<?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-20195641</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:37:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoken.Idiocity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115088670309666708</id><published>2006-06-21T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:45:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>I've moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please change your links to &lt;a href="http://stupifiedromance.wordpress.com"&gt;http://stupifiedromance.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;I might come back here once in awhile. But, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115088670309666708?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115088670309666708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115088670309666708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115088670309666708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115088670309666708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115079530670306203</id><published>2006-06-20T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:23:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>materialistic.world</title><content type='html'>Razmy triggered something in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate talking about me and money collectively. I mean seriously. Sometimes, I think people think I have loads of money just because I live in a massionette. So? It's not as if my parents use my money to buy this house. It's theirs. Not mine.  So stop bugging me about giving a treat, buy stuff, asking a loan, forking out money from me ok. Seriously, I'm really tight. Lee should know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something needs to be paid up first, please pay. I have to sacrifice my own money to get you guys the stuff only then you guys can pay me back? Come on, it's not worth me throwing away my lunches to compensate the money first so that you guys could enjoy and pay me back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me to buy expensive goodies for you! What? Laptop, mp3. I don't go around burning money (no pun intended). I have what I have now with my own pocket money savings. Sure, I have a laptop but, it IS for school. Sure, I have an ipod shuffle. Why? The cheap Lemon brand resorted me into buying a branded mp3 cause I know it lasts longer. Bags? Pocket money. Expensive tee shirts? Gifts! Damn! I'm even using cheap 3 bucks perfume ok? So stop saying you're so tight! Just save some money. Think before buying and you'll get richer soon. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling pissed off. Thanks Razmy! For sparking this dislike when I was just about to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's are easier when you walk away (Less Than Jake)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115079530670306203?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115079530670306203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115079530670306203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115079530670306203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115079530670306203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/materialisticworld.html' title='materialistic.world'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115062137335728732</id><published>2006-06-18T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:02:53.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>housechore-ing.is.a.chore</title><content type='html'>Went out with the family today. To eat breakfast and went off to Harbourfront for pizza. And my bro got me a new retractable optical mouse. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been out for three whole days straight (Thurs, Fri, Sat), I promised my mom I would do the house chores. She's been bugging me about it. So, I did. With abit of help from the little sister. She vacummed and clean the staircase. I did the rest. Fans, mopping, clear the toilet. Whew! It was really tiring. I need a massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the 24th June pit is still going on ok guys. Just to reinform you. It's at East Coast Park area C (near mcD) pit number 14. You can bring anyone you like. No booze is provided. Bring tons of money along. In case suddenly people decided to show up. Starts after 6 but if you were to come early, inform anyone of us. Bring food if you can! Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115062137335728732?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115062137335728732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115062137335728732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115062137335728732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115062137335728732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/housechore-ingisachore.html' title='housechore-ing.is.a.chore'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115055303435576987</id><published>2006-06-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:03:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.world.full.of.minis</title><content type='html'>Just returned from Esplanade. The place is still same old but damn! I really did missed the sea breeze there. Love it! Thanks for bringing me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, many things caught my eyes there today. There were a number of photographers there. I don't know what was the occasion but it was kind of flocked with "professional" photographers when I was at the rooftop. Haha! Then went to the Waterfront and observed more people with him. We realised, there's more and more minis going on. Like mini mats, mini minahs and mini skinheads rising. Small kids! Drinking alcohol and smoking! What's happening man? Sighs. Why is it that kids these days are so eager to grow up? Key word I want to bring out: Youth! Why waste your childhood on doing stupid things? Make up, boyfriends, alcohol, smoke can come much later. You get more stupid as you grow old. KIDS OUT THERE! PLEASE ENJOY YOUR CHILDHOOD! Don't go wasting time trying to fit in with the abangs and the kakaks with the wrong example.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm one of them too. But I'm so glad my sister doesn't turn out like me. I advised her to enjoy her childhood and think about boys later. They bring unnecessary confusion and distress sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please kids. Don't miss out on making fond memories that you can laugh at when you grow older. Like me! I know I was a slenger bachen kid last time. But I had loads of fun. I remember friends who are crazy. We got enthusiastic about Flag day! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115055303435576987?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115055303435576987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115055303435576987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115055303435576987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115055303435576987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/aworldfullofminis.html' title='a.world.full.of.minis'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115047068915696527</id><published>2006-06-16T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:11:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.of.the.month</title><content type='html'>Where I need all the attention I can get. Please! I need your attention. Yes, Mister! You! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be romanced. My romantic notions are kicking in again. My head and heart is telling me that I should be swept off my feet (like how Rizzo did with Lee just now..so cool lah eh!) and that I should be head over heels over something called love. I can't wait for it to really hit me in the face. Like BAM! A moment, a second that I truly feel love. That means, total trust, no insecurities. I'm learning slowly, and I mean REALLY slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I'm an attention seeker with a certain number of people where I like being in the limelight once in awhile. Damn! There goes the word attention again. Sighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date with Lee today was great! I love her. Thanks for the birthday treat darls. Watched Silent Hill. Highly recommended movie. Hehe! It got me shrieking softly and swearing all the time. Haha! Fun! Then we met with her boyfriend and off we went to Peace Center and Bras Basah and off to home I went. It's been 2 days straight that I went out. Mom's not too delighted about it. But, I'm FREAKING EIGHTEEN! Please mom. And it IS the holidays. I don't want to be stuck at home. Let me enjoy before school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the boyfriend got me 3 things for my birthday last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_3392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_3392.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an army camo raincoat, shades and "LESS THAN JAKE DRINK COFFEE DESTROY EVERYTHING TEE SHIRT!" I like!!!!!! Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115047068915696527?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115047068915696527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115047068915696527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115047068915696527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115047068915696527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/timeofthemonth.html' title='time.of.the.month'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115030209864625592</id><published>2006-06-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:31:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;JUNI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wahaha! Thanks to the people who are so on the dot to wish me. Like Ms Mirta, Ashik (XS denied), Nadiyah.&lt;br /&gt;Though the boyfriend is 10 minutes late, I don't mind it at all. Cause he made it up by calling and singing a whole birthday song to me! It's so flattering.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom and dad for dinner and ice cream. Not Swensen's. But I don't mind it. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ila, Ekal, Yana, Izwan, Seif, Sufi and Liza for remembering my birthday. (ok, so probably I dropped hints here and there). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I love you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115030209864625592?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115030209864625592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115030209864625592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115030209864625592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115030209864625592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday.html' title='birthday!'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115018899396049369</id><published>2006-06-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:03:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online.tests</title><content type='html'>Yet another one of those tests I like to take online.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt; You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt; You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt; You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt; You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;: You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt; You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt; You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt; You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="Label9"&gt; You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the causes of your conflicts with friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test71.aspx"&gt; (Take it.)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Ornaments signify harmony. You are likely to have a habit of criticizing. You tend to talk in such a way  that you are always right such as "It is not like that." or "I'm not wrong." You should learn to say  something like "I'm sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_=_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can finally have a breather on EEM cause me and Eunice are now in charge of bands. Muahaha! I like! Hehe! First page of dope sheet done. Characters chosen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115018899396049369?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115018899396049369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115018899396049369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115018899396049369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115018899396049369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/onlinetests.html' title='online.tests'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115012644677494787</id><published>2006-06-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:34:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupified.romance</title><content type='html'>Just wanna say thanks to all the people who have wished me an advanced birthday. