commands coz of how uncoorperative my vein was. idiotic veins. make me feel so troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vnn was trying to make me feel calm despite... telling me how chialat my veins were spasming.. and i was freaking out like mad despite acting cool and calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i think i would have died and foamed in my mouth there and then if it wasn't for rt who happened to be messaging me at that time and freaking out together with me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw if you're wondering how it feels, seriously, no feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my arm was very tired from keeping still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea whether it's just a psychological thing, but my arm felt weak after donating. like didn't wanna squeeze the stressball anymore. and i just totally nua there and let my blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after like 25mins or so, it was done, and the nurse took the needle out of my arm. and again, it wasn't painful, but you can feel it being pulled out of your skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw before the nurse pulled the needle out of me, JQ came in and i think he was half tempted to snigger at me when he saw my pathetic state lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ: eh. boonping and weijie done very long already you still not finished yet ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH?! SO FAST?!?!?! *shocks* &lt;br /&gt;JQ: yalor. they went in much later den you somemore leh!&lt;br /&gt;me: mathew leh? &lt;br /&gt;JQ: still donating but about to finish already.&lt;br /&gt;me: *shocks*&lt;br /&gt;VNN to JQ: your friend ah... need sayang den blood will flow one.&lt;br /&gt;me: *paisae-ness* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh btw VNN was stroking my arm the whole time coz of my stubborn spasming veins lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like o.o!! when i saw the packet of my blood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I HAVE SO MUCH BLOOD!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya lah call me ignorant or whatever. i know each person have like 5litres of blood in their body and they're only taking out 450ml.. but still!! normally you get cut den you see blood trickling and you'll already feel damn sorry for yourself. the blood that flows is like probably 5ml? or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?!?! 5ml you freak out. how about 450ml manz?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to hold onto my wound for like, 15mins or so coz i was still bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i could see boonping weijie and JQ sitting outside the ward waiting for me and boonping making stupid faces and sniggering at me whenever my ward door opened. Lol. stupid chicken. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was finally done, the nurse reminded me about the bruise that might occur (okay it did), and that i shouldn't stand too long coz i might faint coz of the blood donation and stuff. seriously that nurse was damn nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't give me the stressball )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i came out the same time as mathew despite him reaching about 30mins after me LOL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the best part!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave us free vouchers for the cafe! (even jq got although he never donate blood lor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we could order ANYTHING we wanted from the cafe without having paid a single cent (: cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went to have cold dessert at chinatown before shopping for abit around chinatown and tapau-ing food before i went back with laoqiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but HONESTLY, it wouldn't be as bad an experience if it wasn't for my spasming veins, probably caused from my anxiousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but coming to think of it, despite complaining about the process, it was seriously, to me, a worthwhile effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, it's a really nice feeling lor. like you know someone will benefit from that little effort of mine... which is a really fuzzy and nice warm feeling. it's hardly any pain, except the pricking part, and someone (or as they say, 3 person) can be saved. like really lor. it's really worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i think i would be willing to go again (:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be able to save 6 people then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me an angel ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: btw although i didn't get the stressball, mathew got it and gave it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SUBORDINATE ANG CHENG LONG ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2228165678517100881?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2228165678517100881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2228165678517100881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2228165678517100881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2228165678517100881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-virgin-blood-donation-experience.html' title='My virgin blood donation experience'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8235809852283347416</id><published>2009-08-08T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:08:29.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 august: National Day celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for national day celebration. was... quite boring in school ):&lt;br /&gt;photos coz i'm too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: rt was standing on a metal bucket btw LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuwei lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid rt only took beary and didn't wanna take me T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with yenshan and ivin lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid johnia so spoiler stick her hand in front of weijie. tsk! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah finally ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after national day celebrations, me yenshan cindy ziqin shuwei jq and ivin went to partyworld karaoke!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivinchew (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuwei and JQ(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo236.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that me and jq went to meet alvin jinxiang johnia abilgail weijie leonard somerandom12Fguy boonping at arcade before me boonping weijie jq went to go meet up with mathew at outram park to donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh. this was how bloody chicken i was.&lt;br /&gt;credits to JQ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: will talk about the blood donation process. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bandage(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8aug- today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suay-est day ever.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to collect passport at 12.30pm at ICA building at lavender.&lt;br /&gt;and at 11.45am, when i was already at amk or bishan, i realised i didn't bring my passport, and i can't collect my passport T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got scolding from my dad for that ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then took the mrt back to woodlands to meet weijie mat ruoting and abilgail to study at rp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaking left my earpiece behind&lt;br /&gt;and only realised it when i was about to reach home T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dinner with my dad at the Bennys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the portion was.. sadly little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was quite expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it had a hidden surprise inside. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the white thing oozing out?&lt;br /&gt;it's amazingly CHEESE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the photos don't really do the food justice coz it looks really nice is real life (despite its pathetically small portion and expensive prices. and the cheese was..... MAMA MIA!! ;DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8235809852283347416?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8235809852283347416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8235809852283347416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8235809852283347416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8235809852283347416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-august-national-day-celebration-went.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-9135894536783073963</id><published>2009-08-06T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:31:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am extremely happy that i finally got to blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually my initial intention of typing this post is coz i'm fking pissed with some people. all for different reasons. but it's majorally just one person. one fking retarded slutwhore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know, in singapore, or perhaps like everywhere in the world, when people see like other people blogging bad stuff about them, they get so annoyed and shit like that. especially if they're people of slightly more authority (actually i don't think so), they'll probably stir up so much shit, such that stupid students like me, will get thrown out of school and forced to make a public apology and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in order to protect that one of a kind slutwhore's name, i would just have to address her as FRS (fking retarded slutwhore). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it's not just a once-or-twice kinda situation that made me hate frs so much. honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have a hidden talent for spotting such frs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day i saw her, i disliked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it turns out that i have this hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna hire me to spot frs for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway as i was saying, the first day that i met FRS for the first time, i freaking got scolded by her already (when it's not even my fault, mind you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from then on, she was already tagged with the word 'bitch' above her head.&lt;br /&gt;very much like how you tag people's faces in facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after i tagged her with the word 'bitch', i thought it was really mean of me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i attempted to be nicer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently whilst i untag her from the word 'bitch', she tagged me with the word, 'idiot'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is what i couldn't tolerate. hello????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, now i've been tagged with another separate word, called 'rude bitch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER FRS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't fking deserve my attention&lt;br /&gt;you don't fking deserve my respect&lt;br /&gt;you don't fking deserve for me to be polite to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz you fking don't respect me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can totally tag me with 'stupid rude bitch' now&lt;br /&gt;coz you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're no more than a retarded bitch retarded slutwhore to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am extremely pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw if you think i'm just being unreasonable and shit like that, then you're wrong, coz im not the only one who hates her. so it's justifiable. &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;end of slutwhore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i wanted to blog about this bloody person (guy this time) who ignores me as though i never existed. and critisizes about girl's looks as though he's fking amazing while the true fact is, he haven't been looking into the mirror for a really long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i was so engrossed about FRS that im semi-appeased about this bloody person (TBP). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the most angry part about TBP, is that he is engrossed in ruining people's friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a life. .&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;just as i was about to say that i'm done with talking about annoying shit people, i suddenly though of another sickening person (damn it why is it always me??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this sickening person is a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and i know im prolly gonna get into trouble for writing this, but guys, you read on and see whether it's my fault okay. i freaking got critisized damn badly by this teacher as though i'm a worthless lump of lard. and the thing was, i didn't do anything wrong okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: show me your form&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? i thought next monday den give you? (he totally didn't say before that he wanted to see it that day)&lt;br /&gt;teacher: yes but i want to see it now!&lt;br /&gt;me: but it's in class leh. &lt;br /&gt;teacher: *shouts* GO TO YOUR CLASS TO GET IT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: *Sulks* okayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i was near the gym and i had to run back to P1-1 to get the form, and P1-1 is freaking far from the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *pants and perspires from the run back and forth*&lt;br /&gt;me: nah.. got the form already.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *reads the form*&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *shouts* WHY YOU HAVEN'T DONE THE CALCULATIONS!!! &lt;br /&gt;me: but i write down whatever that's needed already what.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *shouts even more* BUT I STILL WANT TO SEE THE CALCULATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *shouts* DO IT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: *sulks and realised that i have no pen coz its in classroom*&lt;br /&gt;me: er... cher, my pen in classroom. can borrow your pen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: he was holding on to a pen which he wasn't using&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *shouts again* NO!!! GO GET YOUR OWN PEN!!&lt;br /&gt;me: ... okay.. *about to walk back to class*&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *continues shouting* WHO SAY YOU CAN WALK AWAY!?&lt;br /&gt;me: *getting extremely pissed off* you say i go take my own pen one what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *shouts at me again* DO YOU KNOW HOW SLOPPY YOU LOOK HUH @#%$^#@$#!@$# !!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: *extreme pissed coz i fking didnt do anything wrong and all i did was to leave my bag in my classroom, which wasn't, in all honesty wrong. like who in the right mind carry his/her bag along the whole day!?!*&lt;br /&gt;me: fine la! i go back class take my pen la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s/s: thankfully i saw tingen at the canteen and borrowed a pen from her. thanks babe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, is this any of my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you randomly asked me for the form just coz you wanna see it even though i'm only supposed to hand it to you next week, and scolded me as though i'm a freaking spastic kid? HELLO?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and adults like to give the excuse that i should give you the understanding coz you know, you all are stressed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello?!?! like we aren't stressed?!?! and you all got problems we all don't have is it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you all not happy you all can scream and shout at us for all you like and we can't retaliate coz we're students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's this!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers got rights den student don't have is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers are humans. don't tell me students aren't humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, we pay to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they get PAID okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes them more superior to us in anyway?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who is he to comment on how i look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his definition of sloppy: wearing school uniform and sweating coz he made me run back to class to get the retarded form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna comment on the school uniform looking sloppy, by all means GO AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have honestly nothing against that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't see how different i look from others wearing the school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone looks the same in the school uniform, and just coz im perspiring doesn't mean i look any much different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who the hell is he to shout at me for no apparent reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my tone was perfectly polite okay. and i didn't even raise my voice. in fact i was almost stunned speechless when he suddenly shouted at me, and the feeling of being pissed only set in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is it my fault?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. is it my fault he was pissed that day?&lt;br /&gt;2. is it my fault that he suddenly decided to see the form without telling me?