<?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-6934845898352235342</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:12:45.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soar skyhigh while you can. adopt the spirit of adventure.</title><subtitle type='html'>I love freedom and the spirit of adventure in just anyone. If you have it, I'm gonna like you cause it's something I have and not something common in people these days. I love bubbles, stars, looking at the sky, cloud-watching and I love nature. I find that I am unique and I do not give a damn about what you think.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-8202329007440061373</id><published>2010-04-27T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:06:37.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning of jade</title><content type='html'>OK. SORRY ERIKA......I WILL UPDATE YOU GUYS SOON. But I was in genting few days agoa nd I will update all you jibberjabbers about it ASAP. Anyway, I just googled my name in Urban Dictionary.com.....(p----euuuu what's that smell..I think my ferret just pooped under my bed. DANG IT). Anyway, hmm, I like the meaning of my name. My friend once told me that Jade means stronger than steel, old horse/dog......but I found also that it means something precious and believed to have magical powers...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;A girl who is head strong, makes mistakes but learns from them, is also a very hyperactive person, talks alot. Is faithful and a good friend to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&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:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;sexiest girl in the world, very good at giving head, freak in the bed. usually brunette with brown eyes, is attracted to guys with colorful hair and olive toned skin, loves to get down and dirty with her boyfriend, very kinky(loves to be bitten)., straight as can be, totally horny 24/7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;eg : wow, this girl is sooo jade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;that a complete babe, whos knickers you want in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;verb. To pour Hypnotiq all over your partners naked body and then lick it off while stimulating your partner's sensual areas with your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Licking hypnotiq off of someone's titties, penis or twat. Ass jading is not recommended (Hypno and ass juice do not mix well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;etc..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-8202329007440061373?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8202329007440061373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=8202329007440061373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8202329007440061373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8202329007440061373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates-coming-up-soon.html' title='meaning of jade'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2860433861365515587</id><published>2010-04-10T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:27:10.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Daisies Butter Mellow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alrightie, as usual, I WAS BUSY WOMAN!!!!! I wonder who is still reading my weekly updated blog :( PLEASE SOMEDAY  SAY 'I DO'!!!!! Anyway, let's just continue the story of my life. ON the 27th of March which was a Saturday, I went all around KL running like an idiot without sunscreen nor an umbrella with my church gang. At least I brought sunnies though :) I love socializing with my group. They're pretty cool people. I went home even before the race completed in the evening. I was just too tired to wait around and I had something to do at night. I wanted to celebrate Jac's &lt;b&gt;SCHOLARSHIP AWARD FROM TAYLOR'S&lt;/b&gt;. I am so freaking happy for her. If I weren't in the bus when she called me during the race thing I had with my church mates, man, I would have screamed with her. I introduced her to Rajiv when we had William's and later, we went to this dessert chop to have lolo's and it was not bad. but the 100 Yen shop's ice lolo is much better. :) But i wanted to have the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;wall bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;peanut butter paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but they were all out. I am craving for that like crazy. So, my life somehow touched on Edward and Bella though I really hate the actors. ACTUALLY....IF I HAVENT WATCHED ANY OF THOSE MOVIES, I THINK I WOULD BE CRAZY OVER THE TWO...but now, whenever i think about Edward and Bella, the thing that pops into my head will be those two actors.........GAH-BRGHHHH!!!!!!! It all started when I said, "Yes Edward?" (cause he acted as Edward during orientation) and he chuckled and said, "Are you trying to say that you're my Bella?" &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;EMBARRASSING MOMENT OF MY LIFE #2854873895380869789803. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I woke up in the morning and had pan mee for breakfast with him in Kuchai Lama. I watched Russell Peter's after brushing up on my Spanish. I wanted to have a picnic with Sam and Rajiv on the coming Wednesday but I guess it's cancelled cause Sam couldn't make it. :( he has Spanish Class. I registered for the same course but not the same class of course. I miss rock-climbing. I wonder when s he gonna take me there again. Am I really that childish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt; Ooh I gotta stop speaking loudly!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I actually managed to in the beginning of the year but now, Im getting all loud again. DAMN IT. Sis was babysitting Collin's rabbit wheile he was back in Singapore and the rabbit is so damn cute. Nicknamed Chew-chew. but it's actually called Snowy. I found it really weird that a grown-up guy named his pet rabbit Snowy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I got a card :) HAHAHAH It's so damn cute. It makes me smile each time I look at it.. *smiles*, yup, I;m looking at it....trying to hold back laughter as well. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;After class on the 31st of March, I brought Rajiv to Subang and we had Uncle Seng. We studied in Starbucks after buying ice lolo from the 100 Yen shop. And we saw Soroush. We talked for a bit and continued studying there later. I burnt the scented candle he supposedly gotten for me from IKEA. (long story) hahah, and it smelt so good. Vanilla. but later on, I found it too dilute and so I boguth those aroma therapy stuff form Body shop. I bought the Mexican Cocoa one and mannnnnnnnn, I love it. I totally do not regret spending on those stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I went to Daiso in ioi mall one day and damn, I found out that I am addicted to a lot of things. I couldn't stop buying utensils which are specially for certain food and yea, typical me (I am a person who is very erm,...&lt;what's&gt;....about table manners). For now, I still haven't gotten my wooden salad bowl and I am so gonna get it when I got to IKEA the next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;On April Fool's everythign was so usual and dad tried to fool me at night by saying, :YOUR GRANDMA IS GONNA STAY WITH YOU IN KL FOR GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!"............................lame dad.....HAHAHAHAHAHA. But Jac got me good. She was like "Joel and I broke up and I felt so sad I felt like crying...THAT STUPID GIRL!!!! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR HER!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I am turning into a typical medical student now. OMG I am getting so lame until I go like Stop blowing my periumbilical region. Or I like the hypertrophy of your pectoralis major. HAHAHAHAH. Mich and I sorta ganged up against JAc to bluff her though and even though she doesn't wanna admit it, WE GOT HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it was Mich's brainchild. I only played a role towards the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I had chicken rice ball and pork mee in Subang after class one day. The chicken rice ball was horrible and some smarty pants told me that it was so good. Grrrrr. But it wasn't too expensive so it's OK. I met Rajiv's grandparents and they;re really quiet and I didn't know what to do or say but his grandpa stared at me when I walked through the door and he continuously stared at my hands and I didn't know what to do but to shake his hands cause I thought it was a norm for him but I later found out that it wasn't. EMBARRASSING MOMENT OF MY LIFE #2854873895380869789804. Told you so. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; I went home and dad was there. &lt;/span&gt;He lectured me about my vanilla candle. Grrrrr. It wasn't like there wasn't a stand for it. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I went for Latin dance in the evening after introducing my grandparents to Rajiv. Rajiv wanted to suck up tot hem by asking me to study and he asked me to pretend to not wanna study some more. HAHAHAHA. I took my grandparents who are here to stay for a few days to Midvalley Megamall and they ended up not shopping at all cause it didn't interest them. Wow. I am glad I have patience. ut at least I get to shop a bit while they smoked. Not like I went there and then I had to go back right way or something. we had lunch in Madam Kwan's and I didn't really like the place. Grandpa invited rajiv for dinner but he's so damn fickleminded. In the end, we didn't even have dinner together, Grrrr. FORGIVEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I brought Paris out for walks in the evening and both of us are starting to get use to each other when we go out. Oh and I cut my own hair. :) I like it. I bought two dresses for my prom when I went out with Chloe for shopping on a Monday. Do you knwo, self-heated Krispy Kreme is soooooooooooooooooooooo goodddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. Just buy the original ones back and heat them up yourself in a toaster for 5 minutes. OMG, YOU CAN HAVE A FEEL OF HEAVEN THAT WAY MAN!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOO.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nobody can kiss you but me"  "It's OK if you're taller" ""Sayang..."              :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I made some vegetable broth which taste sooooooo damnnnnnnnnnnn good. I never knew I would ever enjoy leeks. Thank you Jamie!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;One of my lecturer is crazy. I dislike him so much. he is so gonna get a bad review for being so unprofessional. I wouldn't say more. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT GRANDPA'S BIRTHDAY!!! BUT I called the next day to wish him and apologize...but he seem OK. I was about to write in my diary when I realized about the date but actually I remembered it yesterday but I was so caught up with class and the activities after that till it slipped my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Right now, I am waiting for Rajiv to pick me up for the prom. :) I wonder........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2860433861365515587?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2860433861365515587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2860433861365515587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2860433861365515587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2860433861365515587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunshine-daisies-butter-mellow.html' title='Sunshine Daisies Butter Mellow.'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7426379454373532611</id><published>2010-03-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T04:32:15.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking Off In University</title><content type='html'>OK, I know I haven't been online for like a crazy long time; what more to post on my blog....sorry but I was darn busy either trying to catch up with my lectures or hanging out with my friends. So, the lecturer from Sri Lanka gave a lecture or two in my batch and it was funny listening to him speak. Haha, but it wasn't hard to understand except for some parts. We had out Charity Fund Raise where we sold Pizzariolli (pasta). It was good but we didn't make that much of money compared to the rest but it's OK. In the afternoon, I went out with Rajiv, I drove his car this time cause he said he was tired. Hahaha. I was so afraid that I might hit somebody or something and the car actually died on me along the way. Man it was so embarrassing. I watched futsal match at night. It was exciting. Chris was trying to be nice or something when he texted me and said, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"How's my favourite Hui Yi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Nice. Favourite aye?????? I'm pretty sure that's why he spelt my name wrongly. The next day, I went out for lunch to the Ipoh Chicken Rice Shop. It's actually pretty good and may be better than some in Ipoh but it's darn expensive. After lunch, Rajiv went to my place and we played Raving Rabbids together. We watched a  movie together and Iw as so surprised when I saw his mum in his place. I said hi of course. :) I stopped by at his house after the futsal match for him to take a shower and change before the movie. I had some fun by throwing popcorns at random strangers. Hahahahah. He cupped his hands over my eyes whenever he sees me trying to rest my eyes. Haha. Hands are nice parts of the body. I'm glad I have hands. :) (I know I'm a bit weird but I hope you get the point). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People have been talking and wondering about us but nah, nothing's up. Pei Jie, Rajiv and I went to Puchong together and had won ton mee. It was OK. But it tasted better last time. LOL. I don't know. And Rajiv practically left his Armani sunnies on the table and left but i took it of course and he finally remembered before he got into the car and he thanked me for getting it for him later after we dropped Pei Jie off. My IKEA weighing scale is crazy. One moment I can be 55kg's, one moment I can be 65 kg's. ERGH. We played Wii for awhile before he left for tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I got the wrong notes for lectures today but it's OK. It wasn't too different. It wasn't the latest version, that's all. I dressed up for rugby practice at 5pm and found out that it was a tournament and i back out. I brought Paris to the park instead and let her walk about with the harness on her. Man, so many people loved her of course. For dinner, I went to Tun Razak road was it, for dinner with Razmy and Lauren, his girlfriend? It was OK but NAAB IS WAY BETTER MAN!!!!! But  it is really cheap there for Mediterranean food. Later, we went for another movie at night together; just the two of us. Oh, we went to a bar in Hartamas first called Lava. I had Mojito. It was Ok but my face went all red as usual. Gah. I hate it so much but I am glad I didn't feel sleepy after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sis and I planned something evil for someone when something serious happens :) HAHAHAHAH I am so mean but I think that what he said before this wasn't true....I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for Charity Home Visit in the morning. I am so tired. I slept for like 4 hours only. I went to an orphanage and the kids are so darn cute!!!!! We played a lot of games and they began opening up to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Went to OU for rock climbing with Sam. It was great. I am so gonna be active in this sport. I watched the game between Manchester United and Liverpool at night with Fook Zhen and Rajiv in McD. We almost couldn't find a place with a big TV cause it was raining and nobody usually turn on their big TV in the mamak at times like this. The one we watched in McD wasn't too big anyway. Wherever rajiv sat, the umbrella at his top will leak. he end up being drenched. HAHAHAHA. he even held a cup to collect the water and it was half-full in 10 minutes. Anyway, Manchester United won the game this time. I guess Jac was kinda pissed. She turned a die hard fan again when it comes to a match between those two. I can't believe the match we saw together was like 2 years ago. GOSH. HOW TIME FLIES. I love it when he kisses the upper palm of my hand. We watched another movie together. Hahahaha I know right....it's like I watched all the movies. No no, actually there's plenty I haven't watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lectures on this Monday morning, my group went to Pyramid for ice-skating and Rajiv and Elsha tagged along. It was kinda surprising that they came along. I bought oatmeal and apples and cinnamon. Man, it tastes so damn good when combined. He asked me if I am a one-guy girl or a multiple-guys girl. LOL. I skated like an idiot. It wasn't too hard but I fell once while I was trying to help Yvonne.Hahaha. the ice is so rough. I'm glad I wore long pants. I followed Rajiv back to IMU first cause I was damn tired and at night, I joined a few of my group members for dinner in SS2's William's. It's a dingy place but with damn good and expensive food. Food prices range from 15-50 bucks. But it's a large portion and it's good. I put on 2.3 kgs thanks tot he food I ate. Damn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rajiv and I cook lunch together and he kissed me. I was shy in the beginning and I didn't know whether I wanna do it or not but ah, temptations....Suppose to go for another movie after his futsal match but we end up staying at his house cause there was an attempted break in and he was so affected by it. He's a momma's boy (very sweet huh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went out for dim sum in Happy Garden, it was not bad.. I went for my Wellness Examination in the evening and later for Infinity Milers with Rajiv. It wasn't a too tough jog. I enjoyed it.. I clearified if we're together or not. I'm glad I know how to form the right words when I ask such a weird question. But we're just dating and I'm happy that we are. For dinner, we went to Kuchai Lama but Jojo's Kitchen was closed. We had some pork mee nearby the &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt;. We hugged under the starlit sky :) And guess who became champion in futsal :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I had a tough time trying to stay awake for lectures today. Hahaha. I even forgot to bring one set of my notes. Later, I shopped in Gardens with Rajiv and I payed my bills for Maxis. I can;t wait for the contract to end. I hope after this the bills get better. In the evening, Rajiv texted me saying, "Oh oh oh to touch a freaking virgin girls' vaginas are heavenly" and I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; But I didn't realize that he was telling me the way to remember the 12 nerves that are connected to the  brain stem that I was trying to memorize in the afternoon and I embarrassed myself terribly. Hahahahaha. I was like, "Maybe you;re the one who's having all the fun touching it and enjoying it and not the girl" somewhere towards the end of our conversation before he calls me up. LOL. I miss my ex-college mates. Planning to hang out soon in April I hope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After class today, I waited awhile and completed all my stuff for PTPTN and then went out for lunch in Taman Desa with Razmy, Lauren, Annan and Rajiv. We had fish head noodles which was pretty good. Then, Rajiv and I went to MidValley to get creme puffs and headed back home to hang out there. The creme puffs weren't that satisfying. Not vanilla-ish enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just realized that I ate a part of the label stuck on my apple......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hmm, we took a nap and man, someone must have been tired cause the moment he closes his eyes, e started snoring. Hahaha. I managed to sleep too luckily and we woke up and played about and talked and laughed and went for dinner in Hartamas. The burgers there are like homemade and they're pretty good. I wanna try making Fajita with him. Oh, he asked me out for prom which was for Semester 4 &amp;amp; 5. Haha. I don't know if I wanna go. Darn. I mean I wanna go but I don't know if I should. And I can;t wait for the upcoming picnic next week with him, Sam and maybe Lyn. And also this Sunday. I wonder what we'll be doing. &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/6934845898352235342-7426379454373532611?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7426379454373532611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7426379454373532611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7426379454373532611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7426379454373532611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/03/kicking-off-in-university.html' title='Kicking Off In University'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7960112318293919987</id><published>2010-03-15T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T05:30:14.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Cooking</title><content type='html'>I think I have very short attention span. I can't concentrate on that Lippincott's Biochemistry book. it's so HARD TO DO SO!!!!!!!!!!!! I keep procrastinating to read it and I think I am so gonna regret this. I am trying to at least finish one chapter a day....EXCLUDING THE NOTES OF THE DAY. OMG. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday I was out in Subang and I hung out with Jaclyn in Sunway Pyramid. It was great. missed her so much. I ran errands for my sister too. Man she has really a lot of stuff to buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Mich too and later, I went to see Sam in AC. It was great talking to them all and Sam made me very happy :) We really do click very well. we're like similar in a lot of ways and principles. But every hello must always end with a goodbye. Sam is leaving for Australia in the middle of the year. I am so gonna miss him so much but then, he's gonna be with Debbie and I HOPE I CAN GO AND VISIT HIM. we have made plans to like go rock climbing together, and maybe even have an escapade to Langkawi soon along with some other friends of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in class, well, it was really boring. they just briefed us about our Wellness Exam or something like that. It's all about the BMI crap. Then, after classes, I went to Giant near Summit to shop for ingredients with Amelia, Sharlene, Brian, Adrian and Suraj. Then, we went to Amelia's house in USJ to cook. It was so much of work and I have never cooked such a large portion before but in the end, it tasted good. I was so afraid that something bad might have happened. We're gonna sell the pasta for Charity Fund Raising tomorrow in IMU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I dropped Adrian back home and I brought Brian back to Bangsar. I finally learnt my way there and I think from there, I can go to One Utama too. :) I am so glad. And on the way back, I saw this sign that said 'lebuhraya Timur-Barat bermula'. OMG DAMN IT MAN. I wanted to stop by the road and put on emergency lights and call Brian as I cry and call my parents and tell them not to worry but I'll be gone for awhile and tell my sister not to cry cause I'll be late and tell her to feed and take care of Paris for me while I'm gone. I don't know when I'll be home but I hope it will be soon.......BUT I continued driving and hahaha, Iwas on the right lane. DAMN THE SIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-7960112318293919987?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7960112318293919987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7960112318293919987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7960112318293919987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7960112318293919987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/03/charity-cooking.html' title='Charity Cooking'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-5222257465837895771</id><published>2010-03-13T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:22:55.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Nandita Part 2</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHO WAS DRUNK AND TARDY AND IN THE END, DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP!!!!!!!!! Grrrrr, I think they are partly not to be blamed cause it's a Saturday morning and who doesn't wanna party on a Friday night BUT WHY CAN'T THEY JUST SAY SO IN THE BEGINNING. THAT MADE ME SO PISSED WAITING FOR THEM. Only Chris from Singapore showed up and actually he had something on in his group. One of his group members is leaving for Edinburg or something so they are having a party. Well, whatever it is, at least Adrian came and lucky Adrian that I said that I would accompany him for this trip. And he's so nice. Even though they behaved this way, he says that he still wants to take them out. I WAS LIKE WHATTTTTTTTTTTTT???? I AM SO NOT TAKING THEM OUT IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!!!! Sheesh. I hate it when people do that to me like cancel the plan right in the end..So, Chris invited Adrian and I to join his group but in the end, Adrian and I decided to have fun by ourselves. We went to KLCC and watched a movie. We talked a lot and it was great. We got to know more about each other. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got back, (Adrian walked me to the train station as if I don't know how to use a train and saw me off. Gentlemen these days :) ), I went ot Puchong with sis and Daniel to have dinner at my aunt's house. We waited for some time before they got back. Man I was so hungry and ate like a pig.. we talked for a bit,..I actually wanted to talk more...hehe. but sis wanted to go and collect her printer which she serviced in Tesco Puchong. So we left and somehow, we ended up in i0i Mall and it was so congested on the way out of the parking lot. I almost slept in the car cause I was so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, back tot he updates from the day before, Kishen told me a joke which I found very funny but I don't know if it's &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; funny to you guys and you guys might never wanna read this blog again or talk to me everrrrrrr but it's OK, I'll take that risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;one day a nun was walking down the pavement and she was walking pass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a pub. suddenly the pub door swung open and there stood a man looking at her ferociously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he did that for a few seconds...(1...2....3.....4....*looks at watch)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and he ran up to her and punched her on the face. WHAMP!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she fell to the ground. then before she could do anything, he head-butted her again and she fell tot he ground. wrecked in pain, she tries to bless him for doing such things. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but before she could say anything, he elbowed her backbone and she fell &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;helplessly tot he ground...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he stood over her and looked her in the eye ferociously like  he did before and said, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"NOT SO TOUGH ARE YOU NOW BATMAN........."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope that was entertaining. Hahahahaha. Did I tell you that I joined the rugby Club. I think I suck in it but I just wanna have fun so I'll see what happens in the future practices and see if I still suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-5222257465837895771?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5222257465837895771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5222257465837895771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5222257465837895771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5222257465837895771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-nandita-part-2.html' title='For Nandita Part 2'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-4207998014874999682</id><published>2010-03-12T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:13:19.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for Nandita</title><content type='html'>I'M SORRY that I haven't been updating much. I thought NOBODY WAS READING ok...sheesh and I was kinda busy. Everyone seems to be studying already even on the first day of lectures about probiotics.....(my sister was laughing her head off watching sememster 1's studying like crazy for probiotics...*shrugs* but I was busy enjpying my life, hanging out and all). I wonder if I am actually taking all this time too lightly. Should I be studyign my ass off too. watching those geeks and nerds studying makes me feel a bit scared and thus, I think I am gonna start reading the text book I bought this weekend if I can find the time. I just filled my schedule for this weekend to the brim man, cause I thought I was gonna be so damn bored and I hate that feeling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am a bit confused right now about my feelings and I don't seem to feel very comfortable talking about my feelings for him to anyone in university, except Suraj and sometimes Brian, but I just don't feel like splurging my feelings to them. It's like, I can see it in their heads the way they go, "HERE SHE GOES AGAIN". but I do tell chloe stuff :) cause she's someone who listens...I think...or talk more....HAHAHAHA no no. Just joking. So, yea, I haven't been talking about my infatuation for him for sometime now to my friends and I am actually OK with it. At some part of my life, yea, I feel like, bursting out about him but other than that, i don't know if this is really just a crush or not. I don't know if I really like him. I don't even know if he likes me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I was suppose yto go for the PETA demonstration in KL. Damn. somebody with the initials E.B. must be so mad at me. I didn't go in the end cause I wanted to go shopping with my sister in MidValley and learnt the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the next day, i went to church in the morning and I reconnected with a lot of people whom I haven't seen in a very long time. I actually missed them. Then, Nan and I (scratch that)..Na cyberstalked......I didn't. I just layed back and hear her talk about all the guys she found in Skype and Facebook......HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, on the next day, (yes my life is that boring...FOR NOW...that's why I gotta go out and make things more happening), after classes, I talked to some guy and I sorta like told him off that I don't like him and I like somebody else. HAH. hey, I think I did a good job....cause I think I will be leading him on if I didn't tell him and that made me feel like a bitch. He stopped talking to me. childish ass......(but later on, he talked to me again, but not that much). I went out for lunch with Rajiv and Yao Han and my group to the nice Ipoh chicken rice shop. It was yummy :) but darn expensive. Do you know one stick of the &lt;i&gt;lok lok&lt;/i&gt; around here can cost up to RM 1++??? OMG. It's like 40 cents in Ipoh. CRAZY KL PEOPLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joined a lot of clubs in IMU like &lt;b&gt;10 OF THEM.&lt;/b&gt; I joined AMSA, Debate, CF, Community Service, Dance Club, Infinity Milers, Futsal, Netball, Rugby and Yoga. DON'T START. I know what I'm doing. Some people joined even more than me OK. I'm just there to socialize and see whether I really like it or not. Or else, I don't have to join the meetings. :) THERE...is that OK to you?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was sleeping, Paris kept disturbing me by slithering all over my legs and body and face and she bit me to wake me up or I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK SHE'S DOIGN BUT SHE'S SO DAMN ANNOYING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People kept saying things like, "HEY, YOUR GOOD FRIEND IS COMING..." "HEY, WHY DIDN'T YOU WAIT FOR HIM?" "HEY, WHY DIDN'T YOU ASK FOR HIS NUMBER?" "HEY, THIS AND THAT..." sheeshhhhhh, what is that suppose to mean.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, I went out with Rajiv and his friend, Hilmi to the same chicken rice shop. Hilmi's a cool Malay guy. He has an Afro styled hair and it's naturally like that. We talked a lot bla bla bla then later, Iw ent to Subang with Rajiv to play pool and I introduced Snowflake to him. Hah :) I love Snowflake. I saw Soroush and damn, I sorta forgot his name when I saw him. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW THAT CAN EVEN HAPPEN. When Iwas introducing him to Rajiv..I was like.....erm..............and I just signalled for him to introduce himself...LOL. Thank God my brain was working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, we talked a lot too. Yea, we're all a chatterbox community. But I was so tired and I sorta caused him to be late for his tuition...man, I feel so bad. He tutors a small girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so bored on Wednesday that suraj and I spammed Adrian's wall. Hahaha. It was so random and full of crappy stuff. We went to Chill's for lunch with a few of the group 4's like Yao Han, Rajiv and Hilme and one guy named Yi Hung I think from...don't-know-what-group. Ok, there are more stuff but I don't really wanna talk about it. Don't wanna bore you with the stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on Thursday, I went to the cafeteria for lunch and I met a Pakistani guy who don't look Pakistani. His nickname is Sarge..his real name is something like Sajal or something. My group went to One Utama in the evening and I felt like killing a girl for flashing her smile to me in that annoying way that says "HAH, I'M WITH HIM AND YOU'RE NOT". GRRRRRRRR. I'm way better than she is anyway. Pbbbffftt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk a lot of Kishen too. he's so funny. He told me this joke which is...erm...Ok, I thinkI'll continue later. it's almost 10:30 am and I don't wanna be Ms Tardy Pants. I gotta take the internationals out today with Adrian. Im just accompanying him cause he was gonna do it alone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-4207998014874999682?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4207998014874999682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=4207998014874999682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4207998014874999682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4207998014874999682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-nandita.html' title='for Nandita'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1093041772147059905</id><published>2010-03-06T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:49:38.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORIENTATION MEDTCH 1/10</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I'll just run through with all y'all readers about the experiences I had for my 2-week orientation in Interational Medical University for the MEDTCH 1/10 batch :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day, there wasn't much. Just listening to all those boring lectures and I spotted someone. But lectures were boring. On the next day, there was icebreakers event held by the Orientation Committee. I pole danced (HAH NAN, I CAN POLE DANCE!!!!) Brian, one of my very good mates now in university was the pole and he had to take off his shirt. Haha. At night, after the wet Icebreakers, I got hurt cause of some idiot. And I followed sister to mamak with her group and got introduced to Group 4. :) (AWESOME FOURSOME)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the third day, there was the indoor treasure hunt. And it's true what people say; when you get into univeristy, you tend to meet all kinds of weird people. Some are OK, some ain't but I'm trying to keep it cool. And some even told me that I will be meeting more variety of people when I'm working so I gotta train myself from now on to get use to all this I guess. OK, no more of boring advice from myself to me...The indoor treasure hunt was OK. We had to find loads of clues hidden all over IMU and it was really tiring and most of the activities actually went on till late night. After that, we went out to eat mamak for supper. (I HATE MAMAK). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Friday, we had Dress Code 1. It's like acting and signing and dancing kinda thing made by each group. Oh, there's 14 groups overall and I am in group one. The names of the group must consist the number 1 or 2 etc. So, since I am in group 1, my group's name is 1-ted. (wanted). Dress Code 1 well, we put in a lot of Looney Toons stuff into our act. It wasn't too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then pass the first week of orientation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a Sunday, we went for our Outdoor Treasure Hunt. We ran all over the park where there are deers in it and went to Tugu Negara. I NEVER KNEW THE TUGU NEGARA WAS SO BIG!!!!! I'll show pictures someday. The internet is so slow here it's almost impossible to upload pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took pictures to be compiled into a scrap book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, we had Dress Code 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, we had Telematch in the fields of the Stadium. There was a lot of station games and they were so dirty. I practically had raw egg in my mouth and it was so salty. I guess they dumped in a lorry of salt or something. It was horrible. Then came Variety Night. We danced and acted to s theme given by the seniors. Toothfairy and Beowulf in the world of policeman. Our dance was suppose to be so cool but we couldn't hear the music so it was kinda messy. We have a solo performance by the IMGG too and it was good. The theme is Chucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the next day, we had finale Night where the seniors performed for us. Obviously theirs are nice cause they had so much time to practice. My group left early cause we already bought tickets for Alice IN Wonderland 3D. It was OK. The movie got stuck halfway which really sucked. Oh and the guys came over to my house to play Wii too and Suraj blamed it all on my ferret when he lost Resident Evil. HAHAHAHAH. He's such a funny guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YES, there are a lot of P.U.S.'(i would call them puss-sies) Wouldn't tell you what it meant though. And yea, we do talk almost everyday and I kinda like it but I don't know. I'm just gonna take it slow and I'll see how everythign goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-1093041772147059905?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1093041772147059905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1093041772147059905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1093041772147059905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1093041772147059905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/03/orientation-medtch-110.html' title='ORIENTATION MEDTCH 1/10'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7998119596904902586</id><published>2010-03-02T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:33:35.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating Heart</title><content type='html'>so, I am a bit in a dilemma now. I don't know if this is like a created dilemma or something but I think i got every fact right...so, whatever it is, I just want this post to be somewhere I can pour my feelings out cause right now, I don't have that close friends in IMU to whom I can pour my feelings out to and nobody's there who really understands me like the way other friends like Nandita does. so, i just gotta say this out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't find Chinese people attractive. that's all. HAHAHHA. OK maybe that's not all. I don't know if I'll ever be with a chinese person because, I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY. just take my dating history for example, none of them are Chineses. and I really like this other guy. And I am nt the kind of person that will settle for second best cause it will never work out for me. Love has always gotta be mutual and the current guy that I am talking about (not the one I like), well, he's a really nice smart guy. Rather good looking but not really my type. But he's a really nice guy and I don't wanna lose him as a friend. I don;t want him to make the first move because that way, he has gotta be put off. I don't want him to think he has a chance cause leading him on is just horrible. And so, I hope the message that I passed on the the others about my crush will somehow reach you. Cause we were never meant to be and I will never be yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-7998119596904902586?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7998119596904902586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7998119596904902586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7998119596904902586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7998119596904902586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/03/beating-heart.html' title='Beating Heart'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7975273172166511177</id><published>2010-02-22T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:34:21.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day In IMU</title><content type='html'>I started university today and I got to know some of Chloe's friends, Sharon, Yu Long (I think) and C.T. (still don't know what's his full name). Well, I know that tomorrow is gonna be better when there are ice-breakers during orientation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. : Paris is sleeping in my closet now. She's so cute. she loves that spot in my cupboard where I keep my belts and hats. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a pledge today. I'll type it out so I understand it better. I didn't even think before making this pledge. It seems like IMU forced everyone to make the pledge....well.....I HAD MY HAIRS CROSSED!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i enter my chosen profession&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will remember that I am a member of a larger community&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with responsibilities to the sick and well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will respect and be ever grateful to my teachers who halve planted the seeds of knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which I shall nurture forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will not be ashamed to say "I know not"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and to ask for assistance when the skills of another are needed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my colleagues will be my brothers and sisters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I will not permit consideration of religion, nationality, race, politics or social standing to intervene in my duty and interaction with patients and colleagues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will respect the privacy of my patients &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the probelms are not disclosed to me that the world may know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will remember that my chosen profession is multifaceted disciplines &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;combining art and science, with the aim of preventing diseases when possible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;treating when necessary and above all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;expressing genuine warmth, compassion, empathy, and understanding to patients and families&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will maintain the honor and noble traditions of my profession &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and strive to be a person of goodwill, high moral character and impeccable conduct&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will remember that in order to properly care for my patients &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must also take care of myself, both body and spirit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;respected while I live, and remembered with affection hereafter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I make these promises solemnly, freely upon my honor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here am I, ready for my vocation, and now I turn unto my calling. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Ericson~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to MidValley Megamall today. The journey there wasn't too bad. But coming back, OMG. It started raining heavily, and I tried calling the taxi driver who I am very fond of but he was at home and going there at the peak hour will take a very long time. (later at night, he called and tried to recall who I was. :* whatever. but he's nice, but very very talkative). Loved the attention I get :) from people. How random can I get...told you I got A.D.D. (attention deficite disorder) So, I had to take the train in the end. It was so crammed that's why I wanted a taxi in the beginning. I had to smell someone's armpit cause of that..........he hasn't heard of a deodorant......KTM is the problem..not cause it's peak hour or something....when i went onto other trains NOT UNDER KTM, it's AWESOME!!!!!!! I bought a lot of stuff today like knickers :) I love knickers and a dress from TopShop. I guess it's too big for sis. I wanted to buy for her birthday present but I don;t know whether she can wear or not so I bought one that fitted me juts in case and it's too big for her. :( OK. I am not fat I think. It's just my stupid ribs. Thanks for making me swim so much when I was young and while my bones were forming.... Ergh. But I really like the dress. It looks so sweet yet sexy. I love clothes which flanks my back. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard a really bad news today. Speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-7975273172166511177?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7975273172166511177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7975273172166511177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7975273172166511177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7975273172166511177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-day-in-imu.html' title='First Day In IMU'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7128781539247538239</id><published>2010-02-20T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T05:06:05.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(8, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some say love, it is a river&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That drowns the tender reed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some say love, it is a razor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some say love, it is a hunger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An endless aching need&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I say love, it is a flower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you, its only seed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the heart, afraid of breaking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the dream, afraid of waking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the one who won't be taken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the soul, afraid of dying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That never learns to live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the road has been too long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for the lucky and the strong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lies the seed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That with the sun's love, in the spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theroselyrics.com/1x1.gif" height="4" align="bottom" width="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Becomes the rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-7128781539247538239?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7128781539247538239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7128781539247538239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7128781539247538239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7128781539247538239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-74384094055762376</id><published>2010-02-19T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:11:53.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Varsity</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday, I came down to KL. I actually left in a very angry manner. The fact that I was scolded like shit on the night before and in the morning. ONe for signing in wrongly for my PTPTN loan, and one more for having so many things to bring to KL. FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I actually did the loan thing correctly (they found out later and didn't even apologize), and I AM GONNA LIVE IN THIS SHIT HOLE FOR 2 AND A HALF YEARS AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BRING JUST WHAT I MIGHT NEED? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unpacked and cleaned the house like crazy with the help of the maid. She didn't get to scrub like crazy but it's OK, when I have the time, I'll do it instead. Then, I remember something about my sister saying that she has a welcoming present for me. :) and she gave me a dress. Sweet. OK, so that's the welcoming present. Later on, I asked about Hyorin, my sister's rabbit. Then she said that she'll have to wait for her friend to contact her first. Then, later, she appeared at my room door and gave me a FERRETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT I ALWAYS WANTED A FERRET!!!!!! She asked me whether I was planning on having any pets and I said, "If I don't get a boyfriend in a few months then maybe I'll get one." HAHA. Oh well, I love her so much for this!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I guess she likes her too so we're sharing. She's chocolate sabel or something like that. I just know that her colour has the word chocolate in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so clumsy after knowing that Paris is mine. She's 2 years old already thought. She's very tame and she was rescued from an owner who neglected her. I have pictures of her. She loves crawling through small small holes and pathways and she likes to hide your stuff. HAhaha. Especially those which are made of rubber or partly rubber like my phone cover (and thus, my phone), my mouse, my door stopper, and she likes hiding her food too. She's strictly carnivour and she likes to climb here and there. But she's als obbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbty06 98 &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris wrote that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's also....errr..If forgot. whatever. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-74384094055762376?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/74384094055762376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=74384094055762376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/74384094055762376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/74384094055762376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-yesterday-i-came-down-to-kl.html' title='Varsity'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1737123916327889684</id><published>2010-02-17T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:15:47.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLAYING RESIDENT EVIL WITH ANN YAN A LOT TODAY AND FINALLY WE FINISHED THE GAME.  I AM SO TIRED., I HAVE BEEN PLAYING Wii FOR THE WHOLE DAY TODAY. HEARVEST MOON THEN RESIDENT EVIL. HMM. I'M SO BORED. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS MORNING, I WENT AROUND DOING MY CHORES. I WENT TO TOWN TO BUY MY COMPUTER STUFF. I AHVE CHANGED THE COLOUR OF MY LAPTOP. IT'S ORANGE NOW AND I LIKE IT. BUT I HAVE NEVER BEEN TOO GOOD AT STICKING STUFF. AND I BOUGHT AVIRA ANTIVIRUS AND I AM SO MAD AT MYSELF FOR DOING THAT. THE SHOP WAS OUT OF KASPERSKY. ERGH. AND AVIRA TAKES LIKE A MILLION YEARS TO MAKE A FULL SCAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN I SAW THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CAR IN THE WORLD. MGS TOYOTA AT THE JAGUAR SHOP IN FAIR PARK. OMG. I LOVE THAT SHOP. I SAW THE CLASSIC CAR AT FIRST BUT I GOT A LIL' TURNED OFF WHEN I SAW THE KILOMETER THING. THE MAX IS 120 KMPH. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. THEN I SAW THAT BEAUTIFUL CAR. AHHH. TALK ABOUT IT SOON. BYE GOODNIGHT. IM SLEEPY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-1737123916327889684?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1737123916327889684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1737123916327889684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1737123916327889684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1737123916327889684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/playing-resident-evil-with-ann-yan-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-736877052186139027</id><published>2010-02-16T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:37:16.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Lame Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do I need to post up the pictures of the Juliet Day outing? Hmmmm, I feel so lazy but maybe the few that I like most. cause there's hell a lot of pictures but they're already in Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJntbgmRI/AAAAAAAABkk/FZNFzo5ksoo/s1600-h/k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJntbgmRI/AAAAAAAABkk/FZNFzo5ksoo/s320/k.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438881184050354450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJnIomVoI/AAAAAAAABkc/iXGwfTAgaTo/s1600-h/p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJnIomVoI/AAAAAAAABkc/iXGwfTAgaTo/s320/p.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438881174173144706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJmpG5K4I/AAAAAAAABkU/DBWyeRohY7s/s1600-h/f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJmpG5K4I/AAAAAAAABkU/DBWyeRohY7s/s320/f.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438881165710273410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJl4N1n_I/AAAAAAAABkM/YcDY9yIna8I/s1600-h/jul+and+nan+trying+to+climb+up+the+tree+after+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJl4N1n_I/AAAAAAAABkM/YcDY9yIna8I/s320/jul+and+nan+trying+to+climb+up+the+tree+after+me.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438881152586063858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH39Nys6I/AAAAAAAABkE/LM9354e20iU/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH39Nys6I/AAAAAAAABkE/LM9354e20iU/s320/108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438879264142439330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH3YTlJSI/AAAAAAAABj8/_rbM9jTIZMA/s1600-h/96.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH3YTlJSI/AAAAAAAABj8/_rbM9jTIZMA/s320/96.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438879254234604834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH2_5YvKI/AAAAAAAABj0/0ZgEjEQgIKY/s1600-h/79.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH2_5YvKI/AAAAAAAABj0/0ZgEjEQgIKY/s320/79.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438879247682288802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH2rBfCQI/AAAAAAAABjs/bEOxscAXsqw/s1600-h/63.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH2rBfCQI/AAAAAAAABjs/bEOxscAXsqw/s320/63.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438879242079111426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH2ONC6qI/AAAAAAAABjk/-3CQ8kfykqU/s1600-h/55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rH2ONC6qI/AAAAAAAABjk/-3CQ8kfykqU/s320/55.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438879234342972066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rF0NFnYXI/AAAAAAAABjc/05IuJhzlWug/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rF0NFnYXI/AAAAAAAABjc/05IuJhzlWug/s320/22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438877000660377970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFzjNNaxI/AAAAAAAABjU/T6k6WMkgO9c/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFzjNNaxI/AAAAAAAABjU/T6k6WMkgO9c/s320/14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438876989417941778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFzYN61KI/AAAAAAAABjM/BlxiWbIo88k/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFzYN61KI/AAAAAAAABjM/BlxiWbIo88k/s320/15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438876986468127906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFy-EyKaI/AAAAAAAABjE/Sf9uiP8BUb4/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFy-EyKaI/AAAAAAAABjE/Sf9uiP8BUb4/s320/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438876979450489250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFyXxtUmI/AAAAAAAABi8/_MKznhLMvhA/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rFyXxtUmI/AAAAAAAABi8/_MKznhLMvhA/s320/7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438876969169932898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year was a bore for me and a season of consuming a lot of calories. I kept eating and sleeping all the time. I had to eat cause my grandma was staring at me like a vulture and I had to not make her unhappy cause I'm well known for not eating her food when she comes to my house to stay and cook for a few days. (I am just not hungry). I am trying to go on a fast :) and probably it will be easier when I'm in KL. That will be this Friday. I AM SO EXCITED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played mahjong a lot and I won hehe. But I lost in poker. I am always bad at it though I know how to play. HUMPH. But I'm good at blackjack but nobody wanna play that game. ERGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-736877052186139027?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/736877052186139027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=736877052186139027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/736877052186139027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/736877052186139027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-lame-year.html' title='Chinese Lame Year'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S3rJntbgmRI/AAAAAAAABkk/FZNFzo5ksoo/s72-c/k.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-5395618086840336202</id><published>2010-02-12T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:30:12.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>barbaric</title><content type='html'>http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/jan/08/malaysia-churches-firebomb-attack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-5395618086840336202?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5395618086840336202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5395618086840336202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5395618086840336202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5395618086840336202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/barbaric.html' title='barbaric'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-3183494897633862534</id><published>2010-02-12T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:06:00.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.D.</title><content type='html'>went out with jul and nan. waited an hour and a half for that dummy nan to arrive. grrr. it was suppose to be a big surprise for jul when nan stands there all ready with the mat and food but it's OK. It turned out fine. went to see the horses and some idiot drove out at the same time. GRRR. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so moody all the time these days. I hope it's PMS and I wish for it to be over. it's like, I just don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to be with anyone. I don't want to be asked questions by anyone. I just want to be left alone. Well, I have exceptions like Nandita and some friends but having people like that *toot* maid that CAN'T SHUT HER HALF-WIT PIEHOLE and someone else who can';t stop telling me what to do and some other childish idiot around, GRRRRRRRRR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-3183494897633862534?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3183494897633862534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=3183494897633862534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/3183494897633862534'/><link rel='self' 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sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You're better then the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I'm lucky just to linger in your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Completely unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Even when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somehow you come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Just like a flower poking the sidewalk crack and just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You steal away the rain and just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, updates? Nan and I have been calling each other a lot and I'm really looking forward to he-he-he..something which is coming up soon. You'll hear about it and see loads of pictures about it. I promise. The girl talks? I'm loving it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told about some insomnia thing in me? But lately, I keep stuffing myself with fruits so that I sleep with a full stomach. But I always do it healthily. So it's always fruits that I stuff in. And now, I can't stop sleeping!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I stared into his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;long lashes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; brown eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, watch his&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; tall &lt;/span&gt;lanky and &lt;b&gt;buffed&lt;/b&gt; up body walking towards me. Saying&lt;i&gt; hi&lt;/i&gt;. when it was just the two of us, we talked and everytime he says something, it makes me smile and laugh. Trying to hold it all in makes my lungs just wanna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He caught me laughing and always asked why? But behind that smile, there's always that heart. Behind that heart, there's always &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SCRATCH THAT&lt;/span&gt;. something waiting to be....I don't know what I'm saying. &lt;b&gt;JULIET MESSED IT ALL UP&lt;/b&gt;. Every morning wishes he made just sweeps me off my feet. Every smile he portrayed, every look he gave, ooh, that's just making me high just thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then again, he's a nobody. A smoker. An asshole. Sigh. We sorta made a riding date. :) But that will take forever to come true.  Cause I'm leaving Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but the way he praised me and notices the things about me, GOSH. and they way he said 'good girl' MAN I CAN'T HELP FALLING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-3087392841005512845?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3087392841005512845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=3087392841005512845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/3087392841005512845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/3087392841005512845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-5750455260743570289</id><published>2010-02-08T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:55:18.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferry Across Dreamland</title><content type='html'>I think I know where I got my genes for doing stupid things when I'm tired now. It's from my mum. Today, she was so freaking tired in the morning cause she was painting the walls of the house all by herself. (she refused to let me help her even though she's horrible at painting.....). So, when we went out for breakfast, she kept screaming for me to brake while I was driving.....grrrr, OK, that's sorta usual...and I had to go sarcastic with her to make her stop; like saying, OMG THE VAN (which is 100m away from me) IS THERE SHOULD I BRAKE NOW??????????????? And during breakfast, when her huge bowl of noodles came, mum paid &lt;b&gt;40 cents&lt;/b&gt; for her food. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. She didn't even realize it until the waitress was like, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FORTY CENTS??&lt;/span&gt;" HAHAHAHHAHA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back from horse-riding and went nuts over herbs. I'm so transferring some of them to KL when  I go there. I can;t live without&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; herbs &lt;/span&gt;in my place!!!!! I planted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;basil &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm looking around for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;coriander&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;thym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;now. I want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;OREGANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; smells just like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;oregano&lt;/span&gt; so it's fine.. I heard we can't get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;oregano&lt;/span&gt; here. Ooh and maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;parsley&lt;/span&gt; too!