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Seif (TOT)&lt;br /&gt;Yana (sicked)&lt;br /&gt;Sufi&lt;br /&gt;Liza&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Though it's not my birthday yet. Hehe! It's coming real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to go to school on my birthday just to scan the bloody pieces of work. Maybe, I should just come early on Friday instead. Like 8 in the morning. Or abit later. Therefore, I will only need to come back to school for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school break yet I feel bored already. Haha! I want to go out everyday. But it's not possible. I haven't even done my animation as yet. Damn! Who wants to do my animation for me? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;It's a full moon today. I like. I see him in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115012644677494787?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115012644677494787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115012644677494787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115012644677494787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115012644677494787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupifiedromance.html' title='stupified.romance'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-115001806066921688</id><published>2006-06-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:27:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x.men</title><content type='html'>Ok, I really have to say this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X MEN 3 ROCKS MY SOCKS LAH~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the movie at Causeway with smuggled sushi and kaya balls. Damn! The movie, is so freaking awesome. I couldn't stop saying it's so cool and get excited by all the actions. I don't know why I felt like the movie is so amazingly good. I couldn't believe that Prof X died! I can't believe Scott got killed by Jean Grey who got killed by Logan. Damn! I love Wolverine! It's like a must watch movie! And yeah, can't wait to catch movie with the best friend. Silent Hill / The Omen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And simply put, I love to think. Think about stupid, nonsensical, serious stuff. I just have to keep my brain working. I don't know why. Today, I was thinking about my EEM. I'm getting psyched about meeting the band and talking to them. Woo~! I love gigs! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big lolly: 8th July&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats: 15th July&lt;br /&gt;Happenstance event (gig in the pink) : 29th July&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-115001806066921688?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/115001806066921688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=115001806066921688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115001806066921688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/115001806066921688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/xmen.html' title='x.men'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114990667968519951</id><published>2006-06-10T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:31:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing.the.best.friend</title><content type='html'>Have I told you how much I love Lee? Hehe! I miss her lah! Hopefully our Monday plans will still go. Hehe! I only have to go back to school on Friday for submission of 2 person dialogue and the next Tuesday for DAD and GA. So glad. But I still have to do my 3DM during the holidays. Damn! It's going to be hard modelling my VW beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Had a long talk with Lee last night since the boyfriend slept. Hehe! It was fun catching up. I missed the old times. Honestly I was afraid we'd run out of things to say but amazingly, no! Hehe! See the wonders of best friends. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going out with the boy friend soon to catch a movie at causeway. Then will be going to jamm at Hudsucker Proxy studio at Little India. That place is awesome! Any of you guys with a band, try that place. If you take the train, alight at Little India and exit from exit A. Just call up Jeremy (LGT) at 90038605 for directions. Hehe! Doing some advertisement for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Esplanade. I'm missing that place badly. It is afterall my favourite place. I think the  last time I went there was a month ago. That's long! Well, the birthday is coming. Hehe! But damn! I'm gonna turn 18! Can we sheesha? Hehe! Crap. I love my friends. Can't wait for the pit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114990667968519951?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114990667968519951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114990667968519951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114990667968519951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114990667968519951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/missingthebestfriend.html' title='missing.the.best.friend'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114978343304116575</id><published>2006-06-09T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:17:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over.achiever</title><content type='html'>I might be going crazy I guess. I practically updated everything. And I really meant every kind of network I have. Like I updated my blogskin after procrastinating for so long. Though I still think I can be better. I updated my myspace profile page which I did myself. And finally, my friendster profile. Damn! I feel like a well achiever today. I'm glad though. I learn new things everyday! It's fun though not in the curriculum. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, What do you think of new new skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/msjuni"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/profiles/msjuni"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;. Holler me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm long due to post this lyrics up. I heard it a very long time ago. Only now did I appreciate it's lyrics. See.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay tonight by Matchbook Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 hours and 46 minutes to go&lt;br /&gt;but who's counting. i just thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you know&lt;br /&gt;I filled my head with your voice.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm drowning,&lt;br /&gt;Well I wrote this song for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything alright.&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me down,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have this down,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend a million nights&lt;br /&gt;Just like tonight you know,&lt;br /&gt;I screamed your name at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Until I lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd give my life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything alright.&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me down,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything alright.&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me down,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my sis and I have been talking about the appropriate gifts for guys. I find it easier to find stuff for guys. Girls, you have to consider the depth of the friendship. Making it alot harder. Anyways, I shall make a wishlist of what I want for my birthday. Which is coming really soon!&lt;br /&gt;I want:&lt;br /&gt;~ Less Than Jake merchandise (Tee [Drink Coffee destroy everything from Image 2001], CD [In with the out crowd])&lt;br /&gt;~ The Zinc bag that I've been eyeing at Westmall ($25)&lt;br /&gt;~ Plain black tee.&lt;br /&gt;~ New Laptop&lt;br /&gt;~ 30Gb external hard drive&lt;br /&gt;~ Digital Ixus camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I can't remember exactly what I want now. I used to have a whole list of them in my head. Guess it's gone. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114978343304116575?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114978343304116575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114978343304116575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114978343304116575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114978343304116575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/overachiever.html' title='over.achiever'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114973461444981100</id><published>2006-06-08T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:33:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im.such.a.sucka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/results.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/results.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Dammit. I took the test &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm in class now. Not doing anything since we already finished our website (sorta). I feel bad that I've not input much into the whole thing. Just did my part and that's it. Anyways, I'm not good at actionscripting and stuff. If we did our site in Dreamweaver, I would definitely help.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, I can't wait for holidays. But yeah. I still have my animation to scan in. Haha! But I got a feeling it sucks. Haha! Who cares? As long as I submit. My forte is not in animation. I wish that they could lay out a few modules we can take from, give us a specific number of modules to take and specialise in them. Like I can opt out for Basic animation and still do the rest. You know?&lt;br /&gt;I miss the boyfriend. I can't wait to see him this Saturday. Seriously. Sayang him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114973461444981100?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114973461444981100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114973461444981100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114973461444981100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114973461444981100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/imsuchasucka.html' title='im.such.a.sucka!'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114968467813975292</id><published>2006-06-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:52:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore.idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.singaporeidol.com/images/contestants/Paul-Twohill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.singaporeidol.com/images/contestants/Paul-Twohill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.singaporeidol.com/images/contestants/Rahimah-Rahim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 388px;" src="http://www.singaporeidol.com/images/contestants/Rahimah-Rahim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd vote Rahimah Rahim over Paul Twohill any day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the total reason why. But, I like Rahimah Rahim's voice. Though it's thick. When trained properly, shoo in top two!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is last day of school. But I still need to submit my Basic animation tomorrow, which I have not completed. I still have to come back to school next Monday for DAD, Friday for submission of 2 person dialogue and Tuesday for Game Authoring make up lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114968467813975292?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114968467813975292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114968467813975292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114968467813975292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114968467813975292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/singaporeidol.html' title='singapore.idol'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114952392002982232</id><published>2006-06-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:12:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get.the.picture?</title><content type='html'>In case any of you Asilent dudes read this blog (which I doubt so), photos are up in my photo album under hellnihilation.&lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/slyfox737"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Anyways, school = stress, final week = hell, holidays = meaningless (DAD, 3DM). Thanks alot lecturers. Why is it called a holiday? And yeah, look! It's not from normal lecturers. Sighs. 10th June = yay! 17th June = double yay! 24th June = Pit! Woo~!! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_3206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_3206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asilent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/giantlolliblack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/giantlolliblack1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114952392002982232?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114952392002982232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114952392002982232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114952392002982232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114952392002982232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/getthepicture.html' title='get.the.picture?'