&lt;br /&gt;3. is it my fault that i perspired?&lt;br /&gt;4. is it my fault that i appeared sloppy wearing the school uniform?&lt;br /&gt;5. is it my fault that you don't want to lend me a pen that you were holding w/o using but refuse to lend me?&lt;br /&gt;6. is it my fault that you made me go back to class to take a friggin pen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?!? WHY IS IT ANY OF MY FREAKING FAULT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i didn't even talk to him before that. so it has completely nothing to do with me that he's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;2. he didn't even mention about wanting to see the form. if he did, i would have brought it along with me. completely not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;3. singapore weather so hot and he made me run back to class. my fault for perspiring? install aircon all around the school and turn it on 24hrs a day lor. i promise i won't sweat at all.&lt;br /&gt;4. i think i look as normal as any other individual. sloppy? why? coz i sweat? look at point 3.&lt;br /&gt;5. ROFLMAO. this is funny. my fault that you decided to be selfish and unreasonable? well done.&lt;br /&gt;6. refer to point 5 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convinced? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s/s/s: i think this teacher realised how unreasonable he was and attempted a meek try in being nicer to me. or maybe i just thought he was, coz he stopped shouting. whatever. it's almost like stabbing that person in his chest and then try to apply anaesthetic for him. it still cannot be undone, and even if it recovers, there would still be a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? it's really coz of THESE people, which caused me to hate school so so so so so badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE THOUGHT OF GOING TO SCHOOL TO SEE THESE PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHEN I'M BEING TREATED INFERIOR TO OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HONESTLY HONESTLY HATE HATE HATE HATE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i honestly got the best teachers in J1. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be full of praises for all my J1 teachers in front of my mum everyday when i go home from school.&lt;br /&gt;now whenever my mum ask me anything about school, the only nice things that i have to say is usually the happy times with the Harpers, funny things about jinxiang and alvin, and funny things that happen during bio (tutorials and lectures), and sometimes civics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my J1 teachers are awesome!!! i supersuper miss them!!!!!! especially Mr Lin Furong, Mr Bryan Lim and Mdm Loh (these 3 teachers are no longer teaching us, sadly to say). even mr hazrin! our pw teacher. still miss them alotalotalotalot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, we can literally treat these teachers like friends and go out with them and stuff like that. but now.... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally regret not cherishing the time with such wonderful teachers lor. not that im saying that all my current teachers are horrid, or at least, in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, Ms wong is nice too, although during maths lesson she's super.......... urm.. i have no idea what's the word to describe.. but during civics she's really very very very nice! and makes us laugh too during her actually-quite-frequent suannings with alvin and jinxiang (and ivin lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like mdm wong too! and mr azahar despite him making me copy bio so many times over (ugh). despite being suanned by mdm wong before, i mean, the way she suan isn't the type that would make you pissed and shit. i mean, isn't that the way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. as for the other new teachers that wasn't continued on from J1, well.... you guys try to think about my opinions about them lor.. i won't comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still bloody pissed about being shouted at for something i didn't do wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BLOODY PISSED. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s/s/s/s/s: i don't intend to delete this post. i didn't name names. and neither did i lie in any part of it. and i can't tolerate being shouted at for no apparent reason. TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-9135894536783073963?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/9135894536783073963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=9135894536783073963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/9135894536783073963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/9135894536783073963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-extremely-happy-that-i-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1434689626107231656</id><published>2009-08-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:41:15.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection after 2hours of lying</title><content type='html'>i think the only true part of my SGC is "kimberly was a student of innova junior college from 2008 to 2009 from the science faculty"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1434689626107231656?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1434689626107231656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1434689626107231656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1434689626107231656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1434689626107231656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflection-after-2hours-of-lying.html' title='reflection after 2hours of lying'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2405226955821635080</id><published>2009-07-31T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:25:22.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O.M.P.A.R.I.N.G</title><content type='html'>trotter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;current=trotter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/trotter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TROTTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;current=Photo170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo170.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmanz D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you can't tell the difference!!! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: eh the red swelling on ur feet look like the red stamp on pork leh&lt;br /&gt;me: T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2405226955821635080?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2405226955821635080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2405226955821635080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2405226955821635080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2405226955821635080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/07/comparing.html' title='C.O.M.P.A.R.I.N.G'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2304071842739450285</id><published>2009-07-30T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:53:13.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random events that happened....</title><content type='html'>1. I freaking got ignored 7 times by subject tutors this week okay. so bloody annoying lor. okay lah, i have to admit that for some of them, it might not be their fault coz they prolly didnt hear me, but for some, it's blatantly obvious that they heard me but they ignore me lor. madly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember that day during chem lesson, i freaking got dao by ms goh and i was still fuming and stuff when she decided to ask me to answer one question, and i was so dulan to answer her that i just read out my answer in the bu shuang manner, and i think most people know this, but i have the tendency to read extremely quickly when im not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *reads out my answer in the bu shuang manner*&lt;br /&gt;ms goh: *o.o in awe*  one... breath.&lt;br /&gt;jinxiang: wahlau she rapping leh. =&gt; wtflol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to say something, by saying that i got dao by subject teachers, i dun mean i got dao by every single of my subject teachers. i meant everyone, except mdm wong. surprisingly actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I bloody hate pe, and the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i started hating pe lessons since the day i stepped into ijc. honestly i loved pe lessons back then in phs, coz it's mostly just a ball thrown to us and we just play netball as a class (or at least 60% of the class). in ijc, the teachers are so bloody torturous and shit. and i really don't get it. like back then in phs, we still play and stuff and do well for napfa. now come jc, the only thing they want to do is to torture us. in fact, even after the napfa training, i honestly don't think the games are enjoyable in anyway. not that i often join the class for such games. well maybe it's my class, or more accurately the people who loves '3 men show', not that i really give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and teachers can't make up their minds. you gain weight they scold you for gaining weight. you maintain weight they scold you for not losing weight. you lose weight they scold you for not losing enough weight. you lose alot of weight they scold you for losing too much weight at such a span of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE UP YOUR MINDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmanz i'm bloody pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. blogger is so annoying coz while i'm trying to type this post, all html has somehow been disabled and i totally can't change the font colour the shit. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. bio test is creepy. now we're having an every-tutorial-and-lecture-and-practical-have-test system, which somehow totally clashes with my revision plans. oh man. screw Alevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i just heard on the news that there's this new H3N2 virus. realised something?&lt;br /&gt;2003 (PSLE year): SARS&lt;br /&gt;2007 (O levels year): H5N1&lt;br /&gt;2009 (A levels year): H1N1 and H3N2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ruoting said, it's almost like heaven's way of telling us we should stop mugging if not lots of people are gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: GASP!!!! H3N2 like more serious den H1N1!!!!! H1N1 is only H1 leh. H3N2 is H3!!! omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: -.-" yayayaya.... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. um, if you're not a JC2 maths student, you probably dont understand what i'm about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were having maths tutorial on hypothesis testing and there was this question that asked what we should assume for a test where n=20 (small).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being the usual kuku people, we decided to ask ms wong how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wong: *stands in front of us*&lt;br /&gt;ms wong: okay so what do you all need to assume to do a Z-test instead of a T-test?&lt;br /&gt;ms wong: you all know that n have to be large (&gt;50) to do Z test right? so how?&lt;br /&gt;rt + john: *thinks seriously*&lt;br /&gt;me: assume n is big?&lt;br /&gt;rt: *laughs at me*&lt;br /&gt;john + ms wong: *blurs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad ms wong didn't hear me. i'll get suanned for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;johnia laughed her butt off anyway.&lt;br /&gt;mehz. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. me and john went to the bookshop to photocopy some stuff and we were standing near the counter while waiting for the aunty to photocopy our stuff and there were these 2 girls standing behind us. and when the aunty finished photocopying, me and johnia walked off and the moment we walked off........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty: EH MEI NU (babe)!!!&lt;br /&gt;me + john: *turns around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that aunty wasn't even calling us, and we burst out into peals of laughter. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! wah lau john... *tsktsktsk* so buay hiao bai lor you... haiyooooooooooooo......&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I ran a temperature in school on wed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the usual morning temperature taking exercise......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thermometer: *beeeeeeeeppppsssssss*&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks at my thermometer before whacking johnia fervently on her arm*&lt;br /&gt;me: EH!!!!!! 37.6 leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;johnia: eh saobao!!! you put into the bao steamer for too long already right!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: *shows ms wong thermometer*&lt;br /&gt;ms wong: O.o!!! GO TAKE TEMPERATURE AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: T.T orh okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thermometer: *beeeeeeeeepppppppsss*&lt;br /&gt;me: eh ms wong. temperature higher leh. 37.7 leh.&lt;br /&gt;johnia: saobao =&gt; lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i had to go foyer to take temp. and initially......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temp scanner thing: 37.7&lt;br /&gt;the aunty at the counter: eh, 37.7...&lt;br /&gt;me: o.o er i think never take properly. take again can?&lt;br /&gt;me: *stands further from the scanner thing*&lt;br /&gt;temp scanner thing: 37.4&lt;br /&gt;ATATC: orh okay can already.&lt;br /&gt;me: *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um if you're thinking why i'm so diligent suddenly and trying so hard to stay in school when i can go home and sleep, that's coz i dun wanna walk one whole round outta school myself. thank god i had jq to accompany me out of school coz he postponed his napfa. ;D thx bitch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I lost my temper at JQ coz of a misunderstanding which was ridiculously stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, cutecute asked JQ about some binding thing which JQ asked me. and one fine day, JQ told me to bring the punched sheet of paper for him to see, which i forgot to bring out along with me on my way to school. and when i realised it, i rushed home to get it (coz cutecute was the one who wanted it), risking the chance of being late for school, which i wasn't. and in the end, it turned out that cutecute didn't need it, and just as i was confused as to why it's that way, JQ burst out laughing, as though it wasn't cutecute who wanted it, but he who wanted it, and i was angry coz i thought he lied to me that cutecute wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so pissed i stormed off later on and was, in all honesty, on the verge of crying coz the way jq laughed was as though he was mocking at me for totally deserving being lied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out later that it wasn't JQ's fault, but cutecute who told him last minute that he didn't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i think Jq didn't even notice i was angry with him coz he was still laughing when i told him about it. stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: i still think cutecute is cute &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s/s: cutecute is not JQ for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. beary eater caught me holding hands with a guy to school&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I fell down the stairs today out of pure stupidity, and there's this huge bruise on the side of my feet and my butt (ya lah, you fall on your butt, confirm will have bruise one wad!!! what's more, i fell a couple of steps, hitting my poor butt each time). and when i took photo of the side of my feet, the photo turned out looking as though i took a photo of a pig trotter, and the bruise + swelling looked like the big red stamp you see on pork. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid johnia, stop laughing hor!!! *shows the trademark trotter sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. According to johnia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during gp lesson, the lecturer was going through certain spelling errors, and apparently someone spelt "4 digit lottery" as "4 digit trotter", and johnia burst into peals of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: #%^$%#^$@ 4 digit trotter!!!&lt;br /&gt;weijie: NOR KIMBERLY KIMBERLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i should have been there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The best answer that we thought of to give your kids when they ask you this sacred question in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: daddy/mummy, how do babies come from?&lt;br /&gt;correct answer: fuck lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. i want to sleep now byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I finally got to talk to cutecute!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. im not gonna owe cheapskate loser small sex ho a treat for not going to school tomorrow hor! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2304071842739450285?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2304071842739450285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2304071842739450285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2304071842739450285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2304071842739450285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-events-that-happened.html' title='random events that happened....'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5100820122333747788</id><published>2009-07-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:34:18.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harpers Are Love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>tadah! did this while i was bored. but still. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: it's lightweight clay. and!!! it feels like foam. it's not breakable anyway. duh, it's foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;current=Photo202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo202.