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went back upstairs to my room after heating up my overnight pasta for lunch. I added '&lt;i&gt;potted herbs and gardening tools'&lt;/i&gt; to my list of stuff to bring to KL when I move in there after&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Chinese New Year. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then, I saw this note I remember writing last night while I was suffering from insomnia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keyboard? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Keyboard?????????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;What keyboard???????????????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I spent my lunchtime thinking why in the world did I even write keyboard into my list.......till now, I still don't know...but I remember I told myself that it's very important this early morning (2am), ERGH I hate not being able to sleep. I was using my head too much before I slept so from now on, maybe I think I shouldn't play Wii at night cause it makes my brain activity high. I should let it slow down already after evening. But I think I can't help myself from going online so I gotta go online at night, maybe just awhile to do some boring stuff; hopefully it'll make me sleepy (it usually does). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I DID WHATEVER HECK I THOUGHT WOULD HELP ME SLEEP...I didn't play Wii at night. I watched SB at night cause it;s like my bedtime story and it always makes me sleep. I made sure that I don;t stare at a screen long, unblinking, so I made sure that I even used my laptop in the morning........I drank a cup of milk and ate some bread and tuna before I went to sleep, cause having a full stomach at night may help you to sleep better.. I slept at say, 12am maybe or maybe later, and woke up at about 4am. OMG. I don't know how I can not die anytime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up and went down to have some cereals and milk. Ill try sleeping again this afternoon. OHH, when did it all start? I thought lately I have gotten a lot of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'll go jog for an hour later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I KNOW WHAT THE HELL THE KEYBOARD IS. HAHAHAHAHA. It's the electrical piano? Hahahah, It finally popped into my mind while I was telling Nandita about my dilemma at night while we were having our daily check-ups on one another :) I love her so much. I know it sounds selfish but I'm glad she's bored of her college :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-5750455260743570289?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5750455260743570289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5750455260743570289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5750455260743570289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5750455260743570289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/ferry-across-dreamland.html' title='Ferry Across Dreamland'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-930437016773048854</id><published>2010-02-08T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:38:05.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I'm so bored and I'm just waiting for everyone to come back so I can start have a lil' more fun while I'm in Ipoh. I miss them &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;ALLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I made pasta for myself from Jamie Oliver's cookbook today. Erm, the first one I tried was a simple one but it's different from the way I made it but it's OK. Hmm, funny how the lil' itty bitty pasta like the rice shaped one (whose name I forgot) takes nearly 40 minutes to cook though it has such a high surface area and more exposed to heat.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;There are some stuff which I really don't understand in this world so far, something which science cannot answer. Cool huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;why is it when humans dip themselves into the bath tub or swimming pool etc, our fingers tend to wrinkle up? isn't it real that the substance in our bodies are more concentrated than the water surrounding our bodies and thus, by osmosis, isn't the water suppose to undergo osmosis into our bodies so that our cells will swell up (thus, there shouldn't be any wrinkles and we won't look like dried prunes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;there's one more..which I forgot. BRGHHH. I'll remember it sooner or later. I wanna play Harvest Moon now. :) I'm so damn bored and it's almost winter already.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I REMEMBER IT NOWWWWWWWWWWWW. Malaysia is considered to be located within the Northern Hemisphere. Therefore, at this time: January-February, we should still be following the Northern countries' season, timing, hours of daylight etc. Now, the Northern countries are still having winter.....so, night should be longer than day, right? However, in Malaysia, day time is longer than night (thus showing the Southern Hemisphere's season which is opposite to that of the Northern Hemisphere's). Like now, at almost 8pm, it's still super bright outside my house......&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;explain thattttt!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6934845898352235342-930437016773048854?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/930437016773048854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=930437016773048854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/930437016773048854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/930437016773048854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-614312927286142257</id><published>2010-02-06T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T05:35:45.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The World Needs Now Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hahahah, Indonesia ha removed Obama's statue when he's 10-year-old and holding a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;butterfly&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, I mean it's sorta reasonable too. what has he done for them to make him deserve a statue in that country? No offence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart goes out to this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;dying world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Everyday, people talk of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and not&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;negotiation nor toleration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I mean, we all are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;one kind&lt;/span&gt;, we all make &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt;, we all are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;brother and sisters&lt;/span&gt; in this world, we all are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;careless&lt;/span&gt;, no one is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. In fact,&lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;greedy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;everyone &lt;/b&gt;wants &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;power,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;think about themselves&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; knows&lt;/span&gt; what is right and wrong,&lt;b&gt; everyone&lt;/b&gt; is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;father/mother &amp;amp; son/daughter &amp;amp; cousin &amp;amp; grandson/granddaughter &amp;amp; uncle/aunt to somebody&lt;/span&gt; out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;Killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is not the answer. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not the answer. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fighting and bloodshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; isn't the answer. Why are our leaders so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; these days? I am very sure that they can think for themselves but no, they are blinded by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fear and insecurity&lt;/span&gt;. They are blinded by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;wealth&lt;/span&gt;. They are blinded by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;greed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;God help us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. This is the world we live in now and all the more shall I look upon the day I die, cause I'm waiting upon &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S21vzXbjhQI/AAAAAAAABis/DH9HY3TW3xw/s1600-h/zl8z8n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S21vzXbjhQI/AAAAAAAABis/DH9HY3TW3xw/s320/zl8z8n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435123253559657730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S21vzNcsepI/AAAAAAAABik/KXl4oQlsrfg/s1600-h/vxgscn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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SOME FUCKING IDIOT FINALLY WANTED ME..AND ON THE DAY WHEN MY PARENTS WERE SO SURE OF SENDING ME TO RUSSIA'S RSMU ALREADY. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like cursing till my hair falls out but, *zen mode*, I don't wanna make myself miserable...So, later, I'll talk of the things that I will look forward to to make my life better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more clothes for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FUCKING WANT THAT CAR THAT I'M ENTITLED TO, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TO TELL ME I'M TAKING THAT FUCKING PROTON TO KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eye shadow plate (branded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IKEA-decorations for my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRAVELLING whenever, wherever I want to!!!!!!!!!! and it better be OK!!!!! cause that's what you took away from me when you told me that I'm not going overseas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;language classes. I WANT IT. Don't tell me that I gotta study and all that nonsense. I want this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOunding like a total brat but WTH, you just crushed my hopes. Goodbye Russian hotties. Goodbye snow. Goodbye hot winter clothing. Goodbye freedom and wild life. Goodbye beautiful infrastructures and suroundings. And hello Malaysia........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-4573170723720924889?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4573170723720924889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=4573170723720924889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4573170723720924889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4573170723720924889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/crushed.html' title='Crushed'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6450346032875070606</id><published>2010-02-04T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:52:38.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Updates.</title><content type='html'>oh, I better not forget to write about muma nd I playing guitar and singing together and also about thefact that if I go to Russia, my college has a lot of Russian...like, in my class...YAYYYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6450346032875070606?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6450346032875070606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6450346032875070606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6450346032875070606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6450346032875070606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-updates.html' title='Diary Updates.'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2147117933021387796</id><published>2010-02-04T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:19:56.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;now all our memories they're haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;we were always meant to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;even with our fists held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;it never would've worked out right yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;we were never meant for do or die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;i didn't want us to burn out i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;didn't come here to hold you, now  can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I want you know that it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;where we take this road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;and I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;but I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;but I know you'll find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;doesn't that always make you want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;you know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;and I want you to know couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;but I want you to move on, so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;you can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I;m already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;there's no moving on so I;m already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Already gone (x6) yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;now all our memories they're haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;we were always meant to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;and I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;but I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;you can't make it feel right when you know that it;s wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Im already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;there's no moving on so I;m already gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2147117933021387796?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2147117933021387796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2147117933021387796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2147117933021387796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2147117933021387796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-all-things-we-wanted-now-all.html' title='Already Gone'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2399606303906256287</id><published>2010-02-04T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T04:05:48.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember</title><content type='html'>I remember the times in school when Nan and I use to have; the times when I pushed her down the chair after she did the same to me. Man, it was so hard for us to get angry at one another, though that happened at times...we never were angry for a long time....I remember the times when she give me lil' trinkets of her thoughts in &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;writing and hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I remember the times we spent laughing and talking about boys etc. I remember all the stupid things we did that couldn't make us stop laughing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering the embarrassing moments I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;with this Italian guy&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHHAH but thank God in the end, he wasn't really a nice person..so it was OK that I embarrassed myself cause I was never gonna talk to him again. he's a &lt;i&gt;perv&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering the times I asked someone who thought I was new in church like, "Where's Jackee?" cause it has been awhile since I saw and talked to him and he's a nice witty guy, and the reply I got was, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;You know..Jackee has a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;?" That was so freaking embarrassing to me cause it's like......was that what it looks like all these while when I was talking to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the times when the German dudes came to the school. And how&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; I turned when that idiot's damn hands were near my boobs (he saw my face) cause his stupid microphone was like stuckkkkkkkk. DAMN IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I'm trying to recall as much things as possible. I really gotta feeling that my mind is turning cuckoo; not being able to remember at the age of 19. GOSH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, I just came back from horse riding and I started helping mum to patch up the whole house with white cement. I am pretty good around the house cause of my dad's genes I guess. And after doing the ground floor, damn I'm so tired. I still have upstairs to do and my skin at my finger is already peeling cause I used it to scrape the sides cause it's much faster that way and I'm so tired. And I started saying dumb things that really don't make sense when I come to think of it. I saw a lizard and I told my mum, "Mum....can you do the lizard?" and she was like, "Why should I &lt;b&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt; the lizard????" (I'm very sure y'all readers are such dirty minded freaks). And I was like, "Mum come and tell the lizards to go away...." (I sound like an innocent lil' girl..HAHAHAH...tell the lizard I said.....HAHAHAH). And my mum came and said, "Shhh.." at the lizard who didn't budge so I swinged the door and it went up to the wall. So since I'm an official PETA member now, I gotta be more protective towards animals and I thought mum was coming with some spray to kill the lizard and I quickly shouted, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FLY AWAY LIZARDDDDDDDD FLY AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" I stopped and thought how dumb I was getting and just shut up for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2399606303906256287?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2399606303906256287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2399606303906256287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2399606303906256287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2399606303906256287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-remember.html' title='I Remember'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-4212861289716952416</id><published>2010-02-01T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:13:01.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long County Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, grandpa called from Sitiawan (mother's hometown) saying he was very sick. So yesterday, after work, mum and I drove down to his home and brought some medicine with us. ON the way there, I fell asleep. Ooh, my upper body hurts like crazy, especially my lower arms and the muscles around my shoulder blades. I was active on boxing for two days and &lt;b&gt;BRGHHH&lt;/b&gt; there I said it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to sound like a horse...hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, talking about that, I did some&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; cantering &lt;/span&gt;today again. It has been years since I did one and the first time, it was scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S2fOLrpxERI/AAAAAAAABdc/f6WMTqOpQGA/s1600-h/Pearl_cantering.85210428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S2fOLrpxERI/AAAAAAAABdc/f6WMTqOpQGA/s320/Pearl_cantering.85210428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433538175537582354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S2fOLFSnRVI/AAAAAAAABdU/6Ricact6UM0/s1600-h/Cond+Tequilla+cantering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S2fOLFSnRVI/AAAAAAAABdU/6Ricact6UM0/s320/Cond+Tequilla+cantering.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433538165239924050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But luckily I didn't fall off the horse. Later on, I was OK at it. George (the horse) today was rather moody. And I didn't even get carrots for him. In fact, I brought a whole load of cucmbers......I learnt that horses &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;hate cucumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Many of them showed faces at me after chewing them, but many were &lt;i&gt;pigs&lt;/i&gt;.......they just ate without sniffing. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so back to the travelling story, we just went there for an hour and we headed home again.....OMG right? It was a two-hour drive since mum was driving her new Exora and she really love that car a lot and don't wanna get into any accidents (she didn't wanna believe me that she was a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;horrigibible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; driver who has slow reaction...). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I turned on the music from my iPod and even briefed mum on how to download music....I bet she will have to ask me again someday if she ever have an iPod. I think I shan't buy her an iPod Nano, but I'll burn a lot of songs into disc with her...hmmm, I don't know which should be better. The iPod will just make her hearing worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we sang along to many oldies that I downloaded and it was cool. When I got home, dad was already back. Then, he told me that I might be going to Russia to study. :( The one thing I really wanted was to study in some place where there's very little or no Malaysians at all and yea, like I always thought it would happen to me, I'm going to a place in Moscow where the university is FILLED WITH MALAYSIANS. I was very upset about it. Cause in my opinion, what's the damn point of going overseas if I am gonna be surrounded with people who are exactly the same from where I come from???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after a lot of thinking, I thought that I should be a more grateful person. Studying overseas is actually a bonus already. And I don't wanna be some ungrateful brat. Plus, the environment is a change, only the people....and I already promised myself that I won't build the wall-of-stuck-upness-and-vanity against people until I really give them a chance to get to know me and vice versa. So, OK, I'll befriend Malaysians there... and the people will be something like the ones I experience in KL, only more whities on the roads...so..OK...fine... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-4212861289716952416?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4212861289716952416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=4212861289716952416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4212861289716952416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Two Is Better Than One</title><content type='html'>I remember what you wore on our first day&lt;div&gt;you came into my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I thought hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know this could be something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause everything you do and words you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know that it all takes my breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now I'm left with nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so maybe it's true, that I can't leave without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make it hard for breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of you and everything's OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally now, believing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe it's true, that iI can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well maybe two s better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's so much time, to figure out the best in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember what you wore on our first day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You came into my life and I thought hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's true that I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's so much time to figure out the best in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm thinking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause baby two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's so much time to figure out the best in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've figured out with all that's said and done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two is better than one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-5309122767198178532?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5309122767198178532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5309122767198178532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5309122767198178532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5309122767198178532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-remember-what-you-wore-on-our-first.html' title='Two Is Better Than One'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1392793956762883138</id><published>2010-01-29T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T05:20:16.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm laughin' with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after&lt;br /&gt;After the life we've been through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know there IS A LIFE after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&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:verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;*edited*&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/6934845898352235342-1392793956762883138?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1392793956762883138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2933701522117885765</id><published>2010-01-29T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T05:12:32.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know this isn't what I wanted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never thought it'd come this far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just thinking back to where we started&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and how we lost all that we are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were young and times were easy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I could see it's not the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm satnding here but you don't see me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd give it all for that to change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I don't want to lose her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't wanna let her go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Standing out in the rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;need to know if it's over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause I would leave you alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I;m flooded with all this paiin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;knowing that I'll never hold her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like I did before the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with every strike of lightning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;comes a memory that lasts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and not a word is left unspoken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as the thunder starts to crash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I should give up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Standing out in the rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;knowing that it is over cause I would leave you alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm flooded with all this pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;knowing that I'll never hold her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like I did before the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;trying to keep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the lights from going out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the clouds from ripping out my broken heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they always say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a heart is not a home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;without the one who gets you through the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;standing out in the rain &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;knowing that it's really over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;please don't leave me alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm flooded with all this pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;knowing I'll never hold ya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like I did before the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like I did before the storm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey those thinking that I'm still sad..haha, no way. I'm posting a lot of songs that I like. I seem to like sad love songs. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2933701522117885765?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2933701522117885765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2933701522117885765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2933701522117885765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2933701522117885765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-storm.html' title='Before The Storm'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1025246537673876886</id><published>2010-01-27T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:21:16.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oranges From Heaven</title><content type='html'>I dream that I was having oranges and the next day......SOMEONE SENT ME A BOX OF ORANGESSSSSSSSS. wooohooo. That didn't happen actually. I was just bored and lame. There was a box of oranges but it was for my mum. An I didn't dream of oranges.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Only hot boys.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So....what was I saying....oh ya..oranges...*clears throat* that's all the story was about. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For mum's birthday, Chloe, I forgot to wish my mum for you. Hahahaha. But it's OK. I wil tell her one day if I remember. But I'm sure all she'll say is thank you and maybe, if she's &lt;i&gt;'nyanuk' &lt;/i&gt;, she'll wish you a happy birthday too. Oh, talking about her being&lt;i&gt; nyanuk.&lt;/i&gt;....and &lt;i&gt;manja&lt;/i&gt;.........I yelled at her today cause she kept complaining in a ncie way about my results for SAM. And I got so pissed and I already told her the many reasons why I didn't score well. I even told her that I was stupid to make her feel happy and she just wants me to repeat it over and over and over again to make me feel worse and more stupid. So, I yelled and she said, "I know you told me already I just forgot..I'm &lt;i&gt;nyanuk&lt;/i&gt;. I;m gonna tell Wing Yin that you scolded your mother....." I was like................WHAT????? (we were on our way to Wing Yin's place to buy some TV cabinet). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, so for her birthday last Monday, I gave her a hug in the morning and wished her and after she came home from work at night, I stuck 10 candles all over her slice of walnut cake and made her blow out all the candles at once and make a wish before that. her wish probably won't come true. One, because she told me what her wish was. Two, she didn't get to blow out all the candles in one blow. HAHAHAHHA. She wished that I will go into IMU. Hahahaha I could actually read her lips but she told me herself so, HAHAHAHAH IT WON'T WORK NOW MOTHA!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I looked around for her blood-red lipstick that she loves wearing cause when she comes home, Iwas hoping to make her stand on a chair with a red ribbon tied over her head (like from under the chin to the top of her head with a bow at the top) and with tthe red lipstick all over her lips; and coloured over the lines of her lips....HAHAHAHAHA and then, sing her the happy birthday song and then letting her make her wish and then blow her candles.  