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114946910926461622</id><published>2006-06-05T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:58:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>support?</title><content type='html'>Will you support the gig I'm organising with my friends, regardless of place?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back from Hellnihilation. And damn! My neck hurts. Neckache from headbanging with Hanie too much I suppose. Haha! And I couldn't rest well last night. I only manage to sleep at 3 am. And I woke up at 7am. And I didn't solat Subuh today. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;Class is starting. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114946910926461622?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114946910926461622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114946910926461622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114946910926461622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114946910926461622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/support.html' title='support?'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114933740643030736</id><published>2006-06-03T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:23:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making.friends</title><content type='html'>I love making friends. Especially for the past few days. It's nice to expand my social circle once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have been chatting with Ben(The Leaven Trait), Apit(Swollen Madcap) and Ashik(XS Denied) online. But Apit, who got bored yesterday night decided to call me. As bored as he is, he still chats online while talking to me. He had enough energy to mock me and watch people under his void deck get into a fight. Cool huh? And he had enough concentration to make his energy drink. He said "Nak jadi abang build badan nyer type" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Wanna be the body builders type- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Funny shit! But then the boyfriend called after that and I put down the phone with Apit. And continued talking to the boyfriend. I love making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite it all, I still have a final project for Basic animation uncompleted. I still have not written my last article for Thursday. And I've not touched on Game Authoring for 2 weeks already. Damn! I'm such a slacker. But the most interesting of my this semester's module has got to be Events Management. I love thinking about me holding a gig. Thinking of solutions and plan bs. I don't mind it being so stressful. I know that in the end, it's all worthwhile to get the experience of holding an event and look at the contacts made. I'm happy for Events Management. I don't find that it's taking alot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellnihilation! Here I come! Muahahaha! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my first metal gig! Cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114933740643030736?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114933740643030736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114933740643030736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114933740643030736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114933740643030736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/makingfriends.html' title='making.friends'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114915206686711459</id><published>2006-06-01T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:54:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.dont.belong</title><content type='html'>I always get that feeling that I never and will never belong in Multimedia and Animation. Every time I look, I see an achiever in my coursemates. I took a good look at myself today, and I can't see myself excelling in this course. Though some have approached me and telling me they're not good in this course, I can still see them passing with at least a 3 GPA. Bah! Screw yourself. It's hard being a very unuseful asset in this course. No one wants me in their team. What am I good for? Providing entertainment. But, I'm a hardworking trooper when I want to. But when it comes to me, I'm not good. But I work well in a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today is a good day for me but I can't help feeling down. I need to be alone sometimes. Just take time off from the hectic schedules and deadline. Seriously, I'm not complaining much about schoolwork other than Basic Animation. That's the toughest and most time-consuming of all the modules that I've to take this semester. I just have to toughen up for the last week of classical animation. Then, I'm home free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decide to launch my portfolio today. Though the contents are not much. Take a &lt;a href="http://brandiedkisses.blogspot.com"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend today in 1M03. &lt;a href="http://kerosene-meow.blogspot.com"&gt;Liyani&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114915206686711459?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114915206686711459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114915206686711459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114915206686711459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114915206686711459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/06/idontbelong.html' title='i.dont.belong'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114898321650234022</id><published>2006-05-30T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:05:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>image.frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Lemon-Lime-Print-C10127490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/Lemon-Lime-Print-C10127490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Chocolate-Egg-Cream-Print-C10141666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/Chocolate-Egg-Cream-Print-C10141666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Popcorn-Print-C10210539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/Popcorn-Print-C10210539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Peanuts---Mini-Print-C10288346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/Peanuts---Mini-Print-C10288346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Fountain-Sodas-Print-C10335142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/Fountain-Sodas-Print-C10335142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/10200747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/10200747.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Drink-More-Milk-for-Your-Health-Print-C10215891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/Drink-More-Milk-for-Your-Health-Print-C10215891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Sno-Cone-Print-C10118187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/Sno-Cone-Print-C10118187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photos courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.art.com"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put these as tee-shirts and I'll definitely buy it. I'm not hungry. Just that I like how these images look like. It's so cute, and old-school. I like! It's like my "Jack and Jill" "Grab your rod, we're going fishing" and "Antique winding monkey toy" tee shirts that I have. I love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114898321650234022?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114898321650234022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114898321650234022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114898321650234022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114898321650234022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/imagefrenzy.html' title='image.frenzy'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114891281175165033</id><published>2006-05-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:26:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Img05C4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/Img05C4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend! I miss you truckfuls! When are we going out on our proper date? Been a long while since we did that. Hit me! I want to go on a date with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. No school for me tomorrow cause the doctor gave me an MC. I'm high on medication. Woo~! I'm gonna faint soon. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114891281175165033?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114891281175165033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114891281175165033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114891281175165033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114891281175165033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/loves.html' title='loves.'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114878404987300978</id><published>2006-05-28T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:41:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.and.pissed</title><content type='html'>I just came down with a sickness. Damn! Why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed. Cause last night my SIM card decided to crash on me. So contact me through MSN or if I'm not online you can email me at spoken.idiocy@gmail.com for personal messages, if not just leave a tag here and I'll get back to you asap. As of now, I don't have people's number. Yes. My phonebook is completely depleted. Help me out. Send me an email with your contact number ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still drawing right now. I don't know if I should go to school tomorrow. Don't have the urge to. But next Sunday, I'm definitely going to his gig. Any takers? I'm getting more tired of doing my assignments. Can't wait for holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114878404987300978?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114878404987300978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114878404987300978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114878404987300978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114878404987300978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/sickandpissed.html' title='sick.and.pissed'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114855329812144828</id><published>2006-05-25T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:34:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>details.of.pit</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've just booked the pit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: East Coast Parkway&lt;br /&gt;Location: Nearby Marine Cove&lt;br /&gt;BBQ area- pit: C-14&lt;br /&gt;Date: 24th June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring whatever you want. Tents, mats, whatever. Just bring it.&lt;br /&gt;You guys need to pay for the food. Hand over the money to Me, Lee or Mimie by 17th June.Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114855329812144828?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114855329812144828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114855329812144828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114855329812144828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114855329812144828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/detailsofpit.html' title='details.of.pit'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114846355112035726</id><published>2006-05-24T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:39:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.things.on.the.net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9FJqhF6KHREemIBDcl0N8gF;_ylu=X3oDMTBkMGJ0cWJ0BHBvcwM3MARzZWMDc3I-/SIG=140j7dnnb/EXP=1148549626/**http%3a//audio.search.yahoo.com/search/audio%3f_%26ei=UTF-8%26fr=FP-tab-aud-t%26artid=XXXXXXP000203376%26p=AFI"&gt;AFI&lt;/a&gt; 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Stay Fashionable&lt;/a&gt; (NIT, 1995)&lt;br /&gt;Search for &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9FJqhF6KHREemIBEMl0N8gF;_ylu=X3oDMTA2bTQ0OXZjBHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=144md0piu/EXP=1148549626/**http%3a//search.yahoo.com/search%3fp=AFI%2b%2522Rizzo%2bin%2bthe%2bBox%2522%2breviews%26ei=UTF-8%26fr=FP-tab-aud-t"&gt;Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching Artists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114846355112035726?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114846355112035726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114846355112035726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114846355112035726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114846355112035726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/randomthingsonthenet.html' title='random.things.on.the.net'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114827423117228403</id><published>2006-05-22T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:03:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.is.a.zZzZ</title><content type='html'>One hour's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/hat_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/hat_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling headach-y right now. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table set. Lame. I know. I'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update for now. I'm in the school lab blogging away. With 5 minutes to kill before the class is over. I'm going to Pizza Hut! I want a baked pasta please. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114827423117228403?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114827423117228403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114827423117228403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114827423117228403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114827423117228403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/schoolisazzzz.html' title='school.is.a.zZzZ'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114821897587680832</id><published>2006-05-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:42:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small.short.update</title><content type='html'>Yeah, when you're in my course, damn. It's hard to find time for much things. I practically multi-tasked yesterday. Jamming session plus checking the location out. Then home, checking out more locations on the net, finding graphics for UED and Game Authoring. Damn! I can't wait for the holidays. And even then, I still can't get a breather for long. I still have my events management to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting crankier lately. Sorry if you guys were victimised in my rants. I'm really sorry. I just am getting pressurised by the workload. I still have to organise the BBQ which I don't have money for. So, you guys who are involved and reading this, please pay up. Hehe!! I'm not pushing anything to anyone anymore. I don't want to be burdening others with my problems. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is totally random.&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite fancy jewellery. I'm a simple girl on the outside but a whole level 100 maze inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114821897587680832?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114821897587680832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114821897587680832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114821897587680832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114821897587680832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/smallshortupdate.html' title='small.short.update'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114805118928704172</id><published>2006-05-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:06:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scene.kids</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Lee and Wan. Next time k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tied up lately since I have tons of assignments to work on. Now, 3D modelling by Monday before 5pm, Basic classical animation by Tuesday, Ezine at least 3 articles by Thursday, UED graphics by Monday, Game Authoring graphics by Tuesday. So yeah. VERY tight! I don't know what I actually have for my Digital Audio Design. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may see lack of updates for a couple of days. So yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raf: Haha! I would love to but I don't really have the cash to travel around the world in a bike. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Farahnadya: Thanks! And really? Hmm..must be my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Kak yana: Nah, once in awhile only it cocks up.&lt;br /&gt;Hak: Photoshop dude! Hehe! And thanks! =) It works better for me to work on plants instead of people. Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114805118928704172?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114805118928704172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114805118928704172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114805118928704172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114805118928704172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/scenekids.html' title='scene.kids'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114779042249331556</id><published>2006-05-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:40:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101.reasons</title><content type='html'>To have a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the freaking bus departured from the bus interchange half an hour late. Dang! Half an hour. I was 15 mins late for class. See, public transport can never be too reliable. I want a bike to bring me to school. I want a bike that I can go exploring with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a GILERA please. Or some sponsorship for my bike license. Throw in a highway code book and a street directory and I'm all set. Hehe! I'm frigging acting like a boy! Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/flower%20vector%20plus%20text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/flower%20vector%20plus%20text.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at vectors. I only liked the bottom part. Like Umi said, it looked like collage. I like. Thanks Mie! For teaching. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I acted annoying like bapok in the bus on the way home and I miss squirtle the boyfriend. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114779042249331556?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114779042249331556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114779042249331556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114779042249331556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114779042249331556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/101reasons.html' title='101.reasons'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114759160446594038</id><published>2006-05-14T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:26:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>911.to.anyone</title><content type='html'>Steps to romancing juNi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go through the lengths of finding her in Friendster without any knowledge of her email account and when you finally found her, she's in the last few pages of the search.&lt;br /&gt;2. Act all shy (or more sincerely, honestly) ask for her number.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave her roses by the door. Or show up with a single stalk of rose as a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring her places irregardless of purpose. There's only one thing in your mind, to spend time with her.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch the sunset together, afterwhich, look her in the eyes (though in the dark) and plant a kiss on the cheek (or other spots on the face).&lt;br /&gt;6. Be merry around her, when you're happy and all smiles, you'll see it in her too.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tolerate her, in the end, she'll notice how great you are.&lt;br /&gt;8. Suprises, suprises, suprises!&lt;br /&gt;9. Kiss her on the forehead and hug her close, she loves to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;10. Just make her feel loved and appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-indulging entry. Ignore if you hate it. I'm just feeling great about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Animation, ezine, events management, 3d modelling not done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/ilivemylifeforyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/ilivemylifeforyou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114759160446594038?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114759160446594038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114759160446594038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114759160446594038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114759160446594038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/911toanyone.html' title='911.to.anyone'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114752857397553915</id><published>2006-05-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:56:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentythree.fiftynine.fiftynine</title><content type='html'>Raf is feeling it, I'm feeling it. Nostalgia mode. Haha! Just read her entry about how she reminisced about the bubblegum pop days. I seriously miss those days. Here I am listening to more pop. I don't know, sometimes, pop just yells calm to me. I've been singing Mandy Moore and Joey Mcintyre lately. I'm crazy. I know. PMS. Blame it all on that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like feeling sentimental. Like look at things and just cry for the sake of crying. Or maybe not? Haha! I don't know. Sometimes the past seems so innocent and sweet to me. Naiveity doesn't bother me abit. Sometimes, not knowing much is the best to stay out of trouble. But sometimes, it can hinder you. What am I blabbing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just like to look out the window, and think about the times where I had my friends with me all the time. After school we will be chilling in class, sharing a laugh or two. How I miss the days. It's been 17 days since I last seen Lee. I wonder how she's doing now. My life has been a bore lately. I need the normalcy! I'm not complaining about him, just that I miss my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I don't know why I'm tearing up. Shucks! I hate mood swings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114752857397553915?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114752857397553915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114752857397553915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114752857397553915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114752857397553915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/twentythreefiftyninefiftynine.html' title='twentythree.fiftynine.fiftynine'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114731512885964981</id><published>2006-05-11T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:44:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gig.lah.bodoh</title><content type='html'>Gig: Hellnihilation&lt;br /&gt;Date: 4th June 2006 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: I.J. Studio Space (Drop At Paya Lebar Mrt)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2pm - 10:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Lineup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;Obscure Phionix&lt;br /&gt;Savage Messiah&lt;br /&gt;Little Girl Terrorist&lt;br /&gt;Shadows Embrace&lt;br /&gt;All Stars Mix Band&lt;br /&gt;Dark Resurrection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Asilent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhetorical Theory&lt;br /&gt;Jackalhyde&lt;br /&gt;Ars Nova&lt;br /&gt;Death Defyerz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support my boyfriend's band. Hehe! I love my boyfriend. I want to be like most of the people who fills up a whole blog entry about their significant other.&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend, he means the world to me. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114731512885964981?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114731512885964981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114731512885964981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114731512885964981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114731512885964981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/giglahbodoh.html' title='gig.lah.bodoh'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114727807759990263</id><published>2006-05-10T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:21:31.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>control.freak.and.childish.behaviours</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plSfKHZZwZ4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plSfKHZZwZ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This people get whacked for laughing at another's bad english. Haha! Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel so insignificant in class and unwanted cause I can't do much things. It's sad you know. To know and admit that. Always, there's a group of people who decided my fate on how I will do in class. How my grades will turn up to be. I hate being controlled and stepped all over. I hate when people assumes. I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;Must they be the domineering force? After a year of learning together they still want to be like that? Sighs. Sometimes, 17 to 20 year olds can be so childish.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they not consult me for my opinion before deciding my fate? Why do you guys have to put the chopping knife at my head and force me to bend to your rules. Seriously, you guys suck. I can really see that. Yes, I can handle the shrills and screams and what not behaviour of your 17 to 20 year old minds. You're old enough to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants their grades. What about me? I don't give a half fuck about my grades? Really. Why not I put you guys in a Quran reading class and don't care about how you guys are going to do. No relevance to the topic but still same meaning. I don't want to fail too. Thanks for being such great classmates guys. I don't have much say anyways. I can work with anyone when they can work with me. Why not you? The industry is a harsh world. Don't expect to be with your bunch of friends. Why not you guys just fuck with each other?