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5100820122333747788?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5100820122333747788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5100820122333747788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5100820122333747788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5100820122333747788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/07/harpers-are-love-3.html' title='Harpers Are Love &lt;3'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7986932137810317953</id><published>2009-07-17T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:01:46.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidding farewell to my life~</title><content type='html'>okay. the title sounds awfully emo, but i'm pretty much sure it's not gonna be like emo-fido. and i have so many things to blog about but i'm awfully lazy. like duh, who wouldn't be after one whole tiring week at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i should. hmmm. structure my blog in such a way that it isn't so awfully random, but being the usual dulan person, i'll just write everything everywhere and throw in tonnes of photos to convince myself that my blogpost is actually long enough and stuff, and i'll just ignore my blog for one week or so before having the strong urges to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. and i realised i've abandoned my poor blog for about 2 weeks. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay to start off my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU MATHEW!!!!! ;DDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will say why later (:&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;anyway to start off my shitass emo blog post, i'm gonna talk about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POST PRELIMS TREMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my.prelim.result.suck.balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like duh, can it get any worse??&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i seriously think my mum is the bestest mummy ever. i think she's abit different from the conventional mummy who would scold their kid for doing horribly. my mum used to be such a person. until like, sec 2 or something. and she changed coz she realised that whenever she scolds me, i'll do even worse den usual. so now situation is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh mummy i finish prelims liao.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: oh. so how ah? can pass??&lt;br /&gt;me: duh, no.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: huh!! so will fail damn badly not?!?!&lt;br /&gt;me: badly like how?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: like 10plus 20marks.&lt;br /&gt;me: no la... maybe 30...&lt;br /&gt;mummy: orh chey den not so bad wad. can la.&lt;br /&gt;me: *stunned into silence* ok lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i actually don't have the intention of writing my prelim results here, but i just went to JQ's blog, where he openly declared his results which made me really tempted to do so too, but my results are so crappy that i decided to just write whether i passed or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1 General Paper: PASSED (thank God)&lt;br /&gt;H1 Economics: haven't take back (probably fail anywayyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;H2 Chemistry: FAILED (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;H2 Biology: FAILED (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;H2 Mathematics: PASSED (paper 1 only. paper 2 haven't take back yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? shit ass lousy grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make it worse, i have a bitter feeling that teacher(s) are like discriminating against the Harpers coz we have shitass lousy grades (sometimes only okay. but i don't think our results differ from everyone by so much lor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm quite serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just call the teacher &lt;em&gt;vargerbudda&lt;/em&gt; coz i'm really damn pissed with her.&lt;br /&gt;yes it's a her, not him.&lt;br /&gt;how could it be a him? Mr sim is so nice ((:    *not in sarcasm hor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... vargerbudda is really damn discriminating against us. it's like, our class is divided into 4 islands, and apparently, she totally ignore the harpers, and like, we're stupid idiots and shouldn't be part of the class at all. ohplease. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug kimberly!!! mug!! so... i'm gonna keep my life in my bedside drawer and be a hardcore mugger (orly?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough. i dun wanna be emo-fido on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update: i blogged halfway and got rolled into a msn arguement which i'm really amused at actually*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's photos of our very fun, but last weekend. (awwwww....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majorally photos, and i'm just gonna add stupid captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to j8 with junqiang, mathew, weijie and leeping to queue for boys over flowers poster.. for 4 hours. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo091.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo092.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02450.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02451.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02453.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02453.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02454.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02454.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;and the chocolate there is prettttyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02455.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02455.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo095.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo096.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo099.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we tapau burger king and went to the rooftop to watch nice scenerrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. *please pardon my english. it's 1.28am*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo100.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo103.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo112.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo113-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo113-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo114-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo114-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo115-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo115-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo116-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo116-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo117-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo117-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo126.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo128.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo129.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo132.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02456.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02457.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02462.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went to play water and stupid games along the way and got deadly wet. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02463.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02463.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02464.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02466.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02466.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02467.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02467.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02468.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02469.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02470.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02470.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02471.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02471.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02472.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02474.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02476.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02477.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02481.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02484.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02486.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02487.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02488.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02489.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02491.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02491.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02492.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02493.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02495.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02496.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02497.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02498.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02499.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02506.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02511.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02514.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/DSC02514.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the pet place. mad adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo133.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo134.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo136.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weijie made me have a different form of respect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo139.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and camwhoring at mrt station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo143.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo141.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo144.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo145.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo145.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo146.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo159.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bored already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw i said thanks to mathew coz apparently, stupid me lost the poster i painstakingly queued up for, and mathew gave me his. so nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!! ;DD&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/33341762-7986932137810317953?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7986932137810317953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7986932137810317953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7986932137810317953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7986932137810317953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/07/bidding-farewell-to-my-life.html' title='Bidding farewell to my life~'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3091062713867325167</id><published>2009-07-10T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:58:59.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be fair to Johnia coz i put up such an ugly pic of her....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TADAH!!! mad disgusting. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5807981795104532119</id><published>2009-07-10T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:15:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POST-PRELIM POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES!!! prelims is finally overrrrrrrr!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so to start the blog post, coz i have really no idea how to start, i'm gonna be a boring shitass person and will start saying how the prelims suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Paper 1 and 2 of GP&lt;br /&gt;FAIL. confirm. paper 1 was. alright i guess. i totally didn't get what paper 2 is saying. byeee gp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Biology Paper 1 (MCQ)&lt;br /&gt;Tikam-ed 50% of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;well, as what mathew says, MCQ paper is always most difficult coz there's always 75% chance that you'll get it wrong aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Biology Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;GONE CASE. HAHAHA. worse paper everrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Biology paper 3&lt;br /&gt;it was generally quite alright actually. to the extent i think i might, possibly even pass. but you know what? im so gonna fail anyway. the number of times i've ever passed bio can totally be counted with one hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;HOPE can pass. 50% chance of passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;i hope this can save my butt from STAR programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;tikamed my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Chemistry paper 2&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL. failedddddddddddd x 6.02 x 10^23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Chemistry paper 3&lt;br /&gt;was quite alright also actually. but i think fail also coz nv studyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Econs&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;s&gt;maybe&lt;/s&gt; most proabaly fail. i got so sianned of doing the paper until i gave up LALALALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously think prelims suck. in fact, exams sucked so badly i think i'm better off contracting H1N1. at the very least, i don't think i'll die from it. and i think failing prelims is like much worse than dying. actually no. how would i know? I've never died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of dying, last time i was quite certain that i'm not afraid of dying until one day during bio lesson..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivin: wah sian tml bio test... i want to commit suicide liao.&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: you sure you want to commit suicide to escape test? how sure are you that after you die, there won't be Alevels in the afterlife? maybe when you die that time got H3 bio lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ever since then i became afraid to die. why the shit would i want to take Alevels again? damn this bloody thing. fishyou, creator of Alevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really think i have like, a lot of things planned for my after Alevels schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) COOK&lt;br /&gt;i really really wanna cook! it's like damn fun!!!! i've like this old phs cookbook which my mum sort of got forced to buy when i was still in phs, and there're these few cheesecake or cakes recipe in general that i really really wanna try!! but you know, school is taxing and blah, so i've never really gotten a chance to do that, and i really wanna try after my Alevels!!! i think it would be damn cool lah. and my &lt;strong&gt;dear&lt;/strong&gt; friends, by default, would have to be my guinea pigs. of course they must. *ahem*harpers*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) WORK&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have a long "wants" list, and i think even if i work like 24hours a day, i still wouldn't earn enough money to get what i want. i've already calculated like the amount of money i would need at the very least to get all the stuff i want and guess how much?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SGD$10,570/=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is totally not counting the random things that i may wanna buy when i go shopping anfd spot something randomly along the way that i find very nice and decide to buy it on impulse before i go home and slap myself for buying that ugly thing. so if i count all these in, i think i would need at least 11K. and although Ruoting always say that being girls, even if you're stupid, it is okay coz you probably can hook up with a rich guy, and be a taitai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, if you're a guy and you happen to be stupid, maybe you can top it up by either being handsome or rich. but that wouldn't be good. coz if you're stupid, you probably won't be able to increase your wealth and stuff. and if you're handsome but poor, then.... maybe you can hook up with your spinster female boss, get her wealth and kill her? hmmm. (i hope i'm not that spinster female boss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, if you're a guy who's stupid, don't bother to act smart. coz you're just amplifying your stupidity, just like the polymerase chain reaction: each time you act stupid, your stupidity just increase by a fold. your stupidity level would then be &lt;em&gt;2 to the power of N, where N is the number of times you try to act smart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like i'm so gonna pass bio eh? ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually, if you're purely stupid poor and ugly, it might actually be not as bad as being stupid ugly fat poor, but attempts to act otherwise. it's almost like the most recent Xiaxue episode about Acting Smart, even if you're really stupid. i bet this is something that person have researched on long ago, and definitely tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like saying some extremely chim phrase that you might not even understand, and when normal people aka me, go something like, ''simi lanjiao?!", and they just smile sagely and walk away, or attempt to solve a rubix cube in front of you to attempt to impress you further, but failing very badly. okay lah not like that person will solve a rubix cube in front of normal people like us. probably because he don't know how to do so, and not coz he don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then acting rich by refusing to borrow money from people when they have no money, and then force friends to go into atas places to eat just so that that person can use his card to pay, while the remaining of his poor friends would have a big hole burnt in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then trying to delude themselves that they're skinny by convincing themselves that they're heavy, not coz they're fat, but coz of their muscles when they're obviously just a huge barrel of lard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i'm fat, and i admit it. fat only what. not some terminal STD of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;quote: i'm not fat! i'm just muscular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worse thing is if you're mad dumb but tries to act otherwise. it's like flipping the dictionary to try to find an extremely bombastic word to replace a simple term: completely nonsensical. i mean, it's fine if you wanna write it in an essay or something of that sort. but in common day conversational use? hah. let me give you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal singaporeans use: eh later want eat what ah? damn hungry leh! don't go the damn expensive place. broke liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly more atas singaporeans use: hey guys! what do you guys wanna eat later? i think i'm pretty hungry. but let's go to some where more affordable. i've been pretty broke recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act smart singaporeans: hey my friends. May I know the location where my dear fellow peas in the same pod would like to consume their chow time? I envisage that I am significantly voracious currently. Jolly well my dear alter ego, i've been feeling impoverished recently, and thus, can we have our chow time at somewhere trumpery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: simi lan jiao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha credits to the thesaurus for the above chiminology. okay lah, that person won't speak like that coz i assume he's too shallow to do so. but something i'm sure that will happen. (in fact has already happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid guy: *blabbers something*&lt;br /&gt;normal humans: huh? *huh, does not mean don't understand. it just means we're dumbfolded by stupidity, and maybe by some lard*&lt;br /&gt;stupid guy: oh did my language confuse you? i'm sorry that you're stupid enough not to understand me. let me speak in something simpler so that stupid people like you can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck off. you're like on the other end of the spectrum of what people wants. and know what? just go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's like, if you, as a guy, is fat, ugly, poor, stupid, BUT attempt to act otherwise, just run off to one corner using your pig trotters to sob there like a bloody loser coz you know what, no one bothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. maybe someone will. someone like, my eraser. *smiles* aren't you glad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i'm such an excellent digressor. i actually digressed from prelims to this. what's my problem. hahahahaha. i'm such a bitch. but you know what? call me a bitch for all i freaking hell care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i should stop being a bitch, and talk about something happier.&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHNIA BIRTHDAY 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay apparently johnia's birthday is like, smacked right in the middle of prelims, but we still celebrated it happily anyway. like one month before her birthday, i went with JQ RT zona and LP to orchard to get her present. initially we only bought her this silver bracelet. and suddenly we walked past Cotton On, and they were having this sale on lingerie (to JQ: pronounced as laun-ger-ray. not ling-ger-rie). and we saw this whole stack of frilly panties that was on offer (those semi translucent type), and being the usual &lt;em&gt;du lan&lt;/em&gt; people, we got one for johnia!! her size somemore!!!! but the sizes available for the leopard prints and stuff like that only had large sizes. so we bought the typical traditional boxers-pattern-lookalike frilly panties for johnia. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, before johnia's birthday, weijie was saying that we should go down to johnia's house to surprise her (also to smash cake on her face). but in the end we didn't know how to carry it out or any sort like that, and so, we ended up celebrating her birthday at my house. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one day before johnia's birthday, they (RT, JQ, LP, Mathew, Johnia, Abilgail and Zona) came over, and we started off stupidly watching dvds, before we decided to play Indian Poker, and the loser would have to do a forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because we were such mentally retarded people, we couldn't think of any forfeits offhand, and thus, we decided to each write a forfeit on a piece of paper, and everyone's would be crushed, and the loser would have to pick a piece and do the forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forfeits written by each person are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnia: makeup and do the trademark MOLE. *inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;JQ: make up using Kim's makeup.&lt;br /&gt;RT: make up using baley's makeup set and then let baley post on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;(these 3 people ah. no creativity one lehhh..)&lt;br /&gt;Mathew: eat chilli padi (uhh..)&lt;br /&gt;me: wear something wayang from kim's cupboard (it was supposed to be an attack for either mathew or JQ actually)&lt;br /&gt;Abilgail: dance (the killer one despite how innocent it sounds)&lt;br /&gt;LP: sing a song like DMC (uhhhhhhhhhhhhh......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the few suay people like me, rt, jq, mathew and zona kena the more chialat ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me rt and mathew kena the makeup ones while zona and jq got abilgail's killer paisae forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised not to post too unglam pictures, so i'll just post one picture of us helping mathew to makeup. it was mad ugly. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/SDC11495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i already have makeup on then. luckily not so obvious. it was mad disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on a side note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JOHNIA (that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahha mad hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11490-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/SDC11490-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about john's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;actually i have no idea since when, Mathew and Weijie became part of us. i think it's ever since Mathew started giving johnia chocolates!! (scandal scandal). HAHAHA joking!!!! but anyway on a random sidenote, i'm gonna queue with mathew, weijie and Junqiang at junction 8 tomorrow to get the Boys over Flowers poster and Ez-link card sticker. LOL!!! mad stupid. hahaha!! or as weijie says, &lt;em&gt;e-ling card&lt;/em&gt; sticker ;DD    hahahaha mad auntish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of auntish, me JQ RT and leeping were on the mrt today and when the train stopped at like yishun or something, one disgusting aunty suddenly said damn freaking loudly, "EXCUSE ME!!!". maybe i should rephrase it by saying that she shouted rudely instead of politely asking. she wasn't shouting at us though, but i got really annoyed. like hello? where the fuckinghell did you leave your bloody manners? or even your brains? or are you just born without one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this suddenly reminded me of a stupid incident that happened when me and rt were pathetically mugging at MOS. there were this group of obviously uneducated ahbengs who looked as though they dropped out of school at the age of 1o and look like they've gone in and out of the rehab centre countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were freaking hell happily singing HOKKIEN songs mad loudly, and exclaiming how proud they are to be hokkiens in MOS while people stared on, disgusted. HOKKIEN songs. hm. and they look at most 2o years old. oh, and they're mad ugly anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly this group of IJ students (yes my school) came in and sat down at some random table, and they were happily chatting when they suddenly burst out into peals of laughter. and one of the fucking ahbengs said damn cb-ly loudly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WAHPIANG. SECONDARY SCHOOL TEACHER NEVER TEACH CANNOT LAUGH LOUDLY IN MOS LEH. WHAT THEY LEARN IN SCHOOL ONE? THEY NEVER LEARN CANNOT MAKE SO MUCH NOISE IN SECONDARY SCHOOL MEH?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was madly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, they're so stupid they didn't realise that those girls were in IJ uniform. so i presume they didn't even pass secondary school. probably dropped out of school even before PSLE. can't even recognise uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it might be their fault for "laughing loudly". so nothing is wrong with singing Hokkien songs loudly and horribly in MOS? ohmygosh. *smacks palms on forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, mad disgusting people saying that so-called "secondary" school students are uncivilised. yea right, proudly and loudly proclaiming that you're hokkien loudly in MOS with one leg up on the chair is very civilised... right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have to describe anymore? or should i say, is there any other things that can further prove to you how bloody idiotic they are? ku byes.   pot calling kettle black. especially when the pot is mad disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't know what to blog, despite having strong urges to do so.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall end of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s:   Cutecute is so cute &lt;3&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/33341762-5807981795104532119?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5807981795104532119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5807981795104532119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5807981795104532119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5807981795104532119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-prelim-post.html' title='POST-PRELIM POST'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-4921360496260287184</id><published>2009-07-05T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:55:20.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Johnia Marianne Loser Cheapskate Xiao Ji Ji Small Sex Ho ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-4921360496260287184?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4921360496260287184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=4921360496260287184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4921360496260287184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/4921360496260287184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-love.html' title='With Love,'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3414706686507267496</id><published>2009-06-27T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:30:14.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no i think there's something really wrong with me. coz prelims are like, in 2 days time, and guess what? i'm not even halfway done with my syllabus and shit, and here i am, extremely tempted to blog when i've promised myself not to blog till then. maybe i should blog about the people whom i've set as my targets to like, you know, motivate me to study and shit like that. okay okay i should, and probably after i finish blogging about this part, hopefully, be extremely motivated to study and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay these people are not ranked in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. WTF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( W.T.F is the acronym of that person's name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, you know how deluded some people can get coz they think that they're so bloody smart and that everyone else are lower beings when actually they're like those freaking harpies (oh no that's such a bad name. it's like insulting the harpers lor. what's freaking wrong with this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like when some people see other people studying, they just conclude that they're mugging coz they wanna beat him, coz he's smart and shit like that? like hello? snap out of that fantasy. look at yourself in the mirror. what do you see? oh you see a swine? yep, i'm quite sure you have good eye sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get exceptionally amused when like after tests or exams and if some people finish earlier right, they actually do things to make people notice them to managed a meek attempt to let people think they're actually like, smartasses-wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know some people (by some people i mean junqiang), say that last time during olvls and when i took my chinese paper, i always finish like, much earlier and i'll just sit there at my chair and lie back and fold my arms and give the dao face. like although this is pretty much similar to what WTF did, at least i showed results when i did that okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got A1 for my chinese Olevels okay, and i totally don't wanna know how much you got coz i can't really be bothered. and so what is the problem, you may ask. well, the difference between both of us is, i get A1 when i do that. do you? oh i'm sorry to know that you've got 3/15 for that particular test. please allow me to mock at you openly here coz you know what? you're no more than a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make things worse, you actually think that the people who beat you hands down are stupid, just because they don't show off like him. pfft. i mean, how freaking deluded can you get? if i'm stupid, i know it, and i admit it. what about you? thinking that you're very smart and wise don't get you anywhere if you behave otherwise. other than being an action-packed piece of pork, what else are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw by "action pack", i don't mean it like those action packed movies, but it's the all-talk-no-action shit. like how when someone pokes you or something, you start coming up with alot of actions as though it was really a big deal. like hello? if you wanna act, go to mediacorp or something. oh wait you shouldn't, coz i really don't think mediacorp would wanna accept someone as ridiculously stupid as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sense of accomplishment: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Difficulty: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not even worth the effort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Su Junqiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;being like, my friend for so many years, and having seen him through his fat to skinny, short to tall, eye brow-full to eye brow-less times, it's no wonder that he's one of my targets. although he's seemingly slack, but i know he's a damn smart guy. like seriously. he understands things damn quickly lor. which is something i'm kinda indignant about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i still remember like in secondary school days, my "hobby" is to do like, Amaths, and i passed with either A or B for Amaths in sec 4, while junqiang was still getting like, F9s and stuff. and suddenly like a week before Olevels, he suddenly decided to study Amaths, and it's like his one week of work surpassed my one whole year worth of work, which really really surprised me, although i was, in all honesty, happy for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and since like we're in the same class for the 4th year (and not counting coz he'll be in NS next year), naturally he's one of the targets that i would want to beat, and recently he's like really studying hard (even for GP, mind you), and that he already has some foundation available for like, chem and bio, he would probably be able to pass despite how he would say that he's gonna fail badly and shit like that, while pathetic people like me has already placed our tissue papers on the star programme tables, and just waiting to get our membership there. ohgosh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sense of accomplishment: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;difficult, but always worth the challenge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Jo Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes i know i'm being very bad coz i'm like openly writing names and stuff, but seriously lor. rarrrr!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahem yes anyway. joanna. hmm... 2 prelim papers a week. homework done in advance. answers questions during tutorials which sometimes dumbfolds me. tuiton for subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anymore reasons needed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sense of accomplishment: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Difficulty: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiny and dangerous with a tinge of intelligence: something i'm still trying to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you know what, actually i really want to blog more. like seriously, i've got alot of things to blog about, but sadly to say, i have the sudden rush of guilt coz i'm here blogging instead of like, doing something more productive like mugging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ohno Kimberly what the hell are you doing on blogger?!?! o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-3414706686507267496?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3414706686507267496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3414706686507267496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3414706686507267496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3414706686507267496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-no-i-think-theres-something-really.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5182279536643712178</id><published>2009-06-25T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:03:06.