But I couldn't find the lipstick and dad said, "Do you want her to feel loved or embarrass her??" My heart screamed out, "I WANNA MAKE IT FUN FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!" hahaha oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hmm, today I went out for dinner with my grandparents and had a lot of sea snails which were horrible now that I come to think of it. In the beginning, they tastes good. But after eating like 40+ that has green slime and then, in addition to the fact that my grandpa told me that I'm eating also the shit of the snails. UGHHHHHHH *PUKES* I feel so sick now but I'm not the kind of person that pukes my food out due to the way I was brought up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, WANNA BECOME AN ACTIVIST IN ANIMAL RIGHTS? JOIN PETA ASIA!!!! www.PETAAsiaPacific.com&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; GO THERE AND SIGN UP. IT'S FREE :)&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/6934845898352235342-1025246537673876886?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1025246537673876886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1025246537673876886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1025246537673876886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1025246537673876886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/oranges-from-heaven.html' title='Oranges From Heaven'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-5191704628411794812</id><published>2010-01-22T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:32:38.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Addict</title><content type='html'>My laptop was suppose to be down. And I was suppose t take it fr repair like last week. I had to suffer for so long without my fast-speed laptop and thus, I was drwan towards my Wii and I started getting addicted to it again. In the beginning, my addiction died when I came back from Phuket but now, it's getting wilder. Yesterday, I....shhhhhhh...I slept at about 4-5am and woke up at 10 am. I starting playing from 10 am the day before too until I slept. It was a long 20 hour stretch and mannnnnnnnnnnn, it felt good. I wasn't even sleepy. But now I am. Gah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got to customize my Tumblr account but I'm gonna start using it later on. Now, I am just too tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.lopsidedradiohead.tumblr.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played the guitar and sang songs with mum the other day in my room before she went out for a movie with her friends. OOHHHHHHH did I tell post about it? It's so weird for me to hear that my parents are going out with their friends for a movie at 10+ pm and it's a midnight show. And they just bought a ticket like the day before (old people book loooooooonnnnnnnnngggggg before the date so they can get good seats) and they're sitting like at the front rows..........weird........THANK GOD I watched. I don;t wanna hang out with those youngsters wanna-be. Just kidding. But still weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-5191704628411794812?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5191704628411794812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5191704628411794812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5191704628411794812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5191704628411794812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/wii-addict.html' title='Wii Addict'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2497917853738074673</id><published>2010-01-20T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:10:13.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Kinds Of Teardrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there are two kinds of teardrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that I know you can cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one is known as lonely teardrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they come when lovers say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know the last lover you had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he let you down and treated you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know he made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yeah, I know he made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;those lonely teardrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But there's another kind of teardrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that i know you can cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and they're known as happy teardrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they come from feeling good inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll make you cry those tears of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll mend the heart he nearly destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But don't worry, I'm gonna make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Those happy teardrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know your little heart has suffered vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He hurt you over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But he won't hurt you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so forget the lonely past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the romance that didn't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and dry those lonely teardrops from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cause there's two kinds of teardrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that I know you can cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but they'll be the tears of joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;filling your lovely little eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll make you cry those tears od joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll mend the heart he nearly destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna make you cry, but don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna make you cry those happy teardrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2497917853738074673?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2497917853738074673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-3480143849626418602</id><published>2010-01-20T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:57:47.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please release me, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;for I don't love you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to waste our lives would be a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;release me and let me love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have a new love, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I will always want her near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her lips are warm while yours are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;release me, my darling, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;please release me, can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you'd be a fool to cling to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to live a lie would bring us pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so release me and let me love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-3480143849626418602?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3480143849626418602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=3480143849626418602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/3480143849626418602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;to the Tennessee Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;when an old friend I happen to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;introduced her to my loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and while they were dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my friend stole my sweetheart from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;now I know how much I have lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes I have lost my little darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the night they were playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the beautiful Tennessee Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2657344405602152844?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2657344405602152844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2657344405602152844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2657344405602152844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2657344405602152844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/tennessee-waltz.html' title='Tennessee Waltz'/><author><name>Hao 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align="center"&gt;you made a vow that you would ever be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow that vow meant nothing to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now my broken heart aches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with every wave that breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every love letter in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-1534760495613113239?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1534760495613113239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1534760495613113239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;GUESS WHAT???? I'M STARTING HORSE RIDING AGAIN TOMORROW!!!! I am so freaking excited. OOH, and I'm so gonna loose wait thanks to all the riding, just like last time. Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! So, my laptop is still cuckoo and yesterday, I went hiking with mum. We jogged up the hill a lil' and also walked when we were tired. Man, it was so challenging to do so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, when I was almost at the top, at some garden, soem old man did some 'exercise of his' to run up and down the staircase. To go down, he slid down the railings, which were so gross to me. Erghhhhhh. And mum with her big mouth told everyone that some friend of hers cried while he was going down the hill in Mt Kinabalu. Sheesh. I told her off later on though but, *sigh* what's done is done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh, mum and I talked a lot. She's very sensitive about the changes in me and even asked me what's wrong and stuff though I am not sad...Hmm, every mother knows her child :) bt I'm not sad or anything. I am so over him. So, I told her everything, how I feel about him, and what brought me to this situation, except for the fact that we were once together. Cause she just asked "Are youg uys together?" and I said No...Well, she didn't ask 'were you guys together....' Hahahaha, questions can be tricky but I don't think it's worth the stress, lecture and her being heart broken cause I broke the promise I made to her last year (that I won't date). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During dinner, (which my mum forced onto me), there were cicadas EVERYWHERE and I hate them so much. It's the season now when they come out and breed. ONe flew and hit my leg while I was eating and talking and drinking and everythign and for the first time when I was old (as in a teenager), the first thing I screamed wasn't F*** or AHHHHHHHHHHH or any nonsensical stuff but "MUMMYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!" Aww right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I bought my Guess handbag already and I truly enjoy aprking inside Jusco's compund. It makes things so much easier for me than having the thought of walking all the way back home under the afternoon Sun. I can't wait to go to Kl. I'll tell ym parents that i wanna stay there for a week or so and hang out with my friends there. If I don;t get into IMU, I'll talk about Canada to my parents and start working in Cotton On/Mango/Topshop/Forever 21&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-5072982611423472800?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5072982611423472800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5072982611423472800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5072982611423472800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5072982611423472800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/dinner-and-hike.html' title='Dinner And A Hike'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6371474602894637863</id><published>2010-01-18T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:06:28.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Life</title><content type='html'>I was driving a lot today. And I finally found out that I can park inside of Jusco and get it for free just cause I am a member. Hahaha. I didn't knwo that. OHHHH, and I got my new ID card :) and some Malay guy came up and talk to me. I didn't bother saying bye. Thank God it was almost my turn already when he started talking. I was also about to doze off..so OK, thanks for keeping me awake but I'm not in a friendly mood at that moment....or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter guy was like WAAAA, LOOK AT THOSE NAILS..YELLOW???? warna diraja..... (pffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt) I got so annoyed because...DON'T ASSOCIATE ME WITH WHATEVER DIRAJA THING!!!! Sheesh and he said my new ID pic looks like  kid. Wow, T-h-a-n-k-s....... Whatever, he doesn't have a life. Then, I went back home, played the guitar a lil', drooped by in Deb's place ad got interrogated by this Indian guy who asked me what's my business doing there when I wasn't even parkign in front of his house and I was like, "I'm getting somethign from ym friend,...." I really wanted to be rude and tell him that it's not his business. Really. These people have nothing to do and I'm minding my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Wii a lil' and later fetched sis to the train station :( She's leaving again. Sigh. I promise to get her a nice present  when I'm in KL. :) In Ipoh, there's nothing to buy. OH, I GOT MYSELF MY VERY FIRST GUESS BAG. Yay. I love the paper bag too. And while I was driving today, heck, there's so many policeman around. At one point, I was driving at about 100+ when I was suppose to be driving at 60 and HAHAHAHHA, I quickly slowed down and drive as if the policeman was dumb. And I pressed on the brake of course to slow down and I never thought that the policeman could see the red lights from the back of my car. Sheesh. But they didn't stop me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is useless. Argh and some dumbo is so annoying and I finally got back at him. I'm just so annoyed. Still searching for a good anme for my new Tumblr account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK TO KL. I'M DYING HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6371474602894637863?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6371474602894637863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6371474602894637863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6371474602894637863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6371474602894637863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/current-life.html' title='Current Life'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1599575159390754944</id><published>2010-01-15T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:13:44.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In God's Hands by Nelly Furtado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I looked at your face I saw that all the love had died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw that we had forgotten to take the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I, I saw that you couldn't care less about what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't care less about the lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You couldn't find the time to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We forgot about love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We forgot about faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We forgot about trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We forgot about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now our love's floating out the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love's floating out the back door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love's floating up in the sky in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where it began back in God's hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said that you had said all that you had to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said baby it's the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we gave a lot but it wasn't enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got so tired that we just gave up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't respect it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went and neglected it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't deserve it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I never expected this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love floated out the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love floated out the back door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love floated up in the sky to heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's part of a plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's back in God's hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in God's hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It didn't last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a thing of the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh we didn't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just what we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I want it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just what we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I want it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh just what we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-1599575159390754944?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1599575159390754944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1599575159390754944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1599575159390754944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1599575159390754944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-gods-hands-by-nelly-furtado.html' title='In God&apos;s Hands by Nelly Furtado'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-8163988011928190889</id><published>2010-01-15T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:00:21.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I Forever Not</title><content type='html'>I think I'm coping well after Parham and I broke up. We both had our reasons and we're big enough to think for ourselves. I think this is for the better. For the first time in a very long time, I was happy when I was all alone. I had a lot of things to do around me which caught my attention (like my instruments which I've neglected). I thought of life ahead. I thought of him. I thought of all the songs but I didn't wanna read my entries in my diary (It's just not now) and the songs played on the radio ddin't help much when it came to forgetting him. I don't think I can take it right now. I have the best friends in the world around me always lending a shoulder for me to cry on, but I just don't seem to wanna talk like how I always want to when I face problems. I have my family but no, I don't want to even hear the phrase 'I told you so'. I can imagine what my mum, dad and sis and my grandfather will say. It's not that simple. You just don't know how much it hurts but the worst is over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I do seem to remind me of you. But we weren't meant to be cause I just can't take it much longer when you are that way and well, to be honest, you &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; what I always wanted. Till you got depressed. Optimism and pessimism just don't mix. I wanted to help but you wouldn't let me. I had problems to sort as well. As I've said, we're grown people now and there are things only we ourselves can determine, change and do without anyone's help. And I don't know about you but I will be OK and I'm glad we had the moments. I'm glad we met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't make this about you cause it was about us. I had a song made long ago, written by me and I even had the tune already long ago. I'll post it soon enough. Now all I am accompanied with is my music. I started a whole new life and I am a wee bit excited about what's ahead of me in time. I just know that my life is gonna get better and better and greater things are yet to come because my life serves a purpose in this world and I wasn't made to be just another human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-8163988011928190889?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8163988011928190889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=8163988011928190889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8163988011928190889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8163988011928190889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-and-i-forever-not.html' title='You and I Forever Not'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-4973488111876159095</id><published>2010-01-13T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:37:43.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket Trip</title><content type='html'>First Day&lt;div&gt;I woke up so darn early this morning for the journey to Penang. I am so tired. Had breakfast there in Penang with dad's friend and I ordered 'Char Kuay Kak'. I told the woman that i was sitting on table 3 but she came along to my table with 3 plates of noodles. Gerrrrr. Dang it. Thank God I didn't have to finish more than one plate. Went to the aiport early (my family loves doing that and i hate it so much). Hung around doing nothing and finally resorted to Coffee Bean. I shopped around for alcohol and dad said that he'll buy the Absolute Vodka Vanilla for me when we get back :) Yay. I boarded the plane called Firefly. It's a really small plane and it was scary cause you can really feel the movements. BUt I got use to it. In the beginning, they had songs like 'Celebration' played before the plane took off and some woman started to sing along which was so cool but I don't think anyone knew the lyrics. I managed to fall asleep for awhile only in the plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I landed in Phuket Airport and we were looking for that guy who was suppose to ferry us here and there. And he was standing behind three white guys who were promoting their stuff too. Someone pointed at the guy behind them and one of them got so excited as we pointed and said, 'thereeeeeee!!!' and he went like, "YES!!!!!!!!!!" loudly and only saw us walking pass him. I can't help laughing. There's a Malay area in Phuket but they don;'t know how to speak Malay. They are Malays though. Then, we saw how pearls were made and also cashew nuts. Cashew nut drink tastes really good. We went to the Shooting Range later on and I used 2 types of guns. It5 was cool. The guy who was teaching me was so afraid that I'll drop the gun or do whatever with the gun even when the gun didn't have bullets. Sheesh. Womanizer. I can hold a gun OK!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White fathers who takes good care of their kids are really turning me on. HAHAHAHHAA. I just love watching them. I watched the FantaSea show. In my opinion, I find that it was boring. Unless you like watching poor baby elephants perform and cultural shows which you might not even understand and watching Thai dances then yea, by all means, buy a VIP ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and today, I only managed to get 5 hours of sleep. Ugh. So beat. I woke up at 5:45 am today cause mum shone a torchlight at my face!!!!!!!!! Argh.I went down for early breakfast and the food was erm, just OK..........Nothign very impressive. My heart and soul is dying to relax on the beach and not rush through my itenarary. This wasn't really what I wanted. I wanna relax!!!!!! I was brought to the jetty by a speedboat. Ah, I basked in the Sun with a lot of white poeple and that was relaxing. :) Until some Indians came. Erghhhhhhh. I WOULDN'T MIND THEM IF THEY DIDN'T BLOCK MY VIEW, BLOCK THE SUN, KEPT TAKING PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF ME.....ARGHHHHHHHHHHH CAN I HAVE SOME PEACE???????????? I was annoyed so I went down and sat with my family until they left in the second stop. Hung around for an hour and my family and I went out to chat while getting hairbrushed by salted wind :) Dad was telling about how he should have gotten the bigger gun and he wanna shoot standing up next time. And he said, while he did the actions, that he wanna turn behind and suddenly jump and turn 180 degrees and start shooting at the target and when he did the actions, HAHAHAHAHHAA, he turned around and used his both hands as guns and starting making the shooting sound and guess what????? he was shooting at an Indian guy that was walking towards us to pass to the other side. he got so startled and scared that he stood in shock and then quickly turned back and went another way. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached Phi Phi Island in an hour and a half. It consists of 6 limestone islands overall. Stopped at one to snorkel. The corals weren't impressive. the best i have ever seen were the ones in Redang Island, Malaysia. Nothing can beat that so far. We were brought to another island for lunch. I bought a new bikini (it's black and tube like at the top). Yay. Waiting for a gorgeous monokini and a thong-bikini too. Finally talked to that British guy whom I sat with on the way to the jetty. Sunbathed a  lil' more. Had a nice hot bath in the bathtub before I went to see the town. Mum and dad started to be very open about somebody. I was caught by surprise that they started referring him as my **. I was like...erm....OK, I didn't admit yet though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast, I went to another jetty with a long pier. It took a damn long time before it set sail. Ergh. I was getting so impatient already. Went to Pinak Island(not so sure of the spelling), Hong Island and lastly, James Bond Island. I love the canoeing. i asked the guide to let me cano and he did. He made me some roses to using some kinda dried leaf he found and gave em to me :) Sweet. While I was canoeing and the others, swimming in JAmes Bond Island (I don't wanna swim because everytime people flush the toilet, the stuff goes straight into the sea...), I saw a HUGE RED JELLYFISH swimming maybe 2 meters away from my family. I screamed and told mum to swim away (cause she can't swim fast so its best to alert her first), and I watched it go away fro my family. Soon, I went back on board. Oh, before I reached the boat, some guy was like calling me from deep int he water and since there was a jellyfish nearby, I rowed to him and alerted himt hat there's a huge red jellyfish and he laughed at me cause in the beginning I asked him if he needed help (he was wearing a life jacket for goodness sake), and probably he wasn't even calling me...(I was just being nice....) and he responded by telling me that he doesn't know what I'm saying. Pfffttt. Wasting my breath. Later, I found out his nationality through his language. I was tired. I sunbathed at the bow of the boat and that was cool too. Met a Danish couple :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, I went to the Simon Cabaret (Cah-bah-ray) Show. IT WAS AWESOME. Wow, I can go lesbian for those erm, should I say men/woman. The show was funny especially when the guy/girl drowned another guy's face in his/her boobs. HAHAHAHA. And that guy/girl loves kissing other men. I had dinner in Hard Rock Cafe. It was cool. Took pics with the live band but it wasn't clear. Plus, I look fat in it. I bought a cap  too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey to Khao Lak (mainland) took almost 2 hours. We went for an elephant ride into the jungle and it was awesome. I rode on an ATV!!!! It was cool. Dad kept banging into the sides HAHAHAHAHAH. Mum was worrying for the wrong person. I screamed when I went through a small bum, which was embarrassing. Oh, I rode an elephant named Kii and she's so cute. She kept asking for treats when I was dividing the bananas I saved from breakfast for the two elephants. When the elephant was going downhill, OMG, my thighs were sweating llike crazy and it felt as if I were to slide down from my seat!!!!!! ARGHHHH. There were large spiders and a viper too!!!! And the guide wanted to catch one of the big ugly spiders for me to see and I had to scream again and teared a bit cause I was so darn afraid. How embarrassing. Later, I sat at the elephant's neck but it didn't follow my orders. HAha. Not surprising. There are elephant rides in the Kata region as well but I don't think they go so deep into the jungle like this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, I went for parasailing on the beach. It was so cool. I just ran and soon I was up in the air. I told them that I wanted them to bring me up and down and up and down while I was in the air but they didn't. Sheesh. Oh, while Iw as flying, I saw this big ovalish shape in the water. I thought it was a large bunch of corals but no....it was moving......it looks like a HUGE turtle!!!!!!!!! I was so amazed and taken aback by God's creation. It was huge from on top OK and nobody seem to realize it..I found out soon enough that I was just a stupid girl with wild imaginations. It was my shadow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a tattoo on my right calf :) It's cool. Well, want some guys and me stories? Nah, don't wanna talk about it :) hehe. I SAW MY THONG BIKINI IN A MALL IN PHUKET AND I WANNA BY IT BUT DAD DIDN'T LET ME CAUSE he said it was too revealing :( maybe next time I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jogged in the morning before breakfast. I braided my hair :) and it has lovely beads in the end.. I almost fell asleep while I was tanning and there were two idiots staring at me. One was tanning himself right beside me and he pretended to snore while he was looking at me. I know cause I ccan see his stupid eyes open behind those glasses while he was under the sun. Sheesh. I tanned meself for 4 hours in total today.I got a sunburn already. And my back has some odd patternbecause of my bikini. Damn, should have untied the knots. I went for water scooter with dad. Saw so many huge red jellyfish again and I was so scared that I might fall into the water with them all around me. I kept dreaming of that at night. Water in Thai tastes horrible and the toilet seat in Baumanburi Resort is ergh. so uncomfortable. I got a knuckle duster though :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixth Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So freaking cold in the hotel room. I woke up shivering and cursing that the blanket is so tightly tucked in at the sides of the bed. I ripped it off of course. Before going to the airport, we went to a 'Porntip Shop' (hahahahahhaha) which actually sells food. Hahaha. Sleepy still. Checking out all the girls' clothing and dressing. The tip is to get skinny first and I am determined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-4973488111876159095?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4973488111876159095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=4973488111876159095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4973488111876159095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4973488111876159095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/phuket-trip.html' title='Phuket Trip'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2473644224959256285</id><published>2010-01-06T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:10:53.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raving Rabbids Mania</title><content type='html'>to be honest, i wrote a lot of stuff and expanded the short listed thing. Ah, but it's gone cause I don't know. I think I accidentally highlighted the whole text cause of my ultra-sensitive keyboard and touch pad and deleted it when I countinued typing so, NEXT TIME!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just elaborated more on the shortlisted stuff and said how much I missed my besties like Jac, Deb, Lyn, Nan, Chloe, Jul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I LOVE RAVING RABBIDS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S0Sn1ZETVkI/AAAAAAAABdM/zraW7gb-J7s/s1600-h/rabbids+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S0SnZLYeatI/AAAAAAAABcE/OPvbAwK0hts/s320/rabbid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423643902254934738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2473644224959256285?