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114727807759990263?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114727807759990263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114727807759990263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114727807759990263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114727807759990263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/controlfreakandchildishbehaviours.html' title='control.freak.and.childish.behaviours'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114714456168971722</id><published>2006-05-09T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:17:32.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animation.galore</title><content type='html'>As promised, these are the animations that I've created. This is from semester two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf?u=YUhSMGNEb3ZMMk52Ym5SbGJuUXViVzkyYVdWekxtTmtiaTV0ZVhOd1lXTmxMbU52YlM4d01EQTNNakUzTHpFd0x6UTNMemN5TVRjeE56UXdNUzVtYkhZPQ==&amp;d=94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="316" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;amp;videoid=721717401&amp;amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from semester three. Though it's shorter, you can definitely see the difference. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzjC8NH_20A"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzjC8NH_20A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm in game authoring class now. Shucks. It's giving me the headache. We're trying to make the dice change randomly. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's talk about contradictions now. Hehe! I so love this topic cause I myself am involved in having a few contradictions myself. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny isn't it? Sometimes we say things that totally contradict ourselves. Like for example, have you ever caught yourself saying that you don't like PDA(public display of affection) but when you're in a relationship, you do exactly what you don't like? Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Well, unless you have self-control. That's different. But I only know one person who stands true to every single word she says. Haha! I love her. I wonder how she manages to stay true to her own words? I don 't know. Maybe she's just determined. And willed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more tonight, gotto crush numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114714456168971722?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114714456168971722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114714456168971722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114714456168971722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114714456168971722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/animationgalore.html' title='Animation.galore'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114708034152473522</id><published>2006-05-08T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:25:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.is.cool</title><content type='html'>What did I do in school today? 3D modelling with 3DS max. Hehe! It's such a cool tool. And looking at Jamie doing it can induce the envy emotion. Though there is the fact that he's the Aussie lecturer. And he's being doing it for ages. He created a table with teapots, cups, vase, flower and knife all in 15 mins, maybe it was less. I was too mesmerised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also did my animation. It was such an amazing difference from my semester 2 work. When I  have transferred my work to my laptop, I'll show you the difference. Hehe! It's a tiring few hours work but it only came out for 4 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my honeydew milk. Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114708034152473522?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114708034152473522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114708034152473522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114708034152473522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114708034152473522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/schooliscool.html' title='school.is.cool'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114689537766513787</id><published>2006-05-06T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:02:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mission.impossible</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love the sound of the ice cream man ringing his bells. Hehe! Not that I would love ice cream all the time. Once in awhile, it's ok. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 days to ________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been thinking alot about working out in school before school starts every Wednesday. The problem is, I don't have a locker. So it means, bringing toiletries just to  workout. Maybe it can work. Since I don't have to bring laptop to school on Wednesday. Maybe I will. A game of squash never hurt anyone. Haha! All I need is a partner. It'll be oh-so-boring to workout alone. If not, I would definitely not mind cycling alone for an hour around the neighbourhood. Maybe I'll discover a thing or two around here. Living a year here has not made me discover much. So, maybe I'll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next. School's been a bore but not with Raf and Umi around. Hehe! I love spending time with Raf. I didn't manage to in the first year cause I don't know. I was too much a snob back then. I want to bond with everyone if I could. Haha! I'm asking for too much aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mobbed with assignments. I miss Lee. I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114689537766513787?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114689537766513787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114689537766513787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114689537766513787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114689537766513787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/missionimpossible.html' title='mission.impossible'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114670645425059475</id><published>2006-05-04T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:34:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im.back</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back mainly cause of one ULTIMATE reason. OSB class is a snore. He's damn bloody lame. Every single name he goes through he needs to comment on them. Haha! Then he only he allows us to call him by Mr Ong or Sir. Haha! Whatever SIR! Stop it with the mock accent please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm involved in:&lt;br /&gt;~ Events management gig project&lt;br /&gt;~ Classical animation drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no other projects that's been handed out to us yet. I hope I will be able to time manage properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ last Saturday was a blast though not many people that I expected to come didn't came. It's sad. But we stayed on till 10:30pm. Pictures has been posted up in my &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/slyfox737"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Snapple. Ok, Random. Snapple Apple is Apple Snapple. Say it fast and alot of times.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Lee, Rizzo, Umi, Fiq, Wan, Ajik, Siti and others who are interested.&lt;br /&gt;24th June, East Coast Area C or D, 4:30pm onwards.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ! Weee~! 10 bucks per person ok? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've nothing more to say. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114670645425059475?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114670645425059475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114670645425059475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114670645425059475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114670645425059475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/05/imback.html' title='im.back'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114629224836963330</id><published>2006-04-29T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:30:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last.post.before....</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is going to be the last post before I go for my hiatus. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? Well, school has started.  Lesson has not started but the projects are already coming in. So, it's e-magazine again for me and umi. Hope it's going to be easy. Events management, gig. Haha! That's all I have to say about the projects now. I still have to think beforehand what game and other stuff I have to create before school starts. So, busy bee me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one month has passed. Great suprise. Love you. Don't want to go yapping about my love life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else have I got to say? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah! During term break (12th June to 25th June). I was thinking about making a pit at east coast. I will bear the pit rental cost. Food expenses is to be shared. Who wants the pit? Please holler me. Tell me a date you want to make it happen. And please, no last minute back out. If you guys want to thon, I have no qualms. But bring your own tent. So, who wants to go? Bring anyone you want. No restrictions. Poly friends! Gig friends! Boy friends! Girl friends! Let's go! Holler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114629224836963330?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114629224836963330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114629224836963330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114629224836963330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114629224836963330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/lastpostbefore.html' title='last.post.before....'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114595473463480627</id><published>2006-04-25T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:05:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.blee</title><content type='html'>I'm officially a year two student today. Sat in class with my coursemates. Caught up with friends. Rafidah, Mirta, Nad, Ain. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;To prove that we're not lazy, Umi and I had started to brainstorm for our Portfolio Project 3. An e-zine. Within minutes, ideas started to flow. Hehe! I can't wait to get started. My dream of becoming a photojournalist is getting closer. Umi's dream of being a web publisher is more real than ever now.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't talk about people since it's a bad thing to do, and I can't talk about myself since it looks as if I'm a self-centered person. Sighs. Sometimes, you can't please everyone. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/IMG_2772.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A girl can always tolerate whatever bad habits her boy friend might have. Like when he texted you to call him and when you did, he's doing something else. Like playing a game or talking with other people. And when girls are on the phone with the guy, all she gives is pure attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, why can't guys just put away all those things and just focus on us for a change? Even if someone is talking to us while we're on the phone, we would at least have the courtesy of saying there's someone on the phone. Hey! At least girls can multi-task. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when we want them to focus on the task at hand, we would keep mum, cause you know, they're busy. Then, they would ask, "Why are you silent?". Hehe! How does a guy's mind work? Some one please shed some light on this issue. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114595473463480627?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114595473463480627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114595473463480627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114595473463480627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114595473463480627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/blahblee.html' title='blah.blee'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114572571456273722</id><published>2006-04-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:13:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks.moments</title><content type='html'>Do you remember this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey McIntyre - Stay the Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you ever wish&lt;br /&gt;you were someone else&lt;br /&gt;you were meant to be the way&lt;br /&gt;you are exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say&lt;br /&gt;you don't like the way u are&lt;br /&gt;when you learn to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;you're better off by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you always stay the same...