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promise i won't blog anymore, at least till after prelims (10july).&lt;br /&gt;am exceptionally scared and worried today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: thanks JQ. appeciated your story and your effort to "trigger my laughing nerve" although i totally didn't get it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5182279536643712178?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5182279536643712178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5182279536643712178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5182279536643712178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5182279536643712178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-promise-i-wont-blog-anymore-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT 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T.T and yet i'm still here. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been going out like almost everyday with the harpers to mug (either at like sembawang mos burger or rp library). which reminds me of something very stupid that happened between me and my mum a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASSSSSSHBACCCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was studying at sembawang mos burger with ruoting and my mum suddenly called me to ask me where i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: eh girl where are you?&lt;br /&gt;me: sembawang mos.&lt;br /&gt;mum: *shocks* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUH?!?!?!?! can meh!??!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *blurs* huh why cannot?&lt;br /&gt;mum: but i thought non-muslim cannot go there?&lt;br /&gt;me: since when mos burger only for muslim one...?? *blurs x2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after 2mins or so*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but i don't think mos burger halal what. even if it is, why non-halal people cannot go there?&lt;br /&gt;mum: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEY&lt;/span&gt;. I thought you meant Mosque instead of Mos.&lt;br /&gt;me: ....... -_-" ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generation gap. tsktsktsk. and when i told johnia about it, johnia said that maybe my pronounciation very bad. like eh!!!! "&lt;em&gt;Mosque&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;Mos&lt;/em&gt;" got difference meh? still sounds like "&lt;em&gt;moss&lt;/em&gt;" what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway speaking of pronounciations, today me, johnia, pamela, jq and lp were walking out of school when suddenly pamela shrieked and said, ''OMG!!!!!!! *points to a bird standing blur blur in the middle of the road* THAT BIRD JUST GOT RAN OVER BY A MOTOR BIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we stunned there for like, 10seconds, and before we knew it, the bird got ran over by a car and lay semi flattened on the road while other cars cruelly ran over it to make it even flatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were damn shocked and we were lost for words for the next 30seconds and we just stood there staring at each other and the flattened bird as more cars crushed it as they drove past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jq decided to break the awkward silence by saying something damn spastic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq: EH!!! quick!!! call 999!!!!&lt;br /&gt;jq: *imitates to be on the phone* eh!!! got somebody got knocked down by a car!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me + johnia + pamela: *bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;jq: *blurs*&lt;br /&gt;jq: why you all laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*approximately 1oseconds later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq: LOL!!! I KNOW ALREADY!!! HAHAHAHAHA *laughing fits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys got it already? if not, try pronoucing, ''got somebody got knocked down by a car".&lt;br /&gt;still don't get it? man. you guys are slower than Jq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got somebody got knocked down by a car = got some-birdy got knocked down by a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingenious aint we? we actually thought of something so stupid simultaneously ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway today during gp, mr sim suddenly apologised to joanna saying something like during pre-u sem, apparently joanna misinterpreted mr sim's instructions and said something wrongly, resulting in mr sim being very pissed coz mr sim said the first day was pretty crapped up and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when mr sim was explaining the situation to joanna in class, suddenly jinxiang spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinxiang: eh cher actually all the SLOs know already lor.&lt;br /&gt;mr sim: HUH?!!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;joanna: *keeps quiet*&lt;br /&gt;mr sim: sorrysorrysorrysorry joanna *actually i don't think he apologised so many times*&lt;br /&gt;joanna: it's okay i understand&lt;br /&gt;mr sim: aiyoh then you still complain!! *a nicer way of saying: wahlau den u still bitch about me!?*&lt;br /&gt;alvin: it's not complain. it's inform.&lt;br /&gt;jx: ya lor!! all the SLOs all know lor!&lt;br /&gt;alvin: ya. i tell you what she said. joanna said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"MR SIM IS SUCH A BASKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ball player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=&gt; LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh just to clarify: Mr Sim is a nice teacher who bought Macs for the whole class today ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway during gp lesson, mr sim started talking about internet and how people get spotted on the internet and blogs and get overnight fame or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr sim: look at xiaxue. i think she's just being like bitchy just so that she can get attention and people will continue to read her blog. even the vulgarities that she use in her blog lor.&lt;br /&gt;johnia + junqiang + joanna + few others: *turn over and stared at me with the orr-horrr-you-vulgar-pig face*&lt;br /&gt;me: *neon lights flashing above my head reading the word "&lt;em&gt;guilty&lt;/em&gt;" *&lt;br /&gt;mr sim: eh why kimberly like that? you write alot of vulgarities in your blog ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: (innocently) no lah~&lt;br /&gt;johnia + junqiang + joanna + few others: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UMMMMMMMMMMMMM~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and also there was this point of time where mr sim was talking about those extreme vegetarians (not exactly vegans i think), feel that you can only eat something that has already fallen off the tree and not pluck coz when it falls off from the tree, it's okay to eat it coz it has "willingly" gave up it's life for humans to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was commenting to johnia that whatever mr sim just said was very weird coz... can you imagine watermelon growing on trees? lol! and do they eat veggies? can you imagine &lt;em&gt;xiao bai cai&lt;/em&gt; growing on trees? lol. then what about potatoes? cannot eat. coz it's already underground. so can't possible drop onto the ground. orrr horrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway me johnia lp jq went to eat at long john silvers after school. (and i kept saying "&lt;em&gt;Long John Little&lt;/em&gt;" instead of "&lt;em&gt;Long John Silver&lt;/em&gt;"). and jq was commenting that he didn't like his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jq: i don't like my name Junqiang lor.&lt;br /&gt;Jq: like can you imagine next time got like teacher ask my child what is his father's name den if my child say "junqiang", sounds like his friend more than his father lor&lt;br /&gt;Jq: *gives the sulky face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after he said that, i was thinking to myself that it actually makes sense leh. like seriously i was considering my future child's name already, if i happen to have any. like, cannot pick those nice nice names coz he won't sound like a future father. imagine if i name my kid like, ''hock chew boo". so horrible and i think when my kid finds out about his name, he'll just faint there and start foaming in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw that wasn't a random name. it was this name that this woman who called the wrong number insisted that i was, and i thought the name was very nanting. lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to all the Hock Chew Boos out there, but i can't help it if you have such a horrible name. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i realised "chew boo" sounds like "chio bu". imagine next time peope dunno how to pronouce it den call your son "chio bu"? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: mathew says i look like a goldfish. dabian lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mathew &lt;s&gt;Ang Cheng Long&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LEE HSIEN LOONG ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i think mathew looks like lee hsien loong, but shuwei thinks otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuwei: wahlau don't insult my ancestor surname leh. (lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have to say something!!! i seriously seriously think that junqiang and weijie look somewhat similar at some angles lor!! that time when the Harpers plus weijie and mathew went to rp library to mug, i mistook weijie for junqiang for almost 4 times!!! monday when we were mugging in school, i mistook weijie for junqiang again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that we were saying that if you say that a good looking guy looks like a not-as-good looking guy, you're insulting the good looking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh wahlau rt. i mistook weijie for junqiang again.&lt;br /&gt;rt: look alike meh!?&lt;br /&gt;me: abit leh!!! you see you see you see!!! like that considered insulting junqiang not?&lt;br /&gt;rt: errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......... laoqiang very good looking meh?????????&lt;br /&gt;me: comparatively mah...&lt;br /&gt;rt: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU SAY WEIJIE UGLYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *shocks shocks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah weijie. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah im bored. later den i blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i think junqiang has great affinity with &lt;s&gt;Sally Tan&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MRS SALLY SU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATES: ruoting said the driver who ran over the car might possibly be  alvin practicing his driving skills on the bird so that the chances os him succeeding in banging Mdm Wong will be higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-6051636099948281893?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6051636099948281893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=6051636099948281893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6051636099948281893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6051636099948281893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/06/pre-prelims-madness.html' title='Pre-Prelims Madness'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5302173095405620030</id><published>2009-06-20T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:49:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had secondary school friends outing with jq leeanne zq samuel (:  &lt;br /&gt;went to hongkong cafe to eat before going to sam's house to watch stupid vids and slack&lt;br /&gt;and do spastic facebook quizzes&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;siam&lt;/em&gt; samuel's brother's underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently samuel's brother left his underwear on his bed. and jq and leeanne kept throwing sam's bro underwear at my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and us spastically jumping on the suspension bridge ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant rmb anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos another day coz im too sian alrdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug for prelims T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5302173095405620030?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5302173095405620030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5302173095405620030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5302173095405620030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5302173095405620030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-secondary-school-friends-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-3784374935728673713</id><published>2009-06-13T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:23:08.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmanz i really don't know how to explain how bloody pissed i am with someone who talks without checking out herself. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!! shit you bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's perfectly fine to call a stupid person stupid&lt;br /&gt;but it's &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; fine for a stupid person to scold another person stupid, especially when the name-caller is one big fat stupid ugly bitch who is stupider than the one who got called stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNDERSTAND STUPID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-3784374935728673713?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3784374935728673713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=3784374935728673713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3784374935728673713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/3784374935728673713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmanz-i-really-dont-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2148487554661395787</id><published>2009-06-10T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:53:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when i thought that i've actually neglected my blog for a long long long time, i just realised that the ''long time'' was actually just a mere 5 days. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what made me feel like blogging today? well... i was reading johnia's recent blog entry about having &lt;s&gt;kids&lt;/s&gt; children ;D and i got a sudden urge to scream out loud that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dislike, loathe, abhore and hate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coz they're so bloody annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't get why some people love kids so much. they're like little pests from outer space that came to invade earth, and what do they do in earth? Whine. yes. nothing more than whinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can totally imagine what would happen to my kids, if i ever decide to have any.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: *starry eyes* mummmmyyyyyyyyy~ i wantttt sweeeeeeettt~~~&lt;br /&gt;me: *dagger eyes* no!&lt;br /&gt;kid: *starry + teary eyes* pleasssssse??? i want i want i want!!!&lt;br /&gt;kid: *squats on the floor in the middle of the shopping centre crying*&lt;br /&gt;me: *grabs the kid by the ankle and smashed that bugger against the nearest lift door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i won't do that. who knows whether i would somehow become a damn loving mother when i finally decide to have kids? hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh just to digress for awhile, today i was talking to Junqiang and Rt when JQ asked who would most probably be the first to get married in our clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by our clique, i mean me, ruoting, johnia, leeping, abilgail and JQ ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq: eh who you all think will get married first ah?&lt;br /&gt;me and rt: JOHNIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;rt: and *** will be the first one to get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;me + JQ: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;jq: then who you think will be the last one to get married?&lt;br /&gt;me: duh of course me lah!! i'll only be getting married at age 55 leh!! (according to the facebook quiz)&lt;br /&gt;jq: that's coz we havent taken the quiz. skully we all damn old den get married leh?&lt;br /&gt;me: hor!! den u better be careful. skully you take the quiz then they say you 62 yrs old den get married.&lt;br /&gt;jq: T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway don't worry guys, when i get married at age 55, i will definitely invite you, your kids, and your grandkids along. but must bigbig angpow. don't be like johnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnia: i going to bring 3 generations of people along with me to your wedding and i'll give you a small small angpow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder she's Johnia marianne loser &lt;em&gt;cheapskate&lt;/em&gt; xiao ji ji small sex ho ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of johnia's name, me and rt decided that johnia doesn't look like a&lt;em&gt; johnia&lt;/em&gt;, but she looks more like a &lt;em&gt;marianne&lt;/em&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a random note, i really think Mathew looks awkwardly like Lee Hsien Loong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: better don't insult him. skully your singtel bills mysteriously increase by 10 folds lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i'm such a good digressor. i was just talking about kids. yes. kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't get those harpy teenagers who go googoogaga when they see little kids. i mean, there's really nothing wrong with liking little kids, but not to THAT extent right? like start squealing and shit like that. and i'm extremely disgusted at some people who happens to be 18years old just like me, and their motherly instincts and womb is already calling out to them. i find it extremely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello? 18 years old? siao boh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i will decide to change when i grow older? and become those harpy adults who thinks that all babies are cute (right now i think they all look like monkeys actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of animals, i suddenly recalled that day during maths lecture and someone was eating in lecture and the damn xiong lecturer was like scolding everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: why do you guys have to eat in lecture? HUH?! you all think you all what?! hamsters ah!? need to bite all the time?!?! you all really want to be hamsters is it?