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2473644224959256285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2473644224959256285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2473644224959256285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2473644224959256285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/raving-rabbids-mania.html' title='Raving Rabbids Mania'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/S0Sn1ZETVkI/AAAAAAAABdM/zraW7gb-J7s/s72-c/rabbids+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2852693267201438293</id><published>2010-01-03T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:49:59.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Listed</title><content type='html'>him me, german, dinner where i waited an hour for the ppl to decide where to eat and i am dead tired. drove, tired since mmorning. unhappy tired, nemo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2852693267201438293?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2852693267201438293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2852693267201438293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2852693267201438293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2852693267201438293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-listed.html' title='Short Listed'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2940050225506201819</id><published>2009-12-31T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T08:12:29.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the City</title><content type='html'>I boarded the train really early in the morning. I gave the wrong ticket tot he station master and he sounded so furious. I was so confused cause I have 3 different tickets in my hand and I was so afraid that I might lose them and create a big fuss when I travel the day after. Hahaha. So, I gave him the right ticket later on and found out that I was sitting at the wrong place but that God it's the right coach. I met this friendly and cool woman from UK but she whispered that she came from UK. Hehehe. Cute. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I ended up in Subang and hung out with Benny. We went to One Utama and shopped. And talked a lot. One the way back, we couldn't find his car and aiyo, I think I am bewitched every time I go to One Utama. I will always get lost and need a long time to look for the car. I slept really early that night after he brought me back to my apartment. I slept at 11pm. I knew that this would happen later on. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep anymore. DAmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. But I just closed my eyes and counted the sheeps that I imagined and thank God I slept later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I woke up at 9am and cleaned up my room while waiting for time to pass. It was sooooooooooooo disgusting. OMG. I really felt sick. In the interview I met another 3 other cool people; Samantha, Reza and Edward. The nterview was good. I think I did pretty well but I do hope they take me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I paked up and left for KL Central. Waited for say 30 minutes for the train. I was there early actually but it was still delayed by 15 minutes. Ergh. Stupid train.I listened to a lot of love songs which didn't help at all when it came to missing Hamidreza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was back in Ipoh, everyone made a scene as if I was just out of a jungle in Africa and when I was lost there, I only had a slice of bread to eat. OMG. I am so full so I didn't eat. I hiked up to the mid section of Kledang Hill cause I was so guilty of my fatnesss. There, I had fishballs. Damn. (Heaven = fishballs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my parent's old friends started talking dirty and it was so funny. I laughed like crazy and they wanted to tell people that they're on top of the hill, or at least trying to scare people so they made this CLEVER IDEA to move the torchlight in circles so that the people in the city who has nothign to do (that time there were fireworks already) but look up towards the hill will think that the flashlight is a UFO....lame but they didn't stop even after I stared at them. O guess they couldn't see my face. We satrted the hike at 11pm. Yes, it was night time. I'll put in all my pictures later, say tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some dummy trew firecrackers into the jungle and I really felt like bashing him up because of his daftness. WHAT IF THE WHOLE DARN JUNGLE BURNS DOWN THEN WHAT!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2940050225506201819?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2940050225506201819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2940050225506201819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2940050225506201819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2940050225506201819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/journey-to-city.html' title='Journey to the City'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-311306908715992968</id><published>2009-12-28T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:52:23.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii and Mii</title><content type='html'>I got up at 10 am...OHHHH THAT'S A RECORD!!!!!! I wanted to sleep as much as possible but my mind seem to wake me up early, no matter how late I slept. Gah. So, I took a bath and everything, dressed up in skinnies and heels :) and went out into the world. I did my "chores" for the day. I went to the bank; spent some time there cause some woman was so confused about my documents and my age and everything, ergh. Then, I went back to my high school to collect my certificate from the government and guess what.....after graduating from high school for a year, the government still hasnt printed my cert yet.....OMG, HOW INEFFICIENT CAN THEY BE....&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I went to Yik Foong, the place where I bought my Wii and changed my Raving Rabbids game. Man, I was really looking forward to playing it but it keeps getting jammed in my Wii. Oh, to find that place was horrible. I was stuck in a traffic congestion.....CONGESTION IN IP OH??????????????????????????? WOW, that would be a keeper. I decided to make an illegal U-turn at some point cause I don't wanna be stuck in a traffic congestion and later on finding out that I went to the wrong direction, so I basically gave up already and decided to head home. But on the way home, I found the place. Hehe. I almost knocked a car when I swayed to get a parking lot. OMG. And I had trouble parking the car...I was good at parking but I guess I was under a lot of stress from the traffic rushing here and there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All afternoon, I was playing my Wii until 1:36 am this morning. Man, I am so tired. The game I liked best is the Biggest Loser game. Wow, what great work out. I was really feeling it in my legs and arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-311306908715992968?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/311306908715992968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=311306908715992968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/311306908715992968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/311306908715992968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/wii-and-mii.html' title='Wii and Mii'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7568040179387871185</id><published>2009-12-27T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:52:34.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hik Dikkory Hike</title><content type='html'>I woke up to a bright early beautiful Sunday morning and I went out for breakfast with my parents and their friends and we all talked and laughed and everything. Then, dad brought me to town to buy my late birthday present...a Wii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 22 games, 2 sets of controllers, 2 sets of the extra sensitivity controller thingie, a console, and a balance board. All for 1.5k. It seems ok. The games are addictive. Oh, in the afternoon, I hiked with my parents and their friends all the way to the top of the hill. On the way down, omg, my knee hurt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, came back, played some more..OH, I FELT SO DARN HAPPY WHEN THAT GUY FROM PENANG PRAISED MY COOKING. Hehee, he said that when he tasted it, it totally brought him all the way back to his Europe trip.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-7568040179387871185?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7568040179387871185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7568040179387871185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7568040179387871185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7568040179387871185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/hik-dikkory-hike.html' title='Hik Dikkory Hike'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-4453247148584379369</id><published>2009-12-26T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:11:45.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>hmm, i got up and got my chocolate truffles. and then went out for lunch in Swimming Club and then went shopping for the Christmas gifts for the children and then, came back and started making Swedish Meatballs. I made the yummiest thing everrrrrrrrr!!! Erm, but I didn't make the turkey. Ergh. Don't ask em why. It partly annoys me to the max. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, the dinner party. Rararragh...tried drinking till I'm drunk but I couldn't make it. I just ended up feeling nothing and eager for alcohol. Sheesh. I sound like an alcoholic. So, I gave up and went to sleep. Overall, Christmas wasn't as fun as I expected it to be. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-4453247148584379369?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4453247148584379369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=4453247148584379369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4453247148584379369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4453247148584379369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6709944089291365488</id><published>2009-12-24T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:10:31.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menglembu</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday...hmmm,I woke up at 8 am and sit down on my bed thinking about what I should do about my insomnia. I got my ass (which was covered by a very pretty knicker with a pink ribbon right above my crack--from TopShop) (sorry, that was uncalled for) off the bed and into the kitchen. I whipped up some batter and made funnel cake for myself and my cousins. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later, i met up with Debbie. It was so fun. We talked and talked about a lot of stuff and thought back about the things we did in college, like how we wanted to push Mathias into the pool (he didn't know about it until now). We exchanged gifts. Thanks Debbie. It's really cute. I don't wanna use the beautiful candle but I put it in my display cabinet. You know, the one with the Pokemaon action figures inside? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, I had a lil' argument with dad. And after that, we went to Menglembu together. Each time I go there, I always forget to bring my darn camera. Sheesh. We started walkeing at 8:00pm. It was so cool. I was accompanied by a glowing stick. Hehe. And a flash light. It was nice and dark. I was accompanied of course by a lot of other people. They were my parent's friends and some of them are really funny. I was with David. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way down, we didn;'t take the short cut cause I guess it was just to kill time. David and I hid beside the temple on the way down and guess what? We scared the whole group like shit. hahahahaa. It was so funny. We scared them 3 times. hahahaha. We have some great plans for the future like wearing Halloween masks cause some of them are afraid of ghosts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6709944089291365488?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6709944089291365488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6709944089291365488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6709944089291365488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6709944089291365488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/menglembu.html' title='Menglembu'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2595983539210296160</id><published>2009-12-22T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:45:29.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day In Bukit Jalil for now....</title><content type='html'>After I woke up, I just packed and left the apartment while Daniel and my sister was still sleeping. I got on the train. I took an hour to reach Subang. UGH. I tried not to use KTM but it was unavoidable. I reached Uncle Adrian's house and later walked to Taylor's which I thought was pretty close by...I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Darn Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(thank God for umbrellas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch with Parham during his &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;VERY BIAS LUNCH BREAK WHICH WAS ONLY 20 MINUTES WHILE THE OTHER FAT LAZY WORKERS GOT AN HOUR AND A HALF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I bought some food back for Aunty Alicia. Slept for a lil' while before some dummy called me (he sounded so familiar and I was so confused trying to figure out who he was) and asked me if I was interested in Spanish course....and when he found out that I was sleeping, he laughed his head off out of victory.....it was Parham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived in Tanjung Malim later on. At 9:00pm, the carolers arrived. It was great though the group was smaller than before but it was great. All of us sang until we almost died. I thought it was only me but hahhaa, YAY, my singing wasn't the only one which had problem. I played with my cousins. OMG, they are so darn cute but I didn't get a picture of them except for Hannah's. Had a great time with my family for the pre-Christmas celebration before they left for Hatyai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2595983539210296160?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2595983539210296160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2595983539210296160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2595983539210296160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2595983539210296160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-in-bukit-jalil-for-now.html' title='Last Day In Bukit Jalil for now....'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-802834016698181688</id><published>2009-12-21T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:47:58.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Utama With Jac</title><content type='html'>So, I went to ask the IMU people about my application into IMU and about my interview date and I picked the one right before New Year because hopefully, right after that, I can just shoot straight to Phuket and I will be able to prepare for Christmas celebration at the same time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there and bla bla bla, told the guy my name and aim etc, and later, the guy came up to me and told me that he can't find my form....I WAS SO FREAKING PISSED. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I really wanted to scold him and make him talk to my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But later, after finding and finding and finding while taking glances at my very angry face, he finally found it and set my interview date for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there I went shooting off, ONWARD TO KELANA JAYA to meet up with Jac. Got there after and hour, oh, when I was at the interchange station at Masjid Jamek, ergh, a security guard guy practically guided me to the next station WRONGLY. I also really &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;wanted to beat him up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But I found out that it was my fault. I missed a turning on foot...Pfft. I can't believe I could even do that. Hahahaha.&lt;b&gt; I LOVE LRT. IT'S PRETTY EFFICIENT. AT LEAST BETTER THAN KTM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Jac and I shopped around in One Utama. It was great. I saw a lot of clothes I wanna buy to suit my Phuket trip :) But it's gonna cost. I finally bought my cocktail mixer at 40 bucks. The biggest size even. It's 100+ in Ipoh. I'm pretty happy about the buy. Jac and I watched the Avatar. Such a good movie, as seen pon the trailer. The 3D MOVIE would have been superb. BUt I was running out of cash. Some stupid Malay boy kept kicking my chair even after I told him off. Erghhhhh&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;. I wanted to spray pepper spray on him in front of his stupid no-mannered mother!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Someone blamed me for stealing her money when I didn't. Ergh. Don't bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Parham &lt;i&gt;fong fei kei &lt;/i&gt;on me as Jaclyn calls it. Ergh.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt; I was telling Jac about the fireflies, and ugh, I am so forgetful. This happens to my everytime. After multi-tasking, I will not be able to remember what I was doing before that. Jac and I had a terrible time trying to figure out where the car was. Hahahahaha. Thank God I remembered '123ak Print'. Hahaa. Oh Oh Oh, and in the beginning when Jac and I were looking for the Paddington House of Pancakes, we used the electronic map. And we looked like total dorks cause when we saw the sign that  which says 'We Are Here' and the here was the location of the restaurant, we screamed out the phrase and turned around scouting for the restaurant not knowing that there was also another sign that says 'You Are Here' which indicated our position from the restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was so tired on my way back home. And there was this black guy who said hi and all, we happen to be on the same train and the same block for the apartment. The &lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ift door kept closing on him&lt;/b&gt; as he spoke to me before he left. Hahahaa. But I was a lil' scared. Had my pepper spray on the ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I saw Chloe in One Utama too. Hahaa, such coincidence. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OH, I KNOW NOW ABOUT THE THING I FORGOT.&lt;/span&gt; Do you know all the Chinese people who are bound to traditions are gonna have the crappiest Valentine ever in history...Guess what falls on 14 February 2010??? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FIRST DAY OF CHINESE NEW YEAR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-802834016698181688?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/802834016698181688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=802834016698181688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/802834016698181688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/802834016698181688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-utama-with-jac.html' title='One Utama With Jac'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-598758400153855991</id><published>2009-12-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:20:01.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukit Jalil</title><content type='html'>So, I am now in this sodding place. A lot has happened and I know that I didn't bother writing in but I was just so tired and lifeless when it came to all that. So, hmm, I drove until we reached Tanjung Malim (sometimes, I pity dad for having to go up and down each time I needed to go to KL, he just wouldn't let me use the train but I think he's starting to have second thoughts about it already..HAHA). Hmm, so, the pace is so dirty. I feel like I am bathing in a haunted house but AFTER MY MAID SCRUBS IT TILL IT'S CLEAN, I think it will be fine. I have a bath tub and I am very happy about that :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna meet up with some friends soon I guess. I can't wait. I am dead bored and erm, did I tell you that dad's gonna get me a hang glider?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/Syw3wjvsvwI/AAAAAAAABb8/BmWJ-1FSHds/s1600-h/microlite_glider_pair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/Syw3wjvsvwI/AAAAAAAABb8/BmWJ-1FSHds/s320/microlite_glider_pair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416765759188418306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be so cool but of course, dad's gonna put me through lessons first before he buys me one. Hmm, oh, did I tell you that I am going to Phuket in early January with Jac? Hehehe, I can't wait. It's gonna be so fun. I only wished that mum and dad would hurry in planning the tour for me because it's coming soon and they insisted on a tour but I am gonna customize the tour so it's gonna be so cool. I will only visit the places I want to go to so yea, it's gonna be nice. They keep hoping that I would change my place of travel to somewhere local, not because of the money but because of the safety. Hahahha. OK, that's so not gonna happen. But I did tell them that I will be careful and I will not do anything reckless. I won't drink cause I don't wanna die with erm, liver cirrhosis or something. I texted dad yesterday and told him that I was in a bad mood because of so many thingssssssssssss and mum called later on to comfort me :) Sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my Christmas shopping yesterday in Sunway Pyramid. Wow.it costed me a fortune!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-598758400153855991?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/598758400153855991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=598758400153855991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/598758400153855991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/598758400153855991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/bukit-jalil.html' title='Bukit Jalil'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/Syw3wjvsvwI/AAAAAAAABb8/BmWJ-1FSHds/s72-c/microlite_glider_pair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7904780744336496898</id><published>2009-12-14T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:38:47.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Watching so many episodes of Lost has made me lost...as in not lost in the movie...AS IN REALLY LOST IN THE REAL WORLD. I went to make my new ID. Then, I drove pas a toll and then I saw the sign board that says that I am heading to Kuala Lumpur. Imagine if I drove onwards without thiking for a few hours and then, I'll come to see Subang Jaya and Taylor's College. HAHAHA. That will be so funny and I would have been in such deep shit. Thank God that I actually brought some cash with me cause I wasn't planning to do so in the beginning cause I was just sending my cousin for a haircut in town. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was some good experience I guess. I am bored again and missing someone. Love stories always kill me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-7904780744336496898?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7904780744336496898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7904780744336496898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7904780744336496898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7904780744336496898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1657010697007043436</id><published>2009-12-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:00:59.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>Friday, I went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; again. It was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;bore&lt;/span&gt;......OMG. I almost died there rotting here in Ipoh, rotting there in Subang. &lt;b&gt;I need to travel&lt;/b&gt;. My heart is broken and always I still believe in romance. But so many things and people seem to put me down. Like how Cleo says that guys/girls may be fantasizing about their dream girl/guy who actually don't exist. Honestly, if I were a guy, I would be the most romantic one. I find that guys can only choose to be romantic or handsome in this life...can't be both. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my results are only gonna come out this Wednesday. Ahh, I am a bit nervous. I went back to Subang for Taylor's Open Day and &lt;b&gt;to see Parham&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Hmph.&lt;/i&gt; My Aunt Harrietta has a new beagle puppy. She's Hayley and she's so cute and innocent. MoJo don't seem to have any problems with him. He's a friendly dog. I was done in Taylor's after less than an hour and I was like...ughhhhhhhh, and dad wanted to take me home early. But I grumbled a bit........OK &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;A LOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am preparing to be the cook for this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Ohhh, I wanna cook up a storm. I have already planned out a menu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;STARTERS: prawn cocktail a la mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAIN: roasted turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SIDE: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;stuffed shells with broccoli&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; marinated beef fillet rolled in fresh herbs &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&amp;amp; roast potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DESSERT: Buche De Noel &amp;amp; chocolate cherry trifle trifle / chocolate truffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) I hope it all works well. So, I had to watch &lt;i&gt;New Moon &lt;/i&gt;this season. I told myself that I would not. But at least it doesn't suck as much as how Harry Potter sucks (for those who have read the books cause I have read them all) but I still hate it when people go all crazy over them. AS IN REALLY PSYCHO over Edward Cullen or Jacob cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;1. They are ACTORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;2. They are paid to say those words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;3. The words are not their creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;4. You can never have them so stop dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about people with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;hildish feelings&lt;/span&gt;, ugh, my cousin's girlfriend asks him to buy things for him. I got so pissed. Before I go to the beach with my cusin, I am gonna talk to that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; bitch&lt;/span&gt;. OMG. I feel soooooooooooo pissed. I guess I am just protective. She still seem not good enough for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decorated my room with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Christmas light &lt;/span&gt;(three strings all over the walls) and I think I am gonna make a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;dreamcatcher&lt;/span&gt; for myself. Hehe. It looks nice like a charm. Oh, and I am gonna tell dad that I want a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;walk-in closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He once asked me if I wanna have the guest room as my second room so since my closet is like bursting with clothes (I finally gave my clothes away to the orphans), I guess an extra room should be swelllllll!!!!!!!!! I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out with Bubble Buddy today. HAHAHA. It was fun. We bought some type of can which can spray out strings of styrofoam (coloured), and we sprayed each other.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; The best time of the game was when Lyn ran out of her strings. HAHAHA &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/6934845898352235342-1657010697007043436?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1657010697007043436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1657010697007043436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1657010697007043436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1657010697007043436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-8090638912278776375</id><published>2009-12-10T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:40:38.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Scores and Music Sheets</title><content type='html'>Well, I have downloaded a lot of music sheets for my piano playing cause, to be honest, I have a sudden obsession towards my piano which I hated so much when I was young. And I was searching for many national anthems and I have found out that Iran's old national anthem, called Ey Iran &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IS SO DARN HARD TO FIND!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So, since I have taken almost an hour to look for it, and hopefully, some others won't have to go through what I have gone through, I'll put the link here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://buntnessel.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/eyscore.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Segoe UI', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&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:'Segoe UI', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Knock yourself dead :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/6934845898352235342-8090638912278776375?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8090638912278776375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=8090638912278776375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8090638912278776375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8090638912278776375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/piano-scores-and-music-sheets.html' title='Piano Scores and Music Sheets'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2158218248226187955</id><published>2009-12-10T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:39:17.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Town of Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to this well-decorated place in the heart of Ipoh town for dim sum...only because the usual place jac goes to was close and the usual place I go to had bad service (but very good food) and the other usual place I got o, well, I don't know where it is..HAHAHA. So, Jac parked her car by the road and an old Chinese man came and "helped" her to park her car by directing her to park..............AS IF WE CANNOT PARK IT BY OURSELVES.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when we got down from the car, the guy was like, "Hey, could you give me some tips". Jac just said that she'll give it to him later when she comes back and the guy started to scold us and say that we're lying and everything. First of all, THOSE STUPID SHIT HOLES don't have the right to even collect the money ok!!! They're collecting money illegally and actually if it's me, I wouldn't even give any to him, plus, he is so RUDE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kept comparing the services and the food that were served to the usual ones we have each time we go for dim sum. Well, the Foh San (the well-decorated one) is pretty bad when compared to the usual one. Brghhhhhhhhhhh..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;OH I SAW A BOY THAT LOOKED LIKE RUSSELL IN THE MOVIE 'UP'!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I TOOK 3 SECRET PICTURES OF HIM BUT I didn't save it!!! Darn it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the stables later...I guess I am gonna have to wait till January for my turn to ride cause now, those school kids are having all the fun!!!!! :( So, ah, I just went there to feed the horses with Jaclyn. Then, I went back to her house and played Wii with her. OMG. My arms are so tired now. But I want it. I told dad if I could have it for my birthday. Such a good form of exercise and entertainment.