&lt;br /&gt;'cuz there's nothin of you I would change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you could be&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want to be&lt;br /&gt;if you could realize&lt;br /&gt;all the dreams you have inside&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid if you've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;just open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;and let it show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you ever wish&lt;br /&gt;you were someone else&lt;br /&gt;you were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;the way you are exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say&lt;br /&gt;you don't like the way you are&lt;br /&gt;when you learn to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;you're better off by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you always stay the same...&lt;br /&gt;'cuz there's nothin 'bout you I would change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;reach down inside&lt;br /&gt;the love you find&lt;br /&gt;will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;you'll come out right&lt;br /&gt;have faith in what you do&lt;br /&gt;you'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish&lt;br /&gt;you were someone else&lt;br /&gt;you were meant to be the way (you were meant to be)&lt;br /&gt;you are exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say&lt;br /&gt;you don't like the way you are (whew)&lt;br /&gt;when you learn to love yourself (love yourself)&lt;br /&gt;you're better of by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you always stay the same...&lt;br /&gt;(stay the same)&lt;br /&gt;'cuz there's nothin of you I would change (change)&lt;br /&gt;no there's nothin' 'bout you I would change&lt;br /&gt;(don't change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love this song till right now. Me and Raf starting talking about it at MSN. Hehe! Nice! I like.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm craving for teh. Teh Tarik ideally. One thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, meet Kush at SSDC. Then off we went to Seoul Garden AMK. Nice! Second time eating at Seoul Garden. And he treated. Thanks! Love you! Hehe! There were so many funny parts. The prawn that I tried to clumsily hold with the chopsticks keep flying off from them. And landed on the table or on my skirt. Haha! Then stupid me go dump everything on the soy sauce and barbequed it. Haha! Shucks! It was so salty ok! And I had to down it all no thanks to him. He just laughed there. And yeah, think coffee + chicken. God! I didn't like the new marinate. It was...eww! But Kush liked it. He tricked me into eating it twice! Shucks! No!! I don't like coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hour's meal, we head off to Bugis! He bought an Atreyu tee shirt while I got myself a very good FCUK jacket for school. You know how cold NP can get. Hehe! I saw the original price tag only on the way home. It costed about 150 bucks originally, and I got it for 12 bucks. Hey! It feels good to have something expensive on your skin once in a while. Then off we went home. Haha! Had a fun day cam whoring with his phone. My camera's battery died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm on cloud nine today! wee~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/wee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/wee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114572571456273722?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114572571456273722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114572571456273722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114572571456273722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114572571456273722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/flashbacksmoments.html' title='flashbacks.moments'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114567866009873258</id><published>2006-04-22T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:04:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mac.n.cheesesticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cooked these two in conjuction with my sister's birthday. Hehe! Yum! My first "bake" product that turned out very nicely. It was almost perfect. And the mac and cheese! Gosh! Hehe! Two new things that I'm very new to. But, it's nice! Can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me after cooking, and that's my sister cam-whoring after eating the mac n cheese. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've uploaded 5 wallpapers to my portfolio. I haven't finished all the segments yet. Just wait. Hehe! Anyways, they've changed the schedule for next week school. Sighs. Have to go back to school for one and a half hour just to install DAD software. Damn! I don't want to go to school on Thursday for that. Thursday is too important. And they've annoyingly changed it so that Wednesday is a no-school day. Damn! I can actually skip Monday of school. Haha! But no! I want to go even for awhile. Home is kind of boring. I'd rather go to school sometimes. Hehe! I'm crazy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite, now I've got to get ready to go out. Hehe! There goes me! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114567866009873258?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114567866009873258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114567866009873258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114567866009873258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114567866009873258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/macncheesesticks.html' title='mac.n.cheesesticks'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114559041796081702</id><published>2006-04-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:33:37.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy.bee</title><content type='html'>Well, what have I been up to the last three days? Not on the phone definitely. An hour's wasted on talking on the phone a day. But other than that, I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on my portfolio which I just set up in blogger. It's not completed yet. I've yet to customise the skin and upload all my stuff. So, when I'm done, I'll announce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINA! Stop saying I'm old cause you already grew a year older. Haha! Finally 14. Love you sis!! Muacks! Though we may not look the same, we're still sisters. If I made an attitude with you, haha! Heck! You made attitude with me too! So, we're even. Blueak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_1971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else? Hmm, oh yeah! Tomorrow's SATURDAY! WEEEEE~!! I'm estatic! I'm over the moon. I'm on cloud nine! Hehe! Gile.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114559041796081702?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114559041796081702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114559041796081702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114559041796081702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114559041796081702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/busybee.html' title='busy.bee'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114550708791442412</id><published>2006-04-20T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:24:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absence.makes.the.heart.grow.fonder</title><content type='html'>Well, I've got quite a response for the food.combinations entry. Hehe! Thanks guy. Comfort food = sinful food. Hehe! Remember, don't try all of that in a month. It's not good for health. But, once in a while, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom pointed out to me that the home phone bill is shooting through the roof. I don't blame anyone. I blame myself. Hehe! It's just that it's hard for me to have self control. I love to talk than IM-ing anyone. I find that talking is more sincere than chatting. And you only focus your attention on one person and not many things. To me that is. I'm sorry mom. I'll pay like a quarter of it back ok? He's helping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have school tomorrow. Yes, you're not reading wrong. I have some orientation shit from 9am to 5pm with only an hour's break. Shessh! I won't be officially starting lesson next week. We have things to go through with the freshies. Hehe! I'm involved in "Software Training" which involves Macromedia stuff excluding dreamweaver. Haha! The freshies are fortunate to have this. They should count themselves lucky. We, the will-be year two's have to figure out how to use the software on our own within 1 hour in class. What can we do right? We're the guinea pigs for this new course. Haha! I'm so glad there's no school on Thursday (27 April). Hehe! And my Events Management class will start next Friday. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so many things yesterday. Making my desktop wallpaper, making Asilent's website which sucked for the second time, editing pictures. Haha! Guess I got totally bored. But I like the wallpaper. Red and black. I'm not going to post up a picture of it in case someone takes it away from me. I'm not ready to discard this wallpaper as yet. I'm going to compile all my wallpapers one day and put it in my portfolio. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've blabbed enough for one day. Better be off now. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114550708791442412?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114550708791442412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114550708791442412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114550708791442412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114550708791442412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/absencemakestheheartgrowfonder.html' title='absence.makes.the.heart.grow.fonder'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114534193179797629</id><published>2006-04-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:31:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food.combinations</title><content type='html'>me: Nutella + jemput-jemput pisang = HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;me: Koko Krunch + cold Milo = delicious!&lt;br /&gt;me: Honey Star + Milo = yum!&lt;br /&gt;me: French Fries + Vanilla Ice cream = fried ice cream. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;me: Sweet chilli cause + Mayo = new tasty sauce&lt;br /&gt;me: Oreo + peanut butter = Wee~!&lt;br /&gt;me: Bread + peanut butter + banana = creamyly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadtp: Banana Fritters + Ice cream = nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hak: Mayo + Wasabi = nice unique dip&lt;br /&gt;Hak: Strawberry youghurt + vanilla ice cream = a slightly healthier and yum yum ice cream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raf: Coleslaw + Whipped potato = different taste, yet still nice.&lt;br /&gt;Raf: Bread + Cheese + 1 teaspoon of sugar = lazy man's(woman's) supper/breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza: Cheese toast + Nutella =&lt;br /&gt;Liza: Digestives biscuit + Nutella =&lt;br /&gt;Liza: Bread + Banana + Choco Fudge =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Cookie crisps + Iced Milo = Nice~&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Mint ice cream + peanut butter = DO NOT TRY please&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Pokka Tea + marshmellow = high-flying (It made her high once. Hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help people. Please add more to this list for me by showing me some love. Hehe! I'm trying to concoct nice food taste. Hehe! Try this all if you can. It's really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114534193179797629?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114534193179797629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114534193179797629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114534193179797629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114534193179797629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/foodcombinations.html' title='food.combinations'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114524716157553120</id><published>2006-04-17T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:14:19.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy.birthday.lee</title><content type='html'>LEEEEEEEE!!!!! MY EVER SO BELOVED ONE AND ONLY BESTIE!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! Finally, you're 18! Can do things already. Hehe! You know what I mean right? Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a very fulfilling year ahead with your loved ones, especially your family, me and WIZZO! Hehe! I love you! I don't wanna lose you. Hehe! So gay right? Hehe! Nevermind. I love Lee! Hehe! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE makes the world go round. Hehe! Ouh, and this wish is from the panda family. Hehe! You know who. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/punk%20rock%20returns2%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----End of wish----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ok, move on now. Sheesh! I wish her too many times in a day already. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, I went to Kush's aunt's house cause they had this mini kenduri. His grand dad just passed on. He wanted me there. So, I just came.&lt;br /&gt;He kind of tricked me to meet his whole family. Gosh, it was nerve wrecking. Twice I wanted to turn around and go home. But, I'm glad I stayed on and be there for him. 3 hours with the family. How can I not almost pee in my er..pants? Haha! But it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially hooked to this song. &lt;strong&gt;Takkan Melupakanmu by Radja&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh terindah, lagu yg terindah&lt;br /&gt;sengaja aku cipta untukmu yg terindah&lt;br /&gt;semoga dapat meluluhkan segala keraguan&lt;br /&gt;semoga dapat menghancurkan kerasnya batu prasangka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff: aku takkan melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;takkan meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;takkan menduakan cintamu, ku bersumpah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak ingin mengingkar janji&lt;br /&gt;tak ingin menjadi duri&lt;br /&gt;tak ingin menjadi api cinta yg membara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebahlah kau di pelukku&lt;br /&gt;lepaskan resahmu&lt;br /&gt;bebaskan jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;dari prasangka-prasangka burukmu&lt;br /&gt;dari kerasnya batu curiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat reff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senyuman melati&lt;br /&gt;sambutlah mentari&lt;br /&gt;raihlah cintamu&lt;br /&gt;hari ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat reff &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114524716157553120?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114524716157553120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114524716157553120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114524716157553120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114524716157553120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/happybirthdaylee.html' title='happy.birthday.lee'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114511183230598108</id><published>2006-04-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:37:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.fairytale.story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a girl went out with her best friend whom she's not been out with for a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;The girl came over her best friend house and spent half an hour reorganising her best friend's song files. It was tiring but she managed to get the job done. Her best friend was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;The rain poured heavily that afternoon, but it did not dampen the moods of these two girls to cam whore. Afterwards, they headed for harbourfront since the girl has been craving for some NY pizza for 2 weeks already. They walked around harbourfront looking at pretty shoes and accessories and clothes. This girl stumbled upon her poly friend, Jit Wei. He was dark from Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Then these two girls proceeded to Esplanade to chill and talk for awhile since they have not talked for ages. They needed the much catching up and shoulder lending and emotional let outs. She was happy that her best friend was there for her. She was feeling very angry and mad and frustrated over something. But after the talk she felt better. They left for home at 8.10pm. She is a pictoral story of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/part%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/part%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/part%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/part%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114511183230598108?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114511183230598108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114511183230598108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114511183230598108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114511183230598108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/afairytalestory.html' title='a.fairytale.story'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114507719653017920</id><published>2006-04-15T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:59:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fears</title><content type='html'>Something that I got off from friendster. I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR:&lt;br /&gt;[x] the dark&lt;br /&gt;[ ] staying single&lt;br /&gt;[ ] getting married&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being a parent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] giving birth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being myself in front of others&lt;br /&gt;[ ] open spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;[x] heights&lt;br /&gt;[x] dogs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] birds&lt;br /&gt;[x] spiders and/or other insects&lt;br /&gt;[ ] driving or being in cars&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flying&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being put to sleep (anesthesia)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being touched&lt;br /&gt;[x] fire&lt;br /&gt;[ ] water&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the ocean, deep water&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pools&lt;br /&gt;[x] failure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] success&lt;br /&gt;[ ] germs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thunder/lightning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] frogs/toads&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mice/rats&lt;br /&gt;[x] jumping from high places&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snow&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wind&lt;br /&gt;[x] cemeteries&lt;br /&gt;[x] clowns&lt;br /&gt;[ ] large crowds&lt;br /&gt;[x] demons or evil&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crossing bridges&lt;br /&gt;[x] death&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hell&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Heaven&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being robbed&lt;br /&gt;[x] being sexually assaulted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] men&lt;br /&gt;[ ] women&lt;br /&gt;[ ] having great responsibility&lt;br /&gt;[ ] doctors, including dentists&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being punished&lt;br /&gt;[x] diseases, including cancer and STD's&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] sharks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poverty&lt;br /&gt;[x] ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] trains or railroads&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fear&lt;br /&gt;[x] being alone&lt;br /&gt;[x] losing my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] being blind to things&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being deaf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] growing up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being murdered in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! There you have it. I'm a scaredycat after all. Just putting on a brave front.&lt;br /&gt;Today will be different, I'm going out with Lee on a Saturday! Haha! Not with squirtle. Some things are better not mentioned here. I hope he's doing fine. Well, I better get ready. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114507719653017920?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114507719653017920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114507719653017920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114507719653017920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114507719653017920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/fears.html' title='fears'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114490299623511153</id><published>2006-04-13T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:13:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gig.updates</title><content type='html'>Some gig updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Event: SKA FIESTA!&lt;br /&gt;Date and Time: 29th April 2006 Saturday, 12-10pm&lt;br /&gt;Where?: PLANET PARADIGM, Singapore Shopping Centre, Level 6 (Dhoby Ghaut&lt;br /&gt;MRT) Ticket: $10 (Available at the door only)&lt;br /&gt;Bands:&lt;br /&gt;PEAS &amp;amp; OATS&lt;br /&gt;2 MINUTES LATE&lt;br /&gt;SECRET ARMY&lt;br /&gt;COMIC STRIP&lt;br /&gt;FISHTANK&lt;br /&gt;THE BOIS&lt;br /&gt;CESSPIT&lt;br /&gt;DEVIATION OF SKA&lt;br /&gt;ENDLESS&lt;br /&gt;STILLRIVER&lt;br /&gt;THE RUCTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/bigmnhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/bigmnhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the poster to enlarge. So, who's going what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much things been going on lately. Yum! Hehe! I wonder where Lee has gone. Hmm, she can't be seen online these days. Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;Umi just messaged me saying that she saw Fir Khan yesterday. OMFG! The dude brings back bad memories for me. AHH! He's with a minah tudung. Hehe! I thought, according to him, he's not even supposed to be allowed to be seen with a girl alone. Haha! Whatever dude. You're so over rated. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bad to be bitching about him like this. I'm a mean person. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I suck! I suck!!! Seriously, I suck! I'm such a horrible person. I'm insensitive, demanding, annoying, irritating and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I simply SUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!! I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;Well, better stop before I bitch again. Haha! Ciao! Show some love.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Family Guy is hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114490299623511153?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114490299623511153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114490299623511153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114490299623511153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114490299623511153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/gigupdates.html' title='gig.updates'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114484326917295857</id><published>2006-04-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:13:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.Guy</title><content type='html'>Some videos to pass the time. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114484326917295857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114484326917295857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/familyguy.html' title='Family.Guy'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114482642891885371</id><published>2006-04-12T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:20:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guys.and.loyalty</title><content type='html'>Hmm, sometimes I wonder, how come a guy can be totally loyal to his group of guy friends and not to the only girl he's with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, twice I've seen blog entries about a guy from the group not thrilled at the sight of his friend having a girl friend. Because they feel neglected by this person. Hmm, maybe they just need time to adjust to the fact that their friend has been shared by the opposite species. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty, hmm. What is considered loyalty? Being for the person 24/7 or being for the person when he/she needs you the most? Does that mean not mingling around with other people due to loyalty? What's your say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis asked me about this when she was eating her Mee Kuah. She asked, "Why is it that your lips get swollen and red when you eat extremely hot and spicy food?" I couldn't answer. Haha! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lee, I miss squirtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 more days to Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 and 9 days to 2 important people's birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 days to school opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 more days. *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114482642891885371?