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;me: ..... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cute mah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i suck. i keep digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. anyways, i really hate kids. i hate them so much that whenever i see kids in like, shopping centres tugging onto their mum to buy like sweets for them or something like that and they just squat there and refuse to walk and start wailing and shit like that. i seriously feel like knocking them hard on their head, and their genuine cries makes me have a sick sense of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i sound like some bian tai shit lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. maybe when i grow up and have like kids on my own, i may think all these are worth it coz.... no matter what, they're my flesh and blood, plus they are probably the only ones who will call me mummy in this world... but for now, HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i was quite a monster kid when i was young too. i was gossiping with my mum yesterday and she really got me thinking back about my past. apparently, i think i matured a tad too quickly, and i didn't watch cartoons since young, and the only cartoon that i watched was like, powerpuff girls, and my interest for powerpuff girls didn't last for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite toys (other than my beloved pig who is still my favourite now coz i havent gotten sick of it even after 18yrs of being with it) last time were barbie dolls. seriously everytime i went out with my mum, i would get my mum to buy barbie dolls for me, and guess what i do with them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WARNING: if you think you might possibly be my future husband, please just ignore the next paragraph. if you think you are possibly my future husband, but you're just a poor and stupid idiotic piece of shit, you can just read on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i would just play my barbie doll normally for the first 2 days, before deciding that the barbie doll clothes are very annoying, and i'll strip the barbie doll and cut off their hair and throw them under my mum's bed, where she'll notice the dust-filled barbie doll a few days later and throw the left-alone barbie doll away, before i'll bug her to get another barbie doll for me a few days later, and the cycle repeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ahem ahem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyway i'm sian to blog already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but before i end, just to motivate myself to save money to refurnish my room and design the way i want it, coz i looks pretty shitty now. like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. kimberly must save money to have a chio room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw on a random note, i kinda like this photo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/Photo047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a random video&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish songs just sang what was happening in the music video? Well now they do! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2148487554661395787?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2148487554661395787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1707268872079303089</id><published>2009-06-05T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:50:38.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am having mixed feelings. shut up and go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes you just need to learn when to shut up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;也许是我单方面把你当成朋友，但是看来，是我错了。也许，我们从来不是朋友，而单单是两个知道彼此姓名的陌生人。到头来，我对你来说只不过是免利息的大耳窿，或更正确地说，我只不过是你的提款机：你只看过人从提款机拿钱出来，但有看过有人把钱塞回提款机里吗？当一个人需要钱的时候才会去找提款机。这就是我和你之间的关系。 你从来没有在不需要钱的时候去提款机，甚至忘记世界上竟然有提款机的存在。&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1707268872079303089?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-746044375114308526</id><published>2009-05-31T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:54:41.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiJTzymqU5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/5K32EvpLw5c/s1600-h/I_agree_lehs,_lol.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341924257237193618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiJTzymqU5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/5K32EvpLw5c/s400/I_agree_lehs,_lol.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-746044375114308526?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiJTzymqU5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/5K32EvpLw5c/s72-c/I_agree_lehs,_lol.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-7814563491816373413</id><published>2009-05-31T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:57:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't help but post this video here. i've watched it many times, and im still not sian of it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn funnnnnyyyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wk6OxVD54MA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wk6OxVD54MA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-7814563491816373413?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7814563491816373413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=7814563491816373413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7814563491816373413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/7814563491816373413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-help-but-post-this-video-here.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-788013857879125891</id><published>2009-05-31T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:20:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to those interested in plastic surgery and FIR (i know no link). you'll know the link after this video!!! it's the qian nian zhi lian song btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtpB-Ei0nzk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtpB-Ei0nzk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-788013857879125891?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/788013857879125891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=788013857879125891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/788013857879125891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/788013857879125891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-those-interested-in-plastic-surgery.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8299840734829351141</id><published>2009-05-30T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:15:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i havent blogged proper since like, i dunno how long ago. and it's like, my blog is getting boring, and no one bothers to come and read it (not that alot of people come and read it in the first place. prolly people like my girlfriends or my enemies come to visit, idk), and sometimes it gets so boring that i myself don't even wanna read it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, i got so bored that i read through all my 2008 to 2009 posts, and i really wanted to slap myself tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sounded so freaking childish (and then i was thinking that i was being much more matured that i was a couple of years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since, you know, i'm a boring person and i dunno what the hell to say and... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i disgressed off to find a video on youtube so that i'll have a song to listen to, but i ended off watching some other videos and then i forgot what i was just about to blog about. hee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw if you're wondering what video i was finding, in case you're thinking that i'm finding any "naughty" videos, you know if you sign into youtube, you'll have this list of recommended videos for you sections right? for mine, i spotted this video about this co-joined twins in their 30s, and they're joined from their skulls and stuff, and i digressed onto watching that, and then i went on to watch another video of this indonesian man, also known as the tree man, who happened to have a cut on his knee when he was a teenager, and all the while, he felt that his cut was rather itchy and soon after, warts started growing all over his body, and now he looks like he's covered with tree barks and his feet look like twigs and everything. to sound abit meaner, he looks like those typical anime demon where the demon shoots like, poisonous tree branches at the others to make them die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. something like that. i think you guys should go watch it. i think you guys should be able to find that video when you type like, "tree man" at youtube or something. it's really damn sad lah. to have warts growing all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of warts. i once had one wart on like, the sole of my right foot. it was damn awful. like seriously. it didnt have any smell or anything. it looks kind of like... hmmm... a scab that kind of covers your wound, except that i didn't have any wound, and it's not something that can be peeled out. seriously. the scab looks abit in-grown, and it's like, a velvety feel to it. and it's freaking pain around it lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was during sec 2 that i got it. and my dad insisted that it was a corn last time instead of a wart, and we tried all sorts of methods to cure it, and it didn't work (in fact it became worse). so i suffered on with the wart for about like, 2months before my mum decided to bring me to the doctor and realised that it was a wart. and that doctor gave me like this gel thingy to apply onto my wart, and guess how long it took for the wart to recover??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days.&lt;br /&gt;kanasai. make ben xiao jie suffer so long when it can be cured in 3 days. the wart totally fell off and stuff. and apparently the doctor told my mum that it could be because at like the swimming pool or something, and i must have stepped on some retarded lower being that caused me to have a wart on my foot. damn ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. that means i got it in sec 1, coz apparently in sec 1, we have this swimming course thingy for our pe (yes our pe was running a few rounds around the tracks before going for swimming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt damn loserish coz i was in the beginner class whereas the others were like either in intermediate or advanced classes. and i was semi retarded coz i dunno how to swim even though i've already been to swimming classes since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm an extremely superficial person. i like swimming instructors who are good looking, and I really didn't like those fat fat ugly ugly instructors who got half of their swimming costume (do i call the diver's suit swimming costume also??) down. hmm. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. i can't say that people are fat, coz i'm fat fat fat too!!! ahhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered a few days ago, rt told me that jq looks like a Char shao su. and so, i sms-ed jq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey laoqiang!!! you look like a char shao su!!&lt;br /&gt;jq: ya and you look at kou rou bao. you are san ceng rou. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;me: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backfired. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way if you do not know what kou rou bao is, or what san ceng rou is, don't bother knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being fat is not good lor!!! personal experience okay! coz it's like everytime before i like go out with my friends, i would like, start to picture what to wear and stuff, and then on that day, i will like, pick out the clothes i want to wear, and then wear it, before deciding that i look fat in it, and then i'll just anyhow pick some run off the mill lookalike clothes which totally dont match, and i'll just look like a retard going out. see??!?! and don't think you need to have nice figure to wear those damn chio clothes. even ugly clothes also need figure one lor!!! if not you'll just look like some aunty with a weird body shape coz they've like given birth to like, almost 20 kids while you're like a 18 year old who have a long future ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're thinking like, wth, how can someone give birth to 20 kids. let me tell you it's true lor!!! i do know of someone who has given birth that number of times before and it's damn weird. in fact it's not like someone distant from me. it's one of my relative on my paternal side. won't you find it weird? but given that people of the past totally don't have any planning of any sort..... hmm.. i think i'll just explode and die if i have to give birth to so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact i think like after one time, i probably won't have like a second one or something like that coz i'll be like, damn freaked out by then, and my husband (if i'm going to have one), will probably be too shocked by my reactions to, you know, want to have kids with me again. aiyah it's damn sad lah i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and previously when i told my friends this, they told me not to worry. initially i thought they were being nice and telling me that my husband would love me no matter how unglam i look and stuff like that. and guess what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you won't be able to have kids if you get married at 55 years old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAU!!! thanks ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aiyah. ltr den i blog. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8299840734829351141?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8299840734829351141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8299840734829351141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8299840734829351141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8299840734829351141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8028873463155022631</id><published>2009-05-30T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:42:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what. i just realised something. this is the only full HP photo we have leh.&lt;br /&gt;JOHNIA!!! RUOTING!!! LEEPING!!! ZONA!!! JUNQIANG!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiEbZh2D0zI/AAAAAAAABTI/vaeETPAvfZg/s1600-h/n572476609_1681352_6459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341580758433911602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiEbZh2D0zI/AAAAAAAABTI/vaeETPAvfZg/s400/n572476609_1681352_6459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8028873463155022631?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8028873463155022631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8028873463155022631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8028873463155022631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8028873463155022631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiEbZh2D0zI/AAAAAAAABTI/vaeETPAvfZg/s72-c/n572476609_1681352_6459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-1812916492212442860</id><published>2009-05-30T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:23:54.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i've gotten a new phone. today.&lt;br /&gt;totally wasn't what i wanted...&lt;br /&gt;but... oh well. i've got to make do with it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiEXFG4EWsI/AAAAAAAABTA/tF1h2BVuC2A/s1600-h/3265857559_0221f16f5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341576009550682818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiEXFG4EWsI/AAAAAAAABTA/tF1h2BVuC2A/s400/3265857559_0221f16f5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-1812916492212442860?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1812916492212442860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=1812916492212442860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1812916492212442860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/1812916492212442860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-ive-gotten-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/SiEXFG4EWsI/AAAAAAAABTA/tF1h2BVuC2A/s72-c/3265857559_0221f16f5b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-2664215878152887900</id><published>2009-05-29T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:32:45.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I8CvKKKI/AAAAAAAABS4/CeaSx_LmRYQ/s1600-h/n740177946_1685915_7220963.jpg"&gt;im shocked when i turned on my computer and realised benjamin tagged me in a couple of photos from like, last year orientation. and the thing i have to say is... i definitely gained alot of weight. T.T&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341067879448717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I8CvKKKI/AAAAAAAABS4/CeaSx_LmRYQ/s400/n740177946_1685915_7220963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7wNDRiI/AAAAAAAABSw/ns94lW_hUc4/s1600-h/n740177946_1685913_2317789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341067874473821730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7wNDRiI/AAAAAAAABSw/ns94lW_hUc4/s400/n740177946_1685913_2317789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7txdsiI/AAAAAAAABSo/0eAx9mAaFe8/s1600-h/n740177946_1685912_8085252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341067873821241890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7txdsiI/AAAAAAAABSo/0eAx9mAaFe8/s400/n740177946_1685912_8085252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7hc_NAI/AAAAAAAABSg/eJoCYuDtOyg/s1600-h/n740177946_1685911_5536367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341067870514131970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7hc_NAI/AAAAAAAABSg/eJoCYuDtOyg/s400/n740177946_1685911_5536367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7bQJRWI/AAAAAAAABSY/r5KyFa7SUfQ/s1600-h/n740177946_1685910_176734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341067868849653090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I7bQJRWI/AAAAAAAABSY/r5KyFa7SUfQ/s400/n740177946_1685910_176734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-2664215878152887900?