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went for movies .I bought the tickets for the Princess and the Frog the day before already so we got pretty good seats, except for the fact that Jac's seat was a bit broken..HAHAHHA. Tough luck. The movies and cartoons these days are getting bvery unsuitable for kids; it's either that or I am just getting very protective against children's minds. The movie has incidences of squashing a character to his death, one obvious crotch shooting (with a gun) scene and one very funny one to me...I find how children's minds are so pure and innocent. I was the only one laughing my head off when the fat crocodile was practically dancing when he actually hopped on a stone using his crotch. 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Joel drove his Mercedes. Whoa right. Guess what I am listening to right now? It's&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we reached there pretty quick...i wonder why....it was like in an hour and a half. We got there and had breakfast there. The first thing we ate was white curry noodles. It tastes really good when mixed with some chili (and you can trust me cause I hate anything spicy). Then, we had laksa, then we had some more food. There was just a lot of drinks too so many food till Ic an't remember but I know we went to have friend noodles but I didn't have any and we had pasembor (Indian rojak). It can never beat the one in Subang SS15. I am going back there this weekend for more and this time I am gonna take away some for mum. She will surely like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, oh, we went to the pagoda too and I had my favourite MUAR CHEE!!!!! Oh talking about that, I can't wait to see Mr Chee next year. We went shopping at Gurney Plaza (at least i think that's what it's called..I've been there so many times but I just can't remember).  We sat at Starbucks too and rested there for awhile. Later on, I had a Christmas drink in Coffee Bean which I am not satisfied with. I don;t even taste the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the &lt;b&gt;Dark Chocolate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Peppermint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Drink!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the beach after that; the one near Flamingo. It was quiet. I walked all the way to the end where a tree sits ona  pile of rocks. It was beautiful. I sunbathed a lil' too but after the clouds covered the sun, I didn't bother anymore. There was still sunshine but it wasn't intense enough. I enjoyed the breeze after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for dinner in Gurney Drive and later, we went home. I was so tired, I slept throughout the whole journey back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6750909534689880296?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6750909534689880296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6750909534689880296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6750909534689880296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6750909534689880296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/penang-trip.html' title='Penang Trip'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7345770794670165091</id><published>2009-12-07T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:33:49.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I drove to Ulu Chepor. Damn it was scary. But I think I drove rather safely and until now, I can still feel the fear I had in me while I was driving. I reached Ulu Chepor in half an hours time. Parked my car and all that and then found the usual spot. We placed the mats and stuff on the other side of the river so that people would not steal the stuff we brought, just in case you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan and I began splashing each other and the others who came; Juliet, Jaclyn, Loshini, Suhanya. Ish, Party poopers who didn’t wanna go into the water. Nan and Jul bought me a cake J Aww right??? And later on, Nan also passed me the gift she and Jul bought me. Hmm, we were just swimming around when we got hungry so we ate the cake and the bihun mum made. It was a bit too salty but I guess we were all hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, Nan, Jac and I climbed up stream. OMG I almost died with Nan at some point when we were like washed down a lil waterfall. But Nan caught hold of me when she also fell and then Jac caught me but when Nan explained the whole thing again, Jac was like…”I did????” LOL. It was so tiring. That was the activity that made me soooo tired. My feet hurts and everything. (Jac was so hyper after having cake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back, I rested a while and later followed Nan and Jul to Jusco to collect my pictures I printed. Then, I went back home. Gotta start getting ready cause I will be going to Camerons after this. Right before I went off, Nan and Jul came back to my house to grab the stuff they left at my place. When we left, it didn’t take me too long to fall asleep at the back seat. I woke up when we arrived and after unpacking, we took a walk uphill. It was beautiful and chilly. It’s 18 degrees Celcius there. Along the way, I really had to go and there wasn’t a toilet nearby and it was dark so I squatted by the roadside and peed while dad stood guard. I think I splashed some on myself. I am so not good at this nature thing. For dinner, we had an awesome barbecue. The food was great!!! I went to sleep again at 10:00+ pm. I woke up in the middle of the night to take off my leather jacket I was wearing. I was afraid that it’ll be too noisy cause it squeaks every time I move but it wasn’t cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up the next day feeling very energetic. Thank God. I had my breakfast with the rest of my parent’s friends who came along in this trip. It was juts a simple American breakfast. Later on, I didn’t know whether I wanted to follow my mum to look around in town or follow my dad hiking cause my mum can’t go hiking yet cause she still needs rest after her operation. So, anyhow, I followed dad. The trek was so steep all the while but since I took medium speed steps I was able to make it through pretty fast. J Yay for me. Along the way, I saw many beautiful flowers and mushrooms that bloomed to a very odd shape like a cactus, only red and with white spots. I saw this marble worm which curled itself. It’s like a mini millipede. It’s so cute!!! And alongside it, I saw an exact same one, only greenish-yellow. And there was a surprise while I was hiking. A Dalmatian popped out of nowhere and hiked with us. It can really hike very fast. But it’s afraid of human touch. I couldn’t touch it. When we reached the top, the dog was there too. We fed it with some food and later on, as we were descending, the dog just went a separate path. It was said that it came right from the bottom but it started later than us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited at the hilltop for about an hour….waiting for the slow ones. Whoa. I was so cold but dad brought a windbreaker for me so it was OK. I got back down hungry..while I was walking back to the bungalow, OMG, the scenery was beautiful but I didn’t get to take any pictures of it cause I didn’t bring my camera. It was like hills and hills of tea trees!!!!!! So pretty. I reahed home and had a very quick shower. I felt so dirty. I didn’t even have any soap but luckily I had 2 bottles of hot water or else I would have frozen in the bathroom. We went for luncha nd then visited Uncle Ah Choy’s family and then we went back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-7345770794670165091?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7345770794670165091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7345770794670165091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7345770794670165091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7345770794670165091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-words.html' title='In Words'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-3738701902449335756</id><published>2009-12-06T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:53:55.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/Sxvvl6JK5vI/AAAAAAAABXU/VJjB97iuQtk/s1600-h/P9120554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGGDuv18I/AAAAAAAABQs/_UapCXvQrHY/s320/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410589072226768834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGGDuv18I/AAAAAAAABQs/_UapCXvQrHY/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the stuff i bought. the ice maker and the beach ball set is my birthday gift from Jac :) THANKS SISTA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGFosobfI/AAAAAAAABQk/kTtMTzX4-40/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGFosobfI/AAAAAAAABQk/kTtMTzX4-40/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410589064970137074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGFVGdfdI/AAAAAAAABQc/SOPdTIDeqoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGFVGdfdI/AAAAAAAABQc/SOPdTIDeqoQ/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410589059709763026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGFVGdfdI/AAAAAAAABQc/SOPdTIDeqoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a horse :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGE3WeO2I/AAAAAAAABQU/V9cHW7zmjkU/s1600-h/IMG_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGE3WeO2I/AAAAAAAABQU/V9cHW7zmjkU/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410589051723856738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the paddock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGE3WeO2I/AAAAAAAABQU/V9cHW7zmjkU/s1600-h/IMG_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDwe-DpnI/AAAAAAAABQM/o0Ho6JsRO6s/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDwe-DpnI/AAAAAAAABQM/o0Ho6JsRO6s/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410586502558361202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDwe-DpnI/AAAAAAAABQM/o0Ho6JsRO6s/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pizza i made for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDv797GtI/AAAAAAAABQE/q82_ZxsLOZA/s1600-h/IMG_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDv797GtI/AAAAAAAABQE/q82_ZxsLOZA/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410586493162560210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDv797GtI/AAAAAAAABQE/q82_ZxsLOZA/s1600-h/IMG_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the seafood pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDvPTfj_I/AAAAAAAABP8/YBWHZoOzHu0/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDvPTfj_I/AAAAAAAABP8/YBWHZoOzHu0/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410586481173434354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while baking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDu5XdlvI/AAAAAAAABP0/sQCdA-0_Tqc/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDu5XdlvI/AAAAAAAABP0/sQCdA-0_Tqc/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410586475284502258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDu5XdlvI/AAAAAAAABP0/sQCdA-0_Tqc/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before baking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDuURiFXI/AAAAAAAABPs/Keu6OM0cSAY/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZDuURiFXI/AAAAAAAABPs/Keu6OM0cSAY/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410586465327519090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cereals for breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-8021920201464076708?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8021920201464076708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=8021920201464076708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8021920201464076708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8021920201464076708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures.html' title='PIctures'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxZGGDuv18I/AAAAAAAABQs/_UapCXvQrHY/s72-c/IMG_1485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7816869986788471640</id><published>2009-12-02T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:22:48.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Mood</title><content type='html'>I went back to the ranch today. It's open :) and I walked around breathing the fresh air and seeing how the wind blows and its effects on the long green grass... I saw a horse galloping away in the distance but it didn't scare me. I am brave now to take on the challenge again. I yearn to ride. I fed all the horses. I found out that made are gone now. But some remained and there's so many new horses. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will put up pictures when I have collected enough. Wow. I have been spending a lot. But I only bought the stuff I really really wanted like the skinny jeans, the history book...and now, I gotta spend 100+ on photo printing...OMG, dad's gonna kill me. And I think I am gonna ask him for a camera for my birthday and I'll trade in my old one which is totally useless. I HATE OLYMPUS CAMERAS!!!! It's so hard to take pictures without flash cause they'll be so blur. It's only good if you take pictures using stands or your hands gotta be soooooooooooo steady which is rather impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have Sassy with me now in my room. :) She's afraid of the mosquito spray thing that the government carries out once in a while to lessen the dengue fever. It totally stinks. I heard her collar's sound so I called her up. She came up the stairs looking for me and I let her in after seeing those big brown eyes. She lay by me and rested her chin on my lap...and drooled..but it's OK.. I love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I made pizza. Tried to make the NY Crust one which is crunchy and thin but because of my laziness, I didn't even think of using a roller....so, I flipped the dough and did all the usual stunts when it came to pizza kneading..and I made the best out of it. It turned out thick...and because it was meant to be thin (so that it's crunchy)....but it's not......so, it's hard. I made two pizzas. One had seafood topping. The other was ooh, pepperoni. It was good. the taste is swell but it's just the crust. Ugh. I am gonna do it again soon and hopefully, I won't forget to make it super duper thin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am gonna go swimming later. Hee. I am gonna wear my new bikini. Hmm. Yea and I am going back to Subang for Open Day. I wanna take a look at my choices of career and maybe if the results are out, I can get them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, David and I planned to go on a holiday together. We're only gonna go to some place close like Pangkor. If we have a lot of fun, we can go to other places together too. That can be planned later. I think it should be in a few weeks time and it's not  counted as THE TRIP. :) Yay for me. I am dying to have a getaway cause I am rotting here in Ipoh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my new piano scores. Man, they're so  hard. The guy actually charged me 50 cents per piece. That idiotic greedy person. I am gonna print my diary entries and journals and all that in Subang when I return there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched 'Christmas Carol' with Jac today. IT'S SO SCARY FOR A CARTOON!!!! OMG. But before that, jac and I had some drinks in Food And Tea. It was good but after that, we were really high on sugar and imagined all the dumbest of things and laughed to ourselves. It was fun. We're gonna cut our hair on Monday :) I just wanna trim it. It's getting so ugly. Jac and I are gonna sing our hearts out tis season. We are gonna create such a mood for Christmas. I love Christmas but I just wished I wasn't in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, I am gonna create the best Christmas ever when I start earning. :) I promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-7816869986788471640?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7816869986788471640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7816869986788471640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7816869986788471640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7816869986788471640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-mood.html' title='Christmas Mood'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2610858092556847974</id><published>2009-11-30T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:08:19.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored At Home</title><content type='html'>so, i got some bad edges here and there and im starting to get bored. but i do hope they have a place for me in the ranch. I wanna go horse riding or else i am gonna be soooooooo bored. i dont knwo what to do. i am sorta restricted to a lot of stuff here. i wanna travel, i can't. i wanna go out with friends...most of them aint fre.....sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2610858092556847974?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2610858092556847974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2610858092556847974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2610858092556847974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2610858092556847974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-at-home.html' title='Bored At Home'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1178571722142400856</id><published>2009-11-28T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:36:24.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home Already????'s Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHdAriCNNI/AAAAAAAABPk/A-cwkAZYWqE/s1600/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHdAriCNNI/AAAAAAAABPk/A-cwkAZYWqE/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409347631203890386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;background = my mouse pad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;star = starfruit :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHdAriCNNI/AAAAAAAABPk/A-cwkAZYWqE/s1600/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHdAYVCiwI/AAAAAAAABPc/8vRbeDbKucU/s1600/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHdAYVCiwI/AAAAAAAABPc/8vRbeDbKucU/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409347626049112834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHdAYVCiwI/AAAAAAAABPc/8vRbeDbKucU/s1600/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my breakfast on Sunday morning...pancakes topped with white honey, maple sauce and whipped cream, garnished with oranges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHc__HqwJI/AAAAAAAABPU/Kws-BffnLzI/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHc__HqwJI/AAAAAAAABPU/Kws-BffnLzI/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409347619282141330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHc__HqwJI/AAAAAAAABPU/Kws-BffnLzI/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fish tail hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbz3arIAI/AAAAAAAABPM/Pg2kz47i4ZQ/s1600/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbz3arIAI/AAAAAAAABPM/Pg2kz47i4ZQ/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346311544315906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbz3arIAI/AAAAAAAABPM/Pg2kz47i4ZQ/s1600/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rascal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbzr4qI8I/AAAAAAAABPE/gaj1Y2xdB54/s1600/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbzr4qI8I/AAAAAAAABPE/gaj1Y2xdB54/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346308448854978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbzr4qI8I/AAAAAAAABPE/gaj1Y2xdB54/s1600/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jannah's extra toe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbzdS3ALI/AAAAAAAABO8/CSrP8mpbKaw/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbzdS3ALI/AAAAAAAABO8/CSrP8mpbKaw/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346304532218034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbzdS3ALI/AAAAAAAABO8/CSrP8mpbKaw/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHby-9gSmI/AAAAAAAABO0/bULFAe6MjXk/s1600/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHby-9gSmI/AAAAAAAABO0/bULFAe6MjXk/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346296389585506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHby-9gSmI/AAAAAAAABO0/bULFAe6MjXk/s1600/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbyl2rk4I/AAAAAAAABOs/9X0r0cfAz-8/s1600/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbyl2rk4I/AAAAAAAABOs/9X0r0cfAz-8/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346289650078594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHbyl2rk4I/AAAAAAAABOs/9X0r0cfAz-8/s1600/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa5RStePI/AAAAAAAABOk/zmT-03809lw/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa5RStePI/AAAAAAAABOk/zmT-03809lw/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409345304877955314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa5RStePI/AAAAAAAABOk/zmT-03809lw/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my beloved Tiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa5FYDKFI/AAAAAAAABOc/Tv92y50mv6Q/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa5FYDKFI/AAAAAAAABOc/Tv92y50mv6Q/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409345301679122514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa48Wx2pI/AAAAAAAABOU/YnMhb_kXTlw/s1600/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa48Wx2pI/AAAAAAAABOU/YnMhb_kXTlw/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409345299257875090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa48Wx2pI/AAAAAAAABOU/YnMhb_kXTlw/s1600/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rascal And Sassy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa4dlBOLI/AAAAAAAABOM/e7Oc3IkyeH0/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa4dlBOLI/AAAAAAAABOM/e7Oc3IkyeH0/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409345290996103346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa4dlBOLI/AAAAAAAABOM/e7Oc3IkyeH0/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;childhood toys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa4AeY6_I/AAAAAAAABOE/lzhInQS5Y7g/s1600/IMG_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHa4AeY6_I/AAAAAAAABOE/lzhInQS5Y7g/s320/IMG_1441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409345283183668210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZWVdWNkI/AAAAAAAABN8/EGzrzf1f3jY/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZWVdWNkI/AAAAAAAABN8/EGzrzf1f3jY/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409343605189260866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZWVdWNkI/AAAAAAAABN8/EGzrzf1f3jY/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the stuff I am gonna give away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZVjd_OKI/AAAAAAAABN0/nkPP_4gKTEE/s1600/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZVjd_OKI/AAAAAAAABN0/nkPP_4gKTEE/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409343591770175650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZVjd_OKI/AAAAAAAABN0/nkPP_4gKTEE/s1600/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my very messy room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZVRh1nrI/AAAAAAAABNs/92L0eb7mCKM/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZVRh1nrI/AAAAAAAABNs/92L0eb7mCKM/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409343586954485426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZU-tQsfI/AAAAAAAABNk/bnZuDMNJSu8/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZU-tQsfI/AAAAAAAABNk/bnZuDMNJSu8/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409343581902123506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the place where I exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHZU-tQsfI/AAAAAAAABNk/bnZuDMNJSu8/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-1178571722142400856?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1178571722142400856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1178571722142400856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1178571722142400856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1178571722142400856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-home-alreadys-pictures.html' title='Back Home Already????&apos;s Pictures'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SxHdAriCNNI/AAAAAAAABPk/A-cwkAZYWqE/s72-c/IMG_1432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-5234591398239511513</id><published>2009-11-28T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:11:48.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home Already????</title><content type='html'>I am back in Ipoh now and gosh, I talked to dad about so many things and he's thinking about letting me go to Phuket or Bali cause the places where I wanna go in Malaysia like Cherating + Tioman or Sabah's islands are all unaccessible because of the BLOODY MONSOON. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yay, I am so happy that he's considering it. And he said OK to my 10 lessons of horse-back riding!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for now, all that I can do is cook, play piano, pick up on Spanish, go online (which I am not very keen off) and clean up my room. It's such a mess...... I had so much of clothes and I have decided to give them away. :( Ah, no matter. It's not like I still wear it. some of them don't fit me anymore probably....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, I am going out with Ann Yan for Sushi maybe.... :) and dad wants me to allow my lil' cousin to tag along........................................................... I don't really mind but it's weird.... Oh, she got pretty good results for her UPSR and I am buying her a hamster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying not to get back to my shoppaholic ways for now...too much stuff in my room already...WOW....and I always thought I didn't have enough....hmm, I am also gonna pick up some more language and better myself in piano...and probably gonna read up on World History..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-5234591398239511513?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5234591398239511513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5234591398239511513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5234591398239511513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5234591398239511513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-home-already.html' title='Back Home Already????'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-8153030053001992501</id><published>2009-11-25T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:53:50.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide To A Girl's Mind And Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;when a girl says no, it means yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;…… (its something not many guys know of..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she says she’s not mad when you ask her if she’s mad….damn, she’s mad (but it depends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, you should &lt;i&gt;get to know her tone when she’s angry&lt;/i&gt; and try to decipher it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;romantic &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will easily sweep them off their feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Pretending to be stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thinking that you know a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when in reality, you don’t will make them dislike you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being financially steady is always good. You don’t have ot be rich, just financially&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;creativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls like boys who are loving not only towards them but the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;environment and animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls like it when guys have&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, that’s practically the basic stuff. The others well, they depend on individuals so there’s no use putting them here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-8153030053001992501?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8153030053001992501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=8153030053001992501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8153030053001992501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8153030053001992501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/guide-to-girls-mind-and-heart.html' title='Guide To A Girl&apos;s Mind And Heart'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7811053547092656132</id><published>2009-11-23T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:11:36.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughters</title><content type='html'>Oh, the other day, he asked me what a hen’s husband is….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun in Moral class tody. We have finally completerd our video clip and when we watched it all over again, my did we laugh our heads off. I think I’ll be the only one laughing during our presentation…like SUPER LOUDLY. OMG. I am so gonna keep the video clip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want either a prairie dog or a white ferret. I have made a lot of research on thema nd both has pros and cons. Ferrets are notorious creatures and may be prone to accidents and diseases and they’re carnivorous. Prairie dogs are vegetarians but they have many diseases too and some that may spread to human..some kinda plague…Bubonic plague or something like that. And both of the animals need neutering and I gotta take out their butt gland or something also. But I have not found any vets that know about prairie dogs….but I found vets for ferrets. But I don’t know. I am hoping for them as my birthday gift J &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go jamming tomorrow at 8-9pm. Hehe. Love it. Prepared the songs already too. I bought star fruits. Like 5 of them for a buck fifty and they taste horrible. OMG. Oh, I got my guitar back and I played it. I sound good..sorta….I sorta forgot what it’s like having music by my side to calm me down whenever I needed it. It’s so soothing and I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a bit bummed off by men who says they know things but actually they don't...WHY CAN'T THEY JUST SAY NO, I CAN'T DO IT..SORRY...and I hate it if people take my stuff without permission and this time, they're not those lil' lil stuff that happen between my sis and I. This is more serious and I am so freaking pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Jac’s car got calmped because she parked it in My Place and the guards wanted to fine her for 50 bucks even though we told them that we’re ‘moving stuff’ and I went down when Jac called and I was so pissed. I yelled at Bakta when he asked for money. Hahahaha. Nobody hurts my friends. In the end, she wasn’t charged. &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/6934845898352235342-7811053547092656132?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7811053547092656132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7811053547092656132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7811053547092656132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7811053547092656132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughters.html' title='Laughters'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-7686881558485617451</id><published>2009-11-23T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:39:54.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom - SAM Corroboree 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It’s prom today. OMG. You know, I took 5 hours to prepare myself (Parham told me that his sister took a shorter period for her wedding…LOL)I went o Sunway Spa And Hotel with Jac, Deb and Mathias. There, I was lectured about what I was suppose to do since I am in the committee. Wow. I was so confused. I didn’t know what to do. I ran all over like mad but it was fun. Actually, come to think of it, if I didn’t run around, I would have been bored sitting at the table doing nothing. I was assigned to escort the VIP’s and I almost went on stage when I escorted Mrs. Hoe. It was so embarrassing but luckily she turned around and say thank you and told me to wait there. Phewphhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, when I was walking around taking pictures with lecturers and all, I tapped on a lecturer’s shoulder and asked her to take a pic for me. OMG. Jac said my facial expression was priceless. I was so shocked. I didn’t know she was a lecturer. Her face looks old but when she’s hiding her face, she looks like some lil’ teenager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was also holding the presents when they were announcing the prom king and queen and all that and I didn’t know what to do with the flowers. So, I looked at Jac and she told me to give her the flowers. OMG. I didn’t know how to give it to her…and I almost passed it to her and suddenly, I looked behind me and saw a guy waiting to give her the flowers. Thank GOD!!!!!!! THAT STUPID JACLYN!!! And when I got down, she told me she was so worried that I might say, “Mrs Hoe, I am gonna give you the flowers now….” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….. (I almost did). I kept peeing non-stop all night. I drank a lot of water. Nervous I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was standing waiting for the announcement of the VIP to come on stage at certain intervals, Mr Yong, my Physics teacher said something very sweet to me. He told me that I look very nice today and actually I could have been up there (with the rest of the best-dressed people) but he said that all I needed was a mask. L Ah, no biggie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the corroboree, I went into Euphoria. It was cool. I can actually enter. So, the prom fees are actually rather cheap. We got free tickets into Euphoria, food was good, the service is awesome (one waiter per table), we all got a customized bangle (metal--with the words ‘SAM GRADUATING CLASS 2009’) and a really posh place to be in. J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-7686881558485617451?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7686881558485617451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=7686881558485617451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7686881558485617451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/7686881558485617451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-sam-corroboree-2009.html' title='Prom - SAM Corroboree 2009'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-374127017334781518</id><published>2009-11-17T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:01:33.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Into Time</title><content type='html'>I have been back in my past a lot today. Thinking about my friends and all that and I read the things I wrote in December 2007. It's about how I got mad at my sister and how we annoy each other to the max. IT'S HILARIOUS. (the way I said and described the incidences..) I recalled the times I ad in HUGE Camp. How we prank called this girl called Kristagale like saying we're a guy and said she's hot (she's not..she thinks she is) ::::::: but we failed. I think she knew it was us. HAHAHAHHA. Lyn and I played &lt;i&gt;body chess &lt;/i&gt;also..I recalled once when she said, "erm,..Ryan.." when my name was Joshua at that moment..and yea, she tried to catch us, but I just said, "What's a Ryan??"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ALSO ABOUT HOW WE SET TRAPS IN THE ROOM TO PREVENT THIS FRIEND OF MINE FROM GOING OUT cause we're not allowed to and we didn't wanna get into trouble. HAHAHAHA. The trap was designed so that if the door opens, the cups and plates will crash and fall and cause a loud noise that will wake us up..HAHAHAH. in the end, she didn't even thought of leaving the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I used some bread as my tissue once in this crazy party in December 2007. Hahaha. It's so cute I still remember it. I used it to dap on my mouth, then I ate the bread. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I MADE LEROY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;SIT ON A SANDWICH ON THAT DAY!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!! I fed this person with a lot of cheesecake and the person got sick the next day....HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow, Jac, do you know that our shit desert was made TWO YEARS AGO???&lt;/b&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;that was way back in december 2007..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-374127017334781518?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/374127017334781518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=374127017334781518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/374127017334781518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/374127017334781518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-back-into-time.html' title='Way Back Into Time'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6034930382830200610</id><published>2009-11-17T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:48:46.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tijani and Kulana Lumpur</title><content type='html'>I went down to 7 eleven to buy a loaf of bread and batteries for my stupid camera. I think I might wanna sell my camera when I get backa nd ask dad if I can get a better one cause I still prefer Nikon. This camera’s disadvantages and drawbacks are the baterries don’t last long (not rechargeable), and I can’t really find a very suitable mode to take pictures cause they reuire my hands to be super steady all the time and they’re not!!! S&lt;b&gt;o, hopefully, I can sell it away or give it up to someone who wants it in the family and get a new Nikon camera for myself which is good. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday. I walked and ran and got all wet and soggy in the rain in the afternoon to get to get to the train station to go to MidValley mega mall to meet up with Chloe who was an hour late. Sheesh. But she had good reasons so it was OK. She just moved house (again) and she had to move the stuff from the lorry to the house first before she came so..ya, that’s OK. Not like she was trying to dress up or something. We had a lot of fun laughing and catching up about everything. Wow. We really couldn’t stop laughing. I was talking so much that I was near to a sore throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe’s dad talked to me about my future ... He’s such a nice calm man. So is her mother. She’s really nice. And the way they brought the family up is so sweet. They talk to each other a lot about the things that were happening in their lives, about friends’ gossips even, and the siblings care for each other so much. And when they’re scared at night, they would creep up to their parents’ room and sleep there with them and they don’t lock doors and their mother check on them in their sleep at times and stuff. Aww. You know, after seeing them all, I miss my mum and dad and home a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have such a beautiful house in Damansara. It’s still under Hartamas I think and it’s called Tijani 2, Canny Hills (Bukit Tunku). The three siblings have the view of KL Tower and KLCC and IT’S SO COOL!!! It’s beautiful and they have their private lobby, it’s like there’s only 4 of these condominiums on one level and it’s so cool. Wow. I would love to live there. It’s even bigger than Franz’s house and way more beautiful. It’s like if I live there, I would have walked to Star Hill whenever I like. &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/6934845898352235342-6034930382830200610?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6034930382830200610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6034930382830200610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6034930382830200610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6034930382830200610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/tijani-and-kulana-lumpur.html' title='Tijani and Kulana Lumpur'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-1372874651423604393</id><published>2009-11-15T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:54:52.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demands and Unromanticness of Men</title><content type='html'>Helping Parham with his work has been fun and he kept laughing about the fact the other day while we were going to Naab in Star Hill while we were in the taxi, I lied down on him and asked him to sing me a love song..and he stated with, "GOOOO AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY". Now, he asks me to stop writing. So, gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-1372874651423604393?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1372874651423604393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=1372874651423604393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1372874651423604393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/1372874651423604393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/demands-and-unromanticness-of-men.html' title='Demands and Unromanticness of Men'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6760528295297834768</id><published>2009-11-14T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:29:35.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Unfortunate Mothers...</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure you akk have come across emails about fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, children...ahh, need I say more....but today, I am gonna tell you about something I witness in my boyfriend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this ol' lady who comes every Sunday and have I written about this woman who spoke to Parham the first time he came here? She looked like an owl.....and I saw a significant resemblance in both of them. I do not need to even ask, that's the mother and her daughter. I also learnt that they have about 3-4 siblings running the house and one of them (the lil' owl's brother) stays in the house with his wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I saw in an email..well, I don't know if it was meant to say bad things about Westerners and Asians cause if it were trying to talk about the differences, there would have been more good things about Westerners in that email....so, since this one data stood out, I payed a lot of attention to it. It said, "When Westerners get old, they are of no use to their children so, they travel...when Asians get old, they babysit their grandchildren and help around the home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm voting Westerner if I can choose who to be. Well, back to the story, the ol' lady was fetched by one of her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healthy young children &lt;/span&gt;to the house every Sunday morning and I saw that she did laundry (probably her  fat son's and daughter-in-law's clothes---they can't even put it into the washing machine themselves...not like they don't have one) and clean all the common rooms and bathrooms..and by the time she's done, it would have probably been late afternoon and she'll be sent back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't all the children take turns to clean the house...why can't they appreciate their mother more. Why do the behave as if their mother is still young and has lots of energy. I hope those who mistreat their family members go to hell. Humans are such dumb farts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6760528295297834768?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6760528295297834768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6760528295297834768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6760528295297834768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6760528295297834768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-all-unfortunate-mothers.html' title='To All Unfortunate Mothers...'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-9173019552969012002</id><published>2009-11-14T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:40:26.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roach Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just now, while I was walking to Subang Square to buy some stuff for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;demanding sick friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, I cam Across like 10 roaches and though they were already dead, they disgusted me to death. I think the were having some party late last night but someone was out catching them too and WHAMP!!!! I saw their carcasses all along the five-foot way. Brghhhhllllurghhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the fruit shop, I saw this Malay kid eating rambutan which her motha' didn't purchase and dropping the fruits such as the rambutans and everything all over the place while she picks thme up with her sticky fingers to play for some reason. And later, as I stepped into the shop, the mother who was picking mangosteen dropped one on the ground and it rolled away and she didn't bother picking them up as well. FUCKING BITCH WITH THE LOWEST MENTALITY. Even an animal has better sense. I'm not trying to zoom into a race but this is what Malaysians are....or should I widen it to humans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Later, I got some peace of mind when I was walking back home under the grey sky. I saw this brownish grey cat sitting in a really odd position by the roadside. He (I saw his balls) didn't even bother to come to me though I was calling him, not even a meow. And later, I diverted my attention to what he was looking at. he was preying upon a lil' bird which was 1.5 meters away from him and it's so cute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"significant amount" of frozen water has been found on the moon, the US space agency said Friday heralding a major leap forward in space exploration and boosting hopes of a permanent lunar base. (Yahoo News)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He said, " if you touch this..i'll..i'll...i dont know" HAHAHAHAHAHA&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/6934845898352235342-9173019552969012002?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/9173019552969012002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=9173019552969012002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/9173019552969012002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/9173019552969012002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/roach-fest.html' title='Roach Fest'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6196363327108469150</id><published>2009-11-13T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:37:45.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On A Jet Plane by John Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6196363327108469150?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6196363327108469150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6196363327108469150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6196363327108469150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6196363327108469150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaving-on-jet-plane-by-john-denver.html' title='Leaving On A Jet Plane by John Denver'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6430406790466070370</id><published>2009-11-13T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:41:23.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/asteroid/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An asteroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; hitting Earth would release a tremendous amount of energy. As a comparison, look at the bomb dropped on Hiroshima during WWII. That atomic bomb had the energy of perhaps 20 kilotons. In 2028 the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/asteroids/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;asteroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 1997 XF 11 will come very close to the Earth. It will miss unless some keyhole gravitational event causes it the change its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/astronomy/orbit/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;orbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and hit the Earth. That would mean that a mile wide asteroid would be hitting the planet at 50,000 kph. It would release enough energy to equal 1 million megatons. That is 10 million times the energy of the bomb that dropped on Hiroshima. It is hard to wrap your mind around that much explosive power. Nearly all life on this planet would be gone within a year. The rest would go as the food supplies dwindled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While observing a known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/asteroids/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;asteroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; on January 31, 2009, astronomer Robert Holmes from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astro-research.org/" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Astronomical Research Institute near Charleston, Illinois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; found another high speed object moving nearby through the same field of view. The object has now been confirmed to be a previously undiscovered Potentially Hazardous Asteroid (PHA), with several possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/earth/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;impact risks after 2042. This relatively small near-Earth asteroid, named 2009 BD81, will make its closest approach to Earth in 2009 on February 27, passing a comfortable 7 million kilometers away. In 2042, current projections have it passing within 5.5 Earth radii, (approximately 31,800 km or 19,800 miles) with an even closer approach in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del datetime="2009-02-10T01:56:05+00:00"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2044&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 2046. Data from the NASA/JPL Risk web page show 2009 BD81 to be fairly small, with a diameter of 0.314 km (about 1000 ft.) Holmes, one of the world's most prolific &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/asteroids/near-earth-object/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;near Earth object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (NEO) observers, said currently, the chance of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/asteroids/asteroid-hitting-earth/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;asteroid hitting Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in 33 years or so is quite small; the odds are about 1 in 2 million, but follow-up observations are needed to provide precise calculations of the asteroid's potential future orbital path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(www.universetoday.com/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But for those fearing Armageddon, don't be alarmed -- the chances of a catastrophic collision are just one in 909,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asteroid "2003 QQ47" will be closely monitored over the next two months. Its potential strike date is March 21, 2014, but astronomers say that any risk of impact is likely to decrease as further data is gathered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On impact, it could have the effect of 20 million Hiroshima atomic bombs, a spokesman for the British government's Near Earth Object Information Centre told BBC radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Centre issued the warning about the asteroid after the giant rock was first observed in New Mexico by the Lincoln Near Earth Asteroid Research Program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The Near Earth Object will be observable from Earth for the next two months and astronomers will continue to track it over this period," said Dr Alan Fitzsimmons, one of the expert team advising the Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asteroids such as 2003 QQ47 are chunks of rock left over from the formation of the solar system 4.5 billion years ago. Most are kept at a safe distance from the Earth in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the gravitational influence of giant planets such as Jupiter can nudge asteroids out of these safe orbits and send them plunging towards Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(CNN News 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;NEOs are an increasing area of concern among the world’s space scientists. Many experts believe that over the next 15 years, advances in technology will allow for the detection of more than 500,000 NEOs – and of those, several dozen will likely pose an uncomfortably high risk of striking Earth and inflicting local or regional damage. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Right now, if an Earth-bound asteroid were discovered, we have the technology today to send a spacecraft to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/guide-to-space/asteroid/" class="alinks_links" title="" rel="external" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(70, 122, 167); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;an asteroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; to act as a gravity tractor, or to impact the asteroid to alter the space rock's trajectory. Other current options are to use a , rocket engines or a solar sail to push the asteroid on a different course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my heart is beating fast. but i'll tell about my views later. I wanna watch Armageddon now. &lt;/span&gt;&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/6934845898352235342-6430406790466070370?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6430406790466070370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6430406790466070370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6430406790466070370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6430406790466070370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-world.html' title='End of the World?'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6366511694776505261</id><published>2009-11-12T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:16:32.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I woke up at 11-12 during the day, and I went online and did some stuff there until it was about 3 pm when Debbie woke up. We went to Sunway Pyramid after that about 4pm to meet up with Mathias. He told us that we’re not watching 2012 but he’s not telling us what show we’re gonna watch cause he wants to surprise us. Somehow, I thought to myself and I told Debbie, “Imagine if he’s lying and we’re really watching 2012”..AND THAT CAME TRUE. The movie was incredible. I cried a lot and it made me think about the future when the end time is near. It’s gonna be devastating. But I don’t think I wanna save myself by trying to go on the ship that leads to safety..unless of course, there’s enough space and it’s by fate that I should be there. I want to remain behind like the noble president in the movie…he stayed behind even though he had the chance to go on board. He wanted to calm his people down and be with them when they die. I wanna do that too. I wanna give assurance to people whose faith is low and I wanna be with them telling them that Jesus is with them and He loves us so much and we’re going to a better place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went back to our place and we bought Heineken beer. I still hate beer. It’s not that bitter but it’s still bitter. And after drinking almost a bottle, I felt a hot and nauseated so, I stopped drinking..and I don’t think I wanna drink for a while. Even during the party I am gonna have, I am not gonna drink. Maybe just a bit but I won’t exceed a bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6366511694776505261?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6366511694776505261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6366511694776505261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6366511694776505261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6366511694776505261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-5206957786841378044</id><published>2009-11-11T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:29:43.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogoya In Star Hill Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After Chemistry (Placement Centre gave us a good luck pencil this time), I went back home to sleep to prepare for the night I go to KL with Debbie. Before I slept, I couldn’t stop thinking about the time when Mathias and I can finally go overseas for a holiday and the things we will experience and the fun we will have probably laughing away. I thought about how I will laugh my ass off if I ask him talk to a girl and the girl slaps him or something..HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, after I woke up, I saw Parham’s text that he was gonna go and play futsal. Yay, I am happy for him that he’s able to exercise and mingle around with his friends. I prepared myself and left for the train station at about 6pm with Debbie and we got to Star Hill (Bukit Bintang). We started eating in Jogoya at 8pm in Star Hill Gallery, this very expensive shopping mall where we took so many pictures. It was cool. We ate so much and practically tried 90% of the food there and DAMN IT WAS A LOT. I feel like puking back then but there wasn’t any toilet, only sinks and pipes to wash your hand. Hahaha. So, I couldn’t puke. After discount, overall, it was like 60+ per head. We walked around and once again, I totally enjoyed the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished eating after 2 hours. HAHAHAHA. It was crazy!!!! I find that a lot of my keys on my keyboard are indented. L We even had alcohol from the buffet but I think they were really light cause I didn’t feel high or anything. There was this guy who was old and he was such a gentleman to me and Deb. He has that ‘lady’s first’ principle and it was sweet. In the end, though we didn’t talk much, though I caught him eaves dropping a lot on our bombastic conversation, I said bye to him. People kept pestering Deb and I to ge a massage in Star Hill. And I was like, HEY, YOU, I AM NOT PAYING YOU TO TOUCH MY BODY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Bio exam was great. After all that, I talked to Mathias online, as in really talk and ahh, he’s such a sweet guy. Mathias pinky promised me that he’ll never change from who he is right now. J I love that. He even asked me if I wanna borrow his earphones in the time being..aww. Then, we talked about meeting up after SAM..ahhhh, I would be looking forward to that of course, then, he talked about his problem about someone once dear to him who has changed now…hmm, must be his ex-girlfriend I think…oh, talked about our party to be too. Hmm, other than that, oh, he even said that he can lend me some money when I don’t have enough…AWWW. And that Jac, Deb and I reminded him of his sister and I told him that he’s not a guy who lacks love (as he claimed) cause even though we all laugh at him and make fun of him, behind all that, it’s all love. OH, we talked about Euro trip together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start feeling more of the melancholy I have for college. I really love my life in college. The very good friends I have made and I didn’t regret coming here. Yet, I miss my friends back home too. Nan had already planned for something to buy that all three of us like just like the sisterhood of the traveling pants. HAHAHA. That’s gonna be so cool. Oh, we also thought about going somewhere together locally, a trip that will make a darn good memory in our lives. J I really look forward to that too. Oh, Taylor’s Placement Centre wished all the Sam student good luck by sending us a lil’ card on the 2nd last day of our examinations. HAHAHAHAHA. My ‘ENTER’ button is indented now.&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/6934845898352235342-5206957786841378044?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5206957786841378044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5206957786841378044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5206957786841378044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5206957786841378044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/jogoya-in-star-hill-gallery.html' title='Jogoya In Star Hill Gallery'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-885228973013571541</id><published>2009-11-08T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:22:25.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL And Persian Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I overslept during my afternoon nap. I had a 5 hour nap from 4 pm to 9 pm and I thought I was so doomed cause the next day, I got wake up at 6 am for my exams surprisingly, I was sleepy while I was having my late dinner at 11:30 pm. In AC, there was a football match between Chelsea and Man.Utd. Everyone kept shouting and stuff and in the end, Parham, Soroush and Pouyan also shouted but for fun and no reason at all. HAHAHAHA. It was so funny. When the fruit guy came, Pouyan just put asam into the guava but he didn’t wanna buy it. Hhahahaha, mean but funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screamed a lot today. In the afternoon, Parham had shit on his hand and he wanted to wipe it on me and I screamed like crazy. After I got up from my nap, I went to the bathroom and a baby centipede snuggled on my feet and I screamed a swear word. HAHAHAHAH. Luckily I was at Parham’s house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went by taxi to KL to this restaurant called Naab. It’s a cool place. We ordered our food which was a lot, like some traditional bread and yogurt, then our main meal, then Persian tea (there was this way of drinking tea which was by popping sugar cubes into your mouth and then, drinking the hot tea). It was all so good and actually, if you use the train and not the taxi, the price would have been alright. I used 50 bucks for the food but usually I wouldn’t order that much and wouldn’t order the most expensive dish…so, after eating, we walked around even though it was drizzling. The drizzle spoiled everyone’s mood to go around and walk and have some fun under the dark blue sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOME INCOMPLETE NOTES:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I’m having my PMS now. &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;You know how &lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; likes to step lightly on people’s shoe and that day just wasn’t the day to be stepping on my converse…..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, he started to walk beside me more and talk…and later, we went to an ice-cream shop. It was Turkish and probably the guy saw how down I was and decided to cheer me up or something. He started singing in Turkish when Parham spoke to him in that language (yes, my boyfriend is that cool). After he finished one sentence of his song which I don’t understand, he used the other side of the metal rod he uses to scoop ice-cream and knocked on the bells and start singing again. I couldn’t help but smile. Later, he gave me the ice-cream and he did some tricks like making it hard for me to hold the ice-cream. Haha. Later, he gave the ice-cream I was holding to Parham and he gave me another and once I held it, he pulled it up again and I was left holding an empty cone..he used two cones for that ice-cream. Hahaha. Then, later he gave my ice-cream to Soroush and did another trick with the ice-cream he had in his hands by dangling it in front of my face when I try to catch it but failed to do so. You know, he just made me smile and I can’t help but wonder why a girl like me who seem to be the luckiest in the world…why am I sulking? While a guy like him was singing and being merry… THE ICE-CREAM WAS SO GOOD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-885228973013571541?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/885228973013571541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=885228973013571541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/885228973013571541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/885228973013571541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/kl-and-persian-food.html' title='KL And Persian Food'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-4794767422307353445</id><published>2009-11-08T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:10:34.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Later Pictures First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SveipfDjwgI/AAAAAAAABNU/Cnr8daMTOvk/s1600-h/PB070288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SveV5xiZo2I/AAAAAAAABLE/fcfjIPOE-ss/s320/PB050264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951097836905314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SveV5dd_aiI/AAAAAAAABK8/3-awcTKG-4c/s1600-h/PA280262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SveV5dd_aiI/AAAAAAAABK8/3-awcTKG-4c/s320/PA280262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951092449700386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-4794767422307353445?