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2664215878152887900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=2664215878152887900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2664215878152887900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/2664215878152887900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-shocked-when-i-turned-on-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DyynMWBZHU/Sh9I8CvKKKI/AAAAAAAABS4/CeaSx_LmRYQ/s72-c/n740177946_1685915_7220963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8682500352234955507</id><published>2009-05-16T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:55:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i feel bloody guilty for what i wrote in the previous post with regards to Junqiang.&lt;br /&gt;apparently he was in a bad mood coz he smsed everyone to give him class fund today, and only a few of us gave him today. yea. plus he was very stressed in school today due to the enormous amount of work that needs to be done for him coz he didn't do his bio stuff which was practically impossible for one person to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to clarify something, which is that i helped Junqiang out of my one piece of good heart, and not that he forced me or anything. and neither did he know i hurt/over strained my fingers while copying for him coz i didn't tell him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote from JQ's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all who helped me today: Kimberly, Ruoting, Johnia, Joanna, Audrey, Leonard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really want to thank you all for helping me to copy the block test papers. But...if not for kimberly, i'll never know this...please don't kill her for telling me that. I think there is some serious misunderstanding today. I was feeling quite stress today...had so many things to do. Everything to me is like in a total mess, and you all should know that im a jerkish perfectionist-wannabe, so i really could not stand this mess. And i was in a bad bad mood today. Really... I really want to thank you all...but i dun get it why u all say i give you all attitude? I didnt... I did say "thank you" when you all passed me the papers. I think i was too soft and u all didnt hear. Aiya...im seriously not good with english and i don't wish to explain anymore in case i twist the meaning of the things that i wanted to say. But i really never show you all attitude and really very much want to thank every single one of you. Seriously... I can tell you that i really can't stand the stress and almost cried during chem tutorial. I really hope you all can understand me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i can't regurgitate how guilty i am after reading this lah.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway this is to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lao qiang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we've been friends for such a long time already, needless to say that among these 4 years of knowing each other, we've been close friends for at least 3 years. i mean, i know you said that if we don't want / am too tired to copy for you anymore, we could stop. but how can we possibly see you get into trouble and do nothing about it? worse still, is to know that we could do something to help, but we didn't. and don't forget, we'll always be your faithful audience and will always listen to anything you have to say, don't ever ever keep your emotions to yourself anymore. Remember, no matter how angry i am with you or anything, you're still my good friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and even though we're of different island (mine is harper's island, if you get what i mean), you can always swim over to borrowing a listening ear. we have 10 for loans!! no rental charge! (damn it, it's supposed to be emo post). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;either way, always remember we'll be here for you okay! Don't forget what i told you just now: what are friends for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8682500352234955507?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8682500352234955507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8682500352234955507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8682500352234955507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8682500352234955507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-feel-bloody-guilty-for-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-8980808127277238891</id><published>2009-05-15T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:40:51.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally another weekend.</title><content type='html'>yep, as the title states, it has been a long time since i was able to like blog properly on a table, coz as u have seen in the previous posts, i've either been mugging (eh i got mug one hor!) or my table is just too messy for me to do anything on. and now that i've got a computer table in addition to my study desk... ^^ i ran out of stuff to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, random highlights of the week before i shall talk about my major topic: about my 终生大事. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- today was a damn bio xiong day. if you're wondering why, it's coz we had bio spa skill A earlier this morning, and then bio test (which we only knew of yesterday), and in addition, we had to hand in our gene therapy mindmap plus 3 copies of the block test paper (and that also means we have to handcopy the questions, diagrams and answers. it was horrible.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only managed to copy 2 copies from 2 nights ago, and mdm wong insisted that we had to hand in our copies by 3.30pm today, if not we no need to join the class for the rest of the tutorials liao. and naturally, everyone quickly attempted to chiong finish immediately after chem lesson ended at like, 1pm. but ms goh was being damn kind to us today, knowing we had a damn bad day at school. thank you ms goh!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must thank my harper's island lor!! like seriously! if it wasn't for them, i wouldn't have been able to do my last copy of my answers so quickly lah!!! LOVE YOU ALL. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that nabeh junqiang. i dun say i not angry. now i say i damn pissed lor!! and it's not just me who think so okay! apparently right, jq hasn't even finished copying one copy, and we, being nice samaritans, decided to help junqiang copy (i think i help jq copy the most one lor!! nb.), and i copied for him until my fingers turned cold and grey (literally turned grey), and i broke my mechanical pencil during the process of helping him to copy. and he still got the stuck-up face like we all owe him like that. plz lor! nnp boy. ungrateful bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but jinxiang was damn funny. coz johnia and rt helped him copy some bio stuff as well, coz it was reaching the deadline already. and after johnia and rt helped him copy, he was like, damn funny. he gave the T_T i'm-so-touched-face and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;你们对我真好。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost laughed my head off i tell you!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was damn spastic! i think the only thing lacking was him tearing and kneeling down in front of rt and johnia and holding their hands in the damn touched manner while rt and johnia stroke his a-little-bit-of-hair head in sympathy. it was damn spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jinxiang said that in gratitute, he wanted to treat them drinks, and took 2bucks out of his wallet and gave them to go settle their own drinks. and rt and johnia refused it kindly since it's a gesture out of their ''one piece of good heart''.&lt;br /&gt;and i totally imagined johnia turning around and giving the Y_Y face when jinxiang took back his 2bucks. HAHAHAHA loser johnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went to macs with lp john and rt after school to eat coz it was raining and we were lazy to open unbrellas (coz i dun have one) to go to cwp to eat. and johnia and rt were !!! coz they didn't upsize their meals and me and lp did, so the both of them didn't get the free coke glass while we got. (oh btw i've confirmed that it's glass. some stupid boy walking in front of me near my house the playground there dropped his and it broke. lol.). before that we didnt know whether it was glass or plastic coz it looks and feels dubious. and that stupid retarded girl leeping asked me to hit it against the legs of the table, since it's metal, and it would make some &lt;em&gt;cling clang&lt;/em&gt; sound, which apparently it didn't, so we assumed it's plastic. what dubious products macdonalds have lor!!! cheat consumer feeling only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday in school we were having this sexuality education thingy during civics. and ms wong gave us this worksheet which states the reason why people don't want to have sex, and one of them is ''Fear of pain". and the spastic alvin was damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wong: so can you all think of ways that a guy can persuade a girl to have sex with him to make her to not be scared of the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin: jinxiang can just tell the girl, ''don't worry. my penis is small.'' =&gt; LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently we were supposed to go into our pw groups (comprising of me rt abi jo and jq *heh! i havent forgotten!*) to discuss about some role play thing. and apparently, the scenario that my group got went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and your bf/gf have been dating for 3months, and you've been to his/her house to study many times before. however this time when u went, you realised that his/her parents are not at home, and will not be home until the next day. what will you do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, 2 person in my group would have to act as both the guy and the girl. and they decided to &lt;em&gt;o-ya-peh-ya-som &lt;/em&gt;among themselves and exclude me coz  &lt;s&gt; i'm the most dramamama among them &lt;/s&gt;i'm the most talented among them, and is automatically put into the acting team. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, the result was..... *Drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stead i'm supposed to *ahem* with is..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JEBA KUMAR SELVIN JO ANNA PEARL QUINSIE  (got spell correctly? looks wrong leh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? who say girl-girl cannot have relationship one? moreover its acting only... right? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jq randomly said one day during lunch that somehow people who have steads apparently do better in studies as compared to those forever-single type (points to the table opposite ours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq: eh!! we must go find our partners then we can do well!!!&lt;br /&gt;rt: really ah! baley!!! you want to be my boyfriend?????&lt;br /&gt;me: okay lol.&lt;br /&gt;johnia: KIMBERLY will you be my boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh of course!&lt;br /&gt;jq: wah lau you damn promiscuous leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 seconds later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jq: aiyah u all got partners liao.&lt;br /&gt;me: nor ur partner just beside you. *points to beside him*&lt;br /&gt;jq: *turns around and realised it's the half-asleep-unglamly leeping*&lt;br /&gt;jq: i rather turn gay now =&gt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 seconds later*&lt;br /&gt;rt: EH johnia!!! kimberly my one already lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;johnia: no lor!! mine!!&lt;br /&gt;me: dun fight dun fight! alternate lah.&lt;br /&gt;johnia: *to rt* aiyah why don't we just ditch kimberly and we 2 get together HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;rt: eh good idea&lt;br /&gt;me: T.T lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- today when i wanted to go home, i totally missed my bus stop and ended up at woodlands checkpoint (causeway) T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that marks the end of the random stuff of the week that i wanted to talk about, coz i really can't think of any more incidents that happened. hmm.now to my main topic. which i really don't have much to talk about actually, but i'll just talk about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 终生大事, or if you guys can't read chinese, it just means My Marriage. and no, i'm not getting married anytime soon. but the facebook test i took a couple of weeks ago totally made me sian diao lor!! the quiz i took was, ''what age would you get married?''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what my answer was??&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="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55 years old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf!!&lt;br /&gt;and beneath the 55 years old were in small fonts, ''at least you found your true love......''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sad lah!!! get married at 55 years old leh!!! and i told my horrible friends about this and guess what they said, ''HAHAHA okay next time you get married i bring my grandchildren to your wedding.''. wtf!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my mum lor!! i told my mum then she was like, ''oh good what. then next time your gorgor's granddaughter or something can be your bridesmaid HAHAHAHHAHAA''. T.T  MUMMY AH! what's your problem ah!! so happy to see me 嫁不出去. horrible. hurmph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually last time when i was very young, at like 5 years old or something, i already thought about getting married already lor (hahaha wth right). and my desired husband changed faster than.... faster than... erm... nvm not important. but i had weird desires for my husband since young lor!!! i'm such a despo. damn it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of the people/ type of people i wanted to marry since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sun Wu Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4559d3a9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/4559d3a9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA i know it's damn ridiculous, but i used to want to marry wukong. and i don't mean the china cheena cheena version. i meant the hongkong version. you know, the guy who acted as wei xiao bao too. but i don't like that guy. i only like him when he acts as sun wu kong. and i wanted to marry him.. coz he's cute! like hahaha, what a show to find cute guys. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jerry Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=239ac4d1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/239ac4d1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to like him in meteor garden lor!!! hahaha. i used to be some fan girly shit and fantasize alot about how i'm shan cai and when i watch the show, i would really curse and swear whoever who try to break me (shan cai) and jerry yan (Dao ming si) lor!!! there's this part where vic chou hugged shan cai (sc) and dao ming si (dms) saw and got very worked up and T.T, and it was disasterous and shit like that. and i tell you, the show would be totally different if i was the female lead lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fantasy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic chou: oh i'm gonna hug you.&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks around* wait wait. must see dms around not.&lt;br /&gt;vc: no lah he not around lah. dun care i want to hug you.&lt;br /&gt;me: eh i think he really not around leh!!! okay lor hug lor.&lt;br /&gt;vc: *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;me: *spots dms from afar having the nb-wtf-he-snatch-my-gf-kns face*&lt;br /&gt;me: *pulls off one corner of my shirt* stop it!!!! let go of me!!!!!!!!!! LET GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;vc: *blurs* huh?&lt;br /&gt;me: *rubs eye with abit of the sand on the sea to make my eyes red and teary*&lt;br /&gt;me: *whines to dms* he... *sniffles* tried to rape me *sniffles* *sniffles*&lt;br /&gt;vc: O.o!?&lt;br /&gt;dms: KANASAI! YOU WANT TO RAPE MY GIRLFRIEND?! KNNBCCB!!!&lt;br /&gt;vc + dms: *fights*&lt;br /&gt;me: *watches at one corner while collecting bets on who will win*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snaps out of fantasy* AHEM! oh no i'm really not like that. i'm actually quite nice. really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) a &lt;em&gt;tze char&lt;/em&gt; man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to eat crabs!! and usually tze char chilli crabs are damn nice lah!! so i always hoped i can marry some tze char guy (TCG) so that he can cook crabs for me everyday for every meal. but i stopped habouring that thought ever since i realised that tze char man are those relatively short and balding fat man with oily scalp who probably picks his nose and flicks his dugged materials at one corner before frying &lt;em&gt;hor fun&lt;/em&gt; for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine the scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCG: *digs nose vigourously*&lt;br /&gt;random man (RM): uncle i want one &lt;em&gt;hor fun ta pau&lt;/em&gt; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;TCG: *flicks his dugged material at one corner of the stall where there is already a moutain of &lt;em&gt;pi sai&lt;/em&gt; found there*&lt;br /&gt;TCG: *in a horribly cheena accent* okay you wait ah i fry my famous &lt;em&gt;hor fun&lt;/em&gt; with my special ingredients *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;RM: urm.. uncle i don't want already. *walks away in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;TCG: wah lau eh! &lt;em&gt;lim peh&lt;/em&gt; fry for you you still act &lt;em&gt;dua pai&lt;/em&gt;. knnbccb! *digs anxiously for some &lt;em&gt;pi sai&lt;/em&gt; and attempts to flick at that RM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, no tze char man for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) a maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't literally mean the indonesian or whatever nationality female maid. i mean those househusbands. or better still, guys who work and earn alot of money, and when he reaches home after a tiring day at work, he will do all the housework and take care of the kids while i be my &lt;em&gt;taitai&lt;/em&gt; and enjoy myself everyday. HAHAHA heavenly! can you imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *reaches home and sees my husband wearing a funny apron and vacuuming the floor with the kids eating some random stuff on the table*&lt;br /&gt;husband: oh hi dear! you're home! how's your tiring day at shopping?&lt;br /&gt;me: nah, not much, only spent about 700bucks today. ohman ):&lt;br /&gt;husband: oh poor thing. come come. i prepared your shower for you already. go have a bath while i put didi and meimei to sleep after they finish okay? after that i have my shower already then i go massage you until you sleep okay?&lt;br /&gt;me: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snaps out of fantasy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN IT. WHY ISN'T LIFE SO PERFECT!! DAMMIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-8980808127277238891?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8980808127277238891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=8980808127277238891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8980808127277238891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/8980808127277238891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-another-weekend.html' title='finally another weekend.'/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-5825612599518067680</id><published>2009-05-09T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:35:54.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>din't go school on monday and tues coz i was running a temperature thanks to the swine. anyway, highlights of the week, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall kop some from johnia's blog coz i'm lazyyyyy. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"background information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, we spotted this j1 guy in the library with the natural T.T look and he was drinking soya bean. that guy had this damn sad and frowny look and so rt decided to name him 'soya bean'.and everytime we saw him in school, we'll be like ''EHHH! SOYA BEAN LEHH!!!'' *point point*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, that day after temperature taking, we were walking back to class and from afar, we saw this guy who looked like soya bean and he was walking in the rain.and kim was like, ''EHEHEH! soya bean lehh!! aiyo he walk in the rain. after he sprout.''HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. wahh that cracked me up man. lol!btw, it turned out that that wasn't soya bean. haha.it was a soya bean lookalike only. cheh~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anw,for this entire week, the stupid guys in my class were trying their best to rope people into their cult. hahaha.they are in the cult called the Dice Cult (i've no idea what's with the name) and all the recruited members have to change their names and their names must start with a D. hahaha!like wj is D' pig (sounds like our school's D' PICK value thingy lol) and boon ping aka the Cult Leader / Messiah is D' ayam. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH. FREAKING HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, they were passing around the GC with a msg to recruit more people into their cult and interested people will type their names into the GC.and alvin was telling us that if we wanted to join the cult, we must give them money to provide our basic necessities.i told them i din't mind joining their cult if and only if they made me the treasurer :D HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jx refused to let me be the treasurer but said i could still be in the exco.HAHAHAHAHHA!and he told me to be the witness for the messiah instead. LOL.and the guys also asked mdm lim, mdm wong and gss to join the cult. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin: i drive my messiah around although he can fly. --&gt; LOL!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, my class guys are damn funny and retarded lah!!!! yesterday jolene had to go for floorball competition halfway during chemistry lesson. and suddenly when she was about to leave, all the guys at jx's table stood up, and the whole class (including ms goh) stunned there and then. and we were looking on as to what the guys were up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, they were planning on a ''handover'' ceremony of the floorball stick to jolene. it was damn hilarious lah!!! and they decided to just stand in a circle beside jolene (while she stood there looking stunned) and did some stupid stomp on the ground and the "messiah" handed the floorball stick over to jolene. it was bloody retarded but damn funnnnyyy lah! hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during bio lesson yesterday, mdm wong was commenting about one of the SLO (?) having a crush on ivin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: eh. how come got J1 slo like ivin ah?&lt;br /&gt;jx: he handsome mah.&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: why got no one like jun qiang one ah?&lt;br /&gt;everyone: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 seconds later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: ivin handsome meh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;jx: ya he handsome what!&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: REALLY MEH!!! let me try.&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: *covers one eye* no leh. not handsome.&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: *covers both eyes* oh ya maybe quite handsome. =&gt; lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that jo was damn spastic during bio lesson. coz she was trying to think hard about mdm wong's question, and she unknowingly held 2 markers against her head, and it made her look as though she had 2 antennas pointing out of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mdm wong was like, '' *presses fingers against head* yes jo anna. i'm getting your signals. yes yes. ''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn spastic sia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on thurs after school, we had maths test (the killer test) which made all of us damn demoralised coz we're certain that we're gonna fail. and that koh leeping ah. after the test she kept asking everyone about one of the particular question about the loci (it was a circle btw) despite us cursing and swearing at that question coz we freaking did not know how to do it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leonard's ans to her question was the best (coz the rest of us ignored lp's question anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lp: eh leonard! how your circle look like?&lt;br /&gt;leo: look like circle =&gt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i freaking dio suan by mdm wong on thurs after bio lesson lor!!!!! knnbccb!!! pissed!! coz i'm usually the only-kena-suan-once-in-a-purple-moon type, while jx and alvin are the type who never-kena-suan-once-in-a-pink-and-purple-with-gold-glitter-moon day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: KIMBERLY AH!!! better lengthen your skirt hor!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: *pulls* already can't pull le lah!!!! if i continue pulling gonna fall off liao.&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: pull more hor!! and one day you're gonna take weijie's place hor!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh???&lt;br /&gt;mdm wong: better lengthen your skirt if not i suan you for having big hips hor&lt;br /&gt;me: WTFWTH NBCCB AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls: *shocks and attempts to stop giggling*&lt;br /&gt;jq: *burst out laughing uncontrollably until the damn exaggerated extent that he was still laughing when everyone semi forgot about it*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday after school, me jq bp john aud lp leo went to eat at breeks. and for some weird reason (i didn't notice it, but apparently jq and john did), almost everyone who walked past me stared at me, as though something about me wasn't right. WEIRD LAH!!!!!!!!! they said that it must have been me being unglam that's why. AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and halfway through eating then got this stupid little kid walked past me (i was sitting by the glass window), and he pointed at me through the glass and i got so pissed i would have killed him with my chicken chop knife if it wasn't for the glass. and the others were laughing at my misfortune and the fact that i was cursing and swearing at that idiotic boyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awhile later, another little kid came by and did the exact same thing as that stupid little kid, and i pointed my shiny chicken chop knife at his idiotic face through the glass, making him scurry off like some little thief who got caught. as if i'll do anything to him. i still busy eating my chicken chop lor. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANINA YAKULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and VARGER BUDDA.&lt;br /&gt;*winks winks johnia*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-5825612599518067680?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5825612599518067680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=5825612599518067680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5825612599518067680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/5825612599518067680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/dint-go-school-on-monday-and-tues-coz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16965813759064761172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33341762.post-6351202690949591198</id><published>2009-05-04T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:55:47.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to school today coz i was SICK, thanks to mr su the swine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who freaking passed the influenza virus to me and johnia, who are both not in school now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and away with those stuff, now i shall blog about. yesterday. and the day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUDA's brother wedding.  met up with ruoting, pamela and kevin at causeway to go for the wedding thing near woodlands centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many stupid things happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of them included me getting hit on the head by a flying cardboard box. and me having an awfully bad hairday. pffft. but i shall not write how retarded that since was here coz i'm so sian of typing so peektures with a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest combi of food ever found in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw if you guys are wondering why suddenly got photos, that's coz i've officially gotten rid of that laupok no camera phone into a laupok got camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this phone isn't rly exactly laupok. my dad bought it 2 days ago. so at least it's new! 2mp camera somemore. will be getting a new phone at the end of this month. aiming for Samsung Pixon phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw my current not-so-laupok phone is the Samsung L700 Scarlet Black Beauty edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f4e59b39.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/f4e59b39.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT being unglam HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering why rt's face is like that, it's coz rt threatened me to not put her face here coz she got a super super unglam photo of me in her hp. stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dae19785.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/dae19785.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food at the wedding. it was quite okay actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b63078aa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/b63078aa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this green drink is lime juice actually. but doesn't taste like it. taste like. water. with sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0c431f50.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/0c431f50.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the jelly cocktail. quite okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=642140e3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/642140e3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this chinese-y red teapot thing was on our table, and we thought it's like, tea or something. but apparently, it's for the guests to wash hands with it. luckily i nv pour into my cup lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5830eada.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/5830eada.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt and pamela. im lazy to edit rt's face liao. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dc6ec4ef.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/dc6ec4ef.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got bored and we drew on our fingers. damn cute hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;(left rt, right pamela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a91eceed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/a91eceed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=471ec8e6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/471ec8e6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=92299a60.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/92299a60.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamela. with her extra jealous third party. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3d311f8f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/3d311f8f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only do i love food, my finger loves it too! look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5f8577d0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/5f8577d0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e2357314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/e2357314.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pamela huda and rt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b9e405f4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/b9e405f4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin huda me rt pamela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b8332254.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/b8332254.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go malay wedding somemore got goodie bag one. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=702e4224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/702e4224.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay end of the wedding thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw saturday i went to mug with rt at a sacred fattening but condusive place coz i cant study at home for nuts. you know why? coz my room is bloody messy. see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b76dfccd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/b76dfccd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messy bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;oh the golden brown stuff is chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=88fa5b03.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/88fa5b03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the floor.&lt;br /&gt;with the FAKE crumpler&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0a53736c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/0a53736c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bed of coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=57951aac.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/57951aac.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder im failing. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;and 2 random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR COLOUR IS LIGHTER NOW! and the pictures don't do my hair justice. coz it's rly much lighter in real life. and i had good hair day that day. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e9e2180b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/e9e2180b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cutest darling.&lt;br /&gt;and wahlau!!!!!!!!!1 no one else thinks its cute except me!!&lt;br /&gt;it's so cute!! how can u all not think its cute!!&lt;br /&gt;oh btw it was my one month old present. that's why its rough. and grey now.&lt;br /&gt;it used to be pink. before it got washed over the years and turned white, and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The love of my life &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=58437cb5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c324/kimberlylim326/58437cb5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33341762-6351202690949591198?l=kim-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6351202690949591198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33341762&amp;postID=6351202690949591198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6351202690949591198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33341762/posts/default/6351202690949591198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-x3.blogspot.com/2009/05/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>LEFT OVER RIGHT THUMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com