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4794767422307353445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=4794767422307353445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4794767422307353445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4794767422307353445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/talk-later-pictures-first.html' title='Talk Later Pictures First'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SveipfDjwgI/AAAAAAAABNU/Cnr8daMTOvk/s72-c/PB070288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-5030892960597997639</id><published>2009-11-06T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:20:00.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futurama</title><content type='html'>I am at Parham's place right now and I was just thinking about my future cause he was thinking about his so that made me do it. And right now, I am still really unsure about what I'm gonna be int he future. I know that my destiny and everything is to be a doctor but what if there's more to that?? what if something else was destined for me and I just missed that cause I never got to fight for what I truly wanted deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find people who get to do what they want really unappreciative sometimes. It's like, they have no idea at times only though, that their parents allow them to do just whatever. If I had the chance to be them, I will express it to them how much I appreciate the fact that they allow me to choose and understand my feelings and that I am ready to take whatever consequences my choices may bring.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am old enough now and I think I can think for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, Parham has begun exercising. yay and while I was talking about travelling and wanting to see the Northern lights, perhaps,he wanted to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smart ass&lt;/span&gt; and tell me what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scientific name&lt;/span&gt; of the Northern lights is since he's that astronomy guy, he said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOE VERA&lt;/span&gt; which made me laugh my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said a lot of stuff today that made me laugh my head off but I just remember this one the most. Wow, I am not wearing my contacts and not even my spectacles and I can still type well. Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with sis in the morning for breakfast and I came across this bakery which is right beside Uncle Seng which looks so good. Though now, I realised that I missed my point of trying to save some money by not eating in Uncle Seng cause I think I spent way more than what i would have spent in Uncle Seng, but the experience was good. It was some good bakery. Ugh. I am hungry now. Sis was sweet today. :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(she usually is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am trying to get into Jefferson university in Philadelphia (twinning). HEY IT'S UNDER THE IVY LEAGUE FOR GOODNESS SAKE. But it's twice the price the local course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't, I wanna try for engineering again. HEY OVERALL IT'S LIKE 300K for twinning!!!!! I think that's OK and I'm counting the most expensive university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I think I might just rape myself and have babies with Bill gates son......who is still a kid.....but it doesn't matter...............SCRATCH THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I guess, I shall be a robber..no no no, the grand theft auto guy...OOOOHHHHH that's so good. I love that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-5030892960597997639?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5030892960597997639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=5030892960597997639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5030892960597997639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/5030892960597997639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/futurama.html' title='Futurama'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-8861448556067404473</id><published>2009-11-04T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:18:31.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Mania</title><content type='html'>I still wanna wear that dress I bought from Forever 21 but Parham said that it’s so revealing to be worn to KL. I was like..ISN’T THAT THE WHOLE POINT? Gonna have lunch with him later. Today, I had Maths exam and I screwed up some questions. I didn’t o 2 questions but they are just one-mark questions, other than that, I think I did OK. But I am still sad that I couldn’t finish the paper. After the exam, I met up with Jasmine and Jun Thong for One to One Session. It was funny and great. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had nothing to do again today since there wasn’t any exams today but there is one for tomorrow but I am so darn lazy to study. So, in the afternoon a lil’ longer after I woke up, I went to Pyramid with Debbie. I used up like almost 300 bucks on accessories and a dress. OMG. And I wanna have a party before I go off and I haven’t even bought the shoes for my prom yet. And I really wanna travel overseas. I really hope dad allows me to go. Parham says that he might wanna travel with me if he can get enough money.. I bought a lot of stuff and when I got home, I went to Parham’s place and we had some fun and I slept there then later, we went out for dinner in AC. We tried the new stall for Mediterranean food. It’s so cheap and SO DELICIOUS!! It was run by two Persians. One of the guy, as I suspected, was albino. And Parham, the guy who knew EVERYTHING about Bio and about restricting his mind and words, asked him why he’s so fair…HAHAHAHAHAHAH. He said that he worked in America for some time..so he’s like that….only Parham bought that….we socialized with the guys for some time after dinner and the albino guy came and talked to me and asked me if I were Chinese and I said yes and he started speaking to me in Persian and I was chuckled when I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. Then I forced my mind to come up with a compliment that he has a very strong Chinese accent. And he told me that he has a girlfriend is from China. Wow. OK. We played pool after that. It was great. We had a lot of fun…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-8861448556067404473?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8861448556067404473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=8861448556067404473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8861448556067404473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8861448556067404473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/pool-mania.html' title='Pool Mania'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-670097462046956519</id><published>2009-11-03T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:37:54.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had nothing to do after the exam so I hung out with Debbie and Kai Bing. Hehe. So, we met up for dinner in Salmon Steak. Not a place I adore but the stuff there are edible. I was so thirsty after jogging. I d two cups of Chinese tea cause they’re cheap, one medium size Slurpie and a large cup of green tea and lemon from the new Take Away. I love that shop!!!!!! Everything is so cool there. Hmm, later, we bought some cards and went to Asia Club to play pool. We had a lot of fun. I may suck in pool but I love playing pool. I think I am only good at pool when there’s no other people’s balls on the board. It’s like after everyone has almost scored everything, then only I start scoring tremendously. I gotta get better at it. While waiting for the rain to stop, we had a quick game of Chor Tai Tee with the cards. It was cool too. Oh while playing pool, the workers saw how bad I was and tried to teach me how to play and where to aim. Sheesh. IT’S MY GAME OK!!!! I feel so pissed when people try to tell me what to do when it isn’t their place to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran in the rain and there was lighting and as usual, girls just run when there’s lighting and I for one do not really Ike the fact that my hair points upwards a lot cause I have a lot of baby hair for some reason and like the fact that my hair points upwards a lot cause I have a lot of baby hair for some reason thus, the lightning will strike me first!!! In addition, I am tall. So, I began to scream a lil’ for fun and ran. All three of us ran and hahaha, I loved the fact that I pulled Debbie and Kai Bing so that I can advance forward. HAHAHAHHAA. In the end, I ended up taking the wrong way so I was still the last to reach her house. DEBBIE MADE ME WATCH SO MANY SAW EPISODES!!!! Omg!!! I felt a lil’ scared when I was walking home. Oh, after we were bored, we played pool again using the kid’s board. It was so retarded. I have the pictures too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6934845898352235342-670097462046956519?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/670097462046956519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=670097462046956519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/670097462046956519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/670097462046956519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/exam-break.html' title='Exam Break'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-4453208191374351114</id><published>2009-11-02T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:14:24.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Era</title><content type='html'>From Friday onwards, I was at Parham’s place helping him out with his work cause I was so bored and I really didn’t haven anything to do so I helped him. It was awesome. We had a lot of fun doing work together. We planned for Persian food but I don’t know if it’s even gonna work this time so I am not gonna put my hopes up high. He finally said to me, “Do you know we haven’t been having fun together like going shopping, playing pool,..” Aww, he realized!!!! And when Bakta was looking, I purposely held his hands. HAHAHAHAHA. And when I was alone while Parham was waiting for me outside the gate, he shouted GOODNIGHT!!! At me and I paused a lil’ while eyeing him form the side and gave him that egoistic face I use to do all the time. HAHA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that I missed Ann Yan’s birthday and I just texted her. OMG. I was telling myself continuously that it was her birthday and I forgot. I had Physics exam today and it was OK. I think I did pretty well too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah,I'm so freaking bored!!!! I'm gonna go shopping!!! Whee!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-4453208191374351114?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4453208191374351114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=4453208191374351114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4453208191374351114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/4453208191374351114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/11/examination-era.html' title='Examination Era'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-6310177213597907825</id><published>2009-10-29T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:02:34.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy with A Chance of Meatballs</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went back to Machines to change my earphones. And he took like 10-15 minutes trying to check the thing and either finding how to prove that I am crazy that I thought that the earphones has something wrong or he’s actually checking the earphones but we were running late and I was getting impatient. It’s like, JUST CHANGE IT!!!!!!! But he took his own bloody sweet time and in the end he refused to change it for me and he asked me to go and buy some thingie to connect my phone and the earphones cause he thinks that the connection has a problem and overnight, I thought about this. The problem I am facing is that the left side of the earphones don’t always give out sound and if it’s the connection problem, don’t you think that both sides of the ear plugs will experience the problem? I am feeling so mad right now. Why can’t that diot just change it for me cause isn’t it customer’s rights to have their products in perfect condition and honestly, HOW DARE HE ASK ME TO BUY SOME APPLIANCE TO MAKE THE CONNECTION BETTER!! I said that there’s some problem with the earphones means that there’s a problem!!! I think it’s either I’m gonna get some assertive guy to back me up the next time I go and change it or worse come to worse, I’ll just call dad to del with it the next time he comes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied like mad today and after that I went to Sunway Pyramid to watch Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Jac was laughing like crazy but I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hardly laughed. It was cute and nice and everything but I just wasn’t laughing too much when I was suppose to. Maybe I was just too hungry fantasizing about what I wanna eat cause the story was all about food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I am so bored. I am studying but I am trying to spread it our within a few days so that I have something to do everyday and it won’t be s taxing on me on that one day. Gosh, you have no idea how bored I am with somebody gone. I even started playing Neopets again. And I didn’t know what to eat and I really still wanna lose weight. I have lost some weight since last month but I want some more. I was so fickle-minded about what I wanna eat cause I really wanted to treat myself to some good food. So, I didn’t know if I wanna have Italianese, TGIF, Pappa John, Pasta Zan Mai, Sushi or Dessert Bar. I couldn’t make up my mind, so I had nuts for breakfast and lunch and until now,  I am still full. It’s raining now and I don’t think I can go jogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-6310177213597907825?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6310177213597907825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=6310177213597907825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6310177213597907825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/6310177213597907825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/10/cloudy-with-chance-of-meatballs.html' title='Cloudy with A Chance of Meatballs'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-9143976261919745655</id><published>2009-10-27T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:45:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KLCC conquered by Lyn and Hao Yi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SucGMlUUn6I/AAAAAAAABK0/I1TSiGFg7PY/s1600-h/the+art+I+did+for+the+guy+who+asked+for+my+number.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/Sub67sVhAKI/AAAAAAAABI0/1VI5hlZ00ws/s320/I+told+you+so....JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397277106870747298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out with Lyn all of a sudden today in the afternoon. I had lunch wih the normal mates including Mathias but not with Jac in Secret Recipe. It was so-so. I prefer the Secret Recipe in Ipoh. Here it’s really no good. So, I took the train and surprisingly I reached KL Central real quick. I met up with Lyn and we went to KLCC. We had so much fun laughing like mad and none of us could even remember what we were laughing at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while we were at Chili, we had bottomless fruit juice and we tried to make it worthwhile so we drank till we were so high on sugar. We even poured salt into each other’s drink and it tasted so bad!!!! (thanks Lyn for the 2 doses of salt) And I asked for an extra straw from the waiter and he was like, “If you share the drinks, you won’t get refills.” and&lt;i&gt; innocently&lt;/i&gt;, I gave him back the straw and he just smiled and, hahhaha man, I feel so embarrassed just thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as Lyn and I were doodling on our hands and everything and laughing at the same time, one of the guys named erm, Su-- something was it…he came up and told me what a cool tattoo I’m drawing and stuff and I asked him if I wanted me to draw it for him and he gave me a tissue where I drew on and later he asked for my number (3rd guy after being in a relationship) but I gave him a wrong number. Hahahha. I just wasn’t interested (I learnt from Debbie and hanging out with her made me adapt to some of her principles and this is a good principle which I should hold on too---if you’re not interested, you’re not interested, never try to learn to love or learn to like a guy who likes/loves you). Anyway, oh, I did my dare from Lyn in such a retarded way like, “Thanks….(pause)….honey” cause I actually forgot in the midst of laughing that I gotta say that to the short waiter..hahahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, we caught up but &lt;b&gt;I seem to be losing my memory&lt;/b&gt;. After SAM, I am gonna reread my diary again and relive the memories in my mind.&lt;b&gt; I hope I can travel alone to Alaska now&lt;/b&gt;. I don’t wanna go to Europe alone cause I don’t wanna be alone in a country where I can’t communicate fairly well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, on the way back, Lyn and I used different trains cause we live at separate areas. So, there was this guy who kept looking at my hand trying to see the stuff I drew on my hand and it was getting a lil’ annoying cause it was like HELLO, did you think I can’t see you peeping through every single lil’ hole and head to see my hand…and while I was in front of Casa Tiara, something really scary happened. (Ok, I classify whites as the europeand, Americans etc and the other category sre like the Mid-Easterns) so this guy was white but not the first category, I dare not say who or what he is but he kept shouting at me saying, “HELLO FRIEND CALL YOU!!! HELLO FRIEND CALL YOU!!!!” It’s either he’s asking me to call him or asking me to call him or he’s calling me. I have no idea but he was walking towards me and I got really scared (I had my pepper spray out just in case) and I walked a bit faster glancing behind hoping that he won’t come near or start running towards me shouting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HELLO FRIEND!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; or something!!! But I saw that there was this guard who was holding him back. Thank God. &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/6934845898352235342-9143976261919745655?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/9143976261919745655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=9143976261919745655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/9143976261919745655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/9143976261919745655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/10/klcc-conquered-by-lyn-and-hao-yi.html' title='KLCC conquered by Lyn and Hao Yi'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SucGMlUUn6I/AAAAAAAABK0/I1TSiGFg7PY/s72-c/the+art+I+did+for+the+guy+who+asked+for+my+number.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-999956474226522610</id><published>2009-10-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:41:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You'll Enjoy This</title><content type='html'>OK I shall make a &lt;em&gt;'mini  with almost the same content but actually it's far less'&lt;/em&gt; diary for you guys to compensate the things I didn't write. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;My parents were here and we went shopping and I finaly tried out the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; shoes&lt;/span&gt;. OMG. It's the best pair I have ever worn in my life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Debbie slightly happier by smashing cakes and patries on her face. HAHAHAHA. Thank God Reza didn't scold me..or else..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE WOULD HAVE TO FACE MY WRATH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. And I had vodka at night with Kai Bing, Debbie and Soroush. It was great. We were laughing our heads off (&lt;em&gt;not Soroush..not Kai Bing..)&lt;/em&gt; and we went to Starbucks and spent a lil' bit of time there before I started to feel a wee bit nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Jasmine in Asia Cafe. It was great and it took a long time to plan this meeting. I nhad fruits while we talked and I found out that &lt;strong&gt;she's leaving&lt;/strong&gt; for Australia soon. :( I don't get why people love going to Australia..It's not like it's cheap nor is it really that close to Malaysia..going there for a holiday or two is fine but to stay there during your younger years..omg...retiring there might be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I know that she'll be a ble to take care of herself very well and there won't be anythig to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;I was so emotional today. Everyone seem to reject me in everything I ask or did and I was really down and I just wanted someone by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was this movie where a guy cheated on his girl and after he repented, he told this, “I am gonna make sure that I live longer than my wife, because this time, I am not gonna leave her anymore…” SWEETNESS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was in Subang Parade, I came cross this couple who were walking together and talking in a very animated manner. I came to know that they are deaf and dumb. But it’s just so sweet to see pure love. Especially if only one of them is deaf and dumb. God, that’s just so beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my 3 besties who ain’t here beside me; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lyn, Jul and Nan&lt;/span&gt;. Darn it. I missed them so much. Parham and I talked about our after pre-university courses. Mine is ending in mid November while his is ending in early December. By that time, I hope that I would be traveling already and he also wishes to go to Germany and who knows, he might wanna go back to Iran. So, ugh, we will be separated for some time and yes, if I am doomed for medicine, I wanna start in February. But I don’t think I’ll like that place a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gotta feeling that I will be sulking a lot and be very arrogant cause I am still vain about the fact that I have a higher mentality and humour and coolness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soroush scared me to death the other night..err…Sunday was it? I was walking with Parham and suddenly, someone was whispering something that sounded like it’s about a car and I panicked cause it felt like that person was stalking us cause just before that, we were talking about cars too. I grabbed Parham’s hand and turned around and shouted at him after I found out that it was just Soroush. OMG. I can still feel my heart pumping now. I had yoga last Thursday..it was sweet. The &lt;strong&gt;Kamal&lt;/strong&gt; guy was funny but I didn’t sweat much (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and I ain’t liking that fact&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;And guess what has happened to my thinnest string of my guitar???? and I bought nerdy glasses. I looked nice when the lenses didn't have power. After they put ont he lenses that suited my eye, OMG, I look so funny and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;regretted buying it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sam’s best friend from Iran and he was able to speak a lil’ bit of English I guess. His name is errr….Sina I think. He’s so tall. In college, I basically ran all over college trying to get this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stupid form&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;doesn’t exist&lt;/strong&gt; cause &lt;em&gt;apparently, I made a mistake&lt;/em&gt; by hearing it wrongly..(I really heard that &lt;strong&gt;frog-faced woman&lt;/strong&gt; said that I need to get a &lt;strong&gt;form&lt;/strong&gt;). I ran to 3 offices to find that form when I just gotta go to the payment counter in one of the offices and pay RM 12. (In the end she said, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I didn't say that you should get a form...I said you should go to the payment counter and pay RM 12 and come back with a receipt&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;SHE DIDN'T BLOODY SAID THAT OK&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!) Sheessh. But she was just a lil’ loud and rude in the beginning but later on, she was nicer to me (the receptionist in charge of Sam--froggie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, TOMORROW (or should I say today cause actually it’s already 1:00am and it’s a Friday and today is actually my last day of class. Oh, yesterday, I had a lot of fun with Parham after class. He called me for dinner and after dinner, we went to the library and studied for a bit. It was cool. The library ain’t that cold anymore. I guess someone finally stood up and told the &lt;em&gt;fat librarian&lt;/em&gt; that it’s &lt;strong&gt;freezing cold&lt;/strong&gt;. It reminded me a lot of the beginning of Parham and I and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;After the library closed, we were walking down the stairs when he told me about &lt;strong&gt;Terry Fox&lt;/strong&gt;. This Canadian guy who had cancer at the age of about 17 or 18 and he wanted to raise funds for cancer research cause I guess that time the &lt;strong&gt;cancer research&lt;/strong&gt; isn’t as vast as it is today. So, he tried to &lt;strong&gt;collect funds by running all over Canada&lt;/strong&gt;. He died when he was 19 and he was at Toronto. Our college is selling the shirts and if there’s a nice size, damn it, I am buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts. I feel so nauseated but I can’t vomit. It all started right towards the end of the movie Parham and I and Iksheeta and her boyfriend, Reza watched. It’s called &lt;strong&gt;Law Abiding Citizen.&lt;/strong&gt; It was great. Reza is also pretty friendly and funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-999956474226522610?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/999956474226522610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=999956474226522610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/999956474226522610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/999956474226522610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hope-youll-enjoy-this.html' title='I Hope You&apos;ll Enjoy This'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-8858057128833779359</id><published>2009-10-24T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:10:50.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been So Long</title><content type='html'>OK, I am totally sorry for not writing in for a long long time. I was super busy with everything and I hardly even have time to go to the library to blog. Ya, my life is that pathetic. Anyway, The last day of class has passed and I sorta regret not being able to be the bigger person and look pass the faults and weaknesses of some people thinking myself of being the superior in some sense..I guess, and I don't really mix around and such. Sigh, I really had a lot of fun on the last day of class and it was just like the ol' times...like during the beginning of SAM. I pledge to never be too lazy to reach out again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Deb and I and Jac has a song in which we dance to. Haha. It's taken from The Proposal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the window to the window &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the wall to the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the sweat drip down my balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all you bitches crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh skeet skeet motha'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh skeet skeet god damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wiggle it jiggle it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wiggle it jiggle it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahha, each time we dance to it, we'll just laugh our heads off no matter how sad we were before that. Hmm, what else ya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, this Thursday, I am finally going out with Lyn...and hmmm, let's take a look at my busy schedule.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sulking at the corner revising&lt;/i&gt;....SCRATCH THAT!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;replacing in order...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPINESS IS CREEPING IN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;have food to satisfy my sadness&lt;/i&gt;..SCRATCH THAT MOTHA''''''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LYN-YI MANIA DAY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, OK, i will talk about the rest later on, I am gonna watch SAW 1-5 even if it kills me. I am so scared now...just now, while I was doing Physics, I played this cool game on my phone called Silent Hills or I don't know what...and I was just playing the tutorial of the game and I was freaking out like crazy and I found out that they are just teaching me how to take a key and open the door and there was no monsters at all. When I played the actual game, I was just at the first room in the first level and I was already scared to go anywhere else with the stupid music playing so loudly and scarily..*shivers*...I quit the game and decided that studying will be better than playing games cause I was so freaked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Sam just called. Sweet. Oh, I made a new friend while jogging. This small Chinese guy. But he seems cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-8858057128833779359?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8858057128833779359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=8858057128833779359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8858057128833779359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/8858057128833779359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been So Long'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-2588259548945339113</id><published>2009-10-13T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:31:18.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fans</title><content type='html'>Oh I am so sorry that I haven't been updating this blog since forever. I promise to write one whole novel about my life ASAP cause right now, my drafts for my everyday happenings are all over my house and I don;t have th time to put them together yet. Whatever it is, Debbie hacked into my account the other day and posted the last post but I don't bother taking it off for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, right now, I am suppose to do my formal letter from BB7 but guess what???? IT'S NOT THERE!!! I practically wasted my time to go to the library to do it while my teacher was away and it's not there. Ergh. I have so much to do but my life is so fucking boring these days. Ugh. I have been exercising like crazy to lose some weight and I sure hope it works. Dad bought me some shoes for jogging the other day and it's s good cause dad bought it from some brand which specializes in marathons. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back soon say at the end of this week OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6934845898352235342-2588259548945339113?l=iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2588259548945339113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6934845898352235342&amp;postID=2588259548945339113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2588259548945339113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6934845898352235342/posts/default/2588259548945339113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotimmaturejustknowhowtohavefun.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fans.html' title='My Fans'/><author><name>Hao Yi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976803865662830037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/SaN7DtexyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XmM2Ma9guCU/S220/DSCN3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934845898352235342.post-715670866740096432</id><published>2009-10-12T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:05:41.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE DEBBIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think debbie is really cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_906BTyxJqMY/StNFqWmDuzI/AAAAAAAABIs/g1RzyqFzeoc/s1600-h/DSC05654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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