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114482642891885371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114482642891885371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114482642891885371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114482642891885371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/guysandloyalty.html' title='guys.and.loyalty'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114465077688452754</id><published>2006-04-10T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:32:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boho.moho</title><content type='html'>If I could change my look, I would definitely go &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com.sg/listResults?browse=0&amp;Query=boho&amp;amp;SearchWorldWide=0"&gt;boho&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the clothes. It's modest yet alluring. Haha! I don't want to wear something to revealing as it might burn people's eyes. It may even hurt them to look at me wear sexy. Eww. I don't want to anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just browsing through the net today for clothes. So, I just got a little curious. Than I realise, I love pesant tops. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what I found. They're all so preTTy~. Haha! But before I show you, I realised that I'm not as skinny as some of these models are. I'm not even close. So, I'm just trying to make myself envious. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/31480_LargeF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/31480_LargeF.jpg" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/167546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/167546.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/32317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/32317.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/175397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/175397.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially there's more. But Blogger decides that I'm not good enough to upload more than five pictures. Fine! Have it your way than. Haha! I love the last one. The sweater. It's so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/mc596-green.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/mc596-green.1.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/041788098b77464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/041788098b77464.jpg" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bottoms. Hehe! Now I definitely lose the mood to blog. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss squirtle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114465077688452754?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114465077688452754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114465077688452754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114465077688452754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114465077688452754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/bohomoho.html' title='boho.moho'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114458693038867557</id><published>2006-04-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:58:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of.smiles.and.frowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/haizad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/haizad.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/khai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/khai.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/ashton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="278" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/ashton.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/kevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/kevin.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From left: Haizad Imran, Khairudin Shaharom, Ashton Kutcher, Kevin Zegers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post today?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's not about guys. It's about guys with nice smiles. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;I like cute boys with strong features and a really cute killer smile. I don't know why. I think I have a fetish for smiles. Hehe! I especially ADORE Kevin Zegers smile. Hehe! He's so cute right? Hehe! I don't like hot guys. Give me cute anytime. I rather take cute. With a smile. Hehe! Yeah, I know Khai is old but what the heck? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also love and totally adore this guy's smile and cute face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/heluvsme.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hmm..well, there's nothing more to say here. I miss squirtle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114458693038867557?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114458693038867557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114458693038867557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114458693038867557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114458693038867557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/ofsmilesandfrowns.html' title='of.smiles.and.frowns'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114451067498531319</id><published>2006-04-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:37:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>james.and.other.stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back. Feeling more perkier than ever. I'm not sure why. Haha! Maybe it was the brownie that I just ate. Hehe! Baked it myself! Hehe! Nice. Though not perfect. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've got new specs! Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, my sis has one too. Look how adorable she is in this picture. Hehe! So chuBBy. Hehe! After that on the way home on the MRT station, guess what we saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup with James? Haha! Then we found out, it's actually something that Singpost has. I can't remember what but yeah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've got nothing much to update on. I promise I will update if I'm thinking about something. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114451067498531319?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114451067498531319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114451067498531319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114451067498531319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114451067498531319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/jamesandotherstuff.html' title='james.and.other.stuff'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114420133769114209</id><published>2006-04-05T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:42:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attention.seeker</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, all you want is alittle bit of attention. I want attention. I've been in the shadow for the past few days. Like, neglected or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really bored at home these past few days. Lee is busy or lazy to go out, Umi is working. I don't know what to do. I'm totally bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114420133769114209?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114420133769114209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114420133769114209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114420133769114209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114420133769114209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/attentionseeker.html' title='attention.seeker'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114403695150395325</id><published>2006-04-03T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:09:59.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchful.entry</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's just something that I want to say. I'm not directing it to anyone. Just saying it when I came across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing is, I rather see a pretty face than a not-so-pretty but fat and show-of-your-asset kind of person. You know what I mean? Ok, I may fall under the category of not-so-pretty but fat face but I don't care much. Cause I know I don't like to flaunt. I still keep intact of what my parents taught me. Not too show off my body so much. There's still some "showing off" but it's not to the extent of going out in public and wearing super low neck that shows off that blardy longkang and more. It's not that I'm envious. I'm just saying "Are you asking for trouble?" I know that some might say it's part of getting comfortable in your own skin but why do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nak tunjuk sangat tetek kau sampai pakai baju tunjuk pat sume lelaki? Mane maruah kau? Kalau nak pakai baju cam gini lebih baik pakai bikini bile kau kluar kan? Alamak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, us fat chicks need to realise that it can be disgusting if it's overflaunted. We just need to know our limits. We can't be wearing what a size 5 chick may be wearing. Don't force ourselves to wear such things right? The only solution, exercise. If you really badly want to wear such things. Sheesh! I'm not trying to be a saint and preach. Just want to say, know your limit. Wearing such clothes is not wrong, but look at the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remembered seeing a minah wearing 3/4 pants with black very low cut tee shirt to a wedding! WEDDING! Not just any occasion. Sheesh! Dress your part arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless rantings since none of my friends are fat. Only me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know what I mean, here is what I mean. And that's not me. I found this person locally whom I have no contact to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="97" alt="Don't be like this" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/stupid.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114403695150395325?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114403695150395325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114403695150395325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114403695150395325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114403695150395325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/bitchfulentry.html' title='bitchful.entry'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114396304249417230</id><published>2006-04-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:31:46.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good.luck.streak</title><content type='html'>I'm in Events management class! Woo~! My appointment was supposed to be on next Friday but I got a call from school of IS and they said they were giving me a chance to do my appointment earlier. So, I did. And my lessons will be on Friday 8am to 12 pm with Joseph as the lecturer. Those involved in Friday IS and wants to take up Events management, please be in the same class as me. Please. I want a certain level of comfort zone and fun in class. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, April Fool's day. Went out with the family (minus bro). Made new specs. Haha! I like. My sis made one too. But I'll only be getting it next Friday. By the way Lee, I think I know how Ila's new specs looks like. It's damn expensive. Haha! Anyways, next Friday I'll be heading off to Suntec then to take my new specs. Wee~!! I've got astig. Shit. But at least my degress dropped. Was supposed to go jamming with Asilent too. But, it got cancelled. So, hung out with Kush and Kenny at Far East. Then off to Peni. Kenny went off to meet his friend so me and Kush looked around for clothes. He found a tee shirt he's been dying to buy. So, I helped him pay abit. Haha! Can't resist seeing that smile on the face everytime he gets excited over things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I called Lee to ask her to meet us or something. Then swing over to Esplanade since Afiq told me to. Haha! Then met with her and Khairi and Amin and Afiq. The only people I know. Saw Shai performed. They were cool. Hehe! Then left for home, as my leg has been hurting the whole day. Took the bus. I like the bus. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really dislike people who put words into my mouth. Listen to what I say and not what you depict what I said or want to hear what I say. Stop it sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, just that, my parents and sis has been having moods lately. Really can't keep up with it. It sucks sometimes when I feel like they're just putting words into my mouth when I haven't said anything. Like I said, "SUNDAYS ARE FAMILY DAYS" So I know I'm obliged to go out with the family on Sundays. I never said "WEEKENDS ARE WITH THE FAMILY". I really didn't say that about weekends. I only said SUNDAYS. I have witnesses to me saying that, Lee and Kush. I spend most Saturdays with friends. Aren't I entitled to? I spend most weekdays alone. Shessh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114396304249417230?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114396304249417230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114396304249417230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114396304249417230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114396304249417230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodluckstreak.html' title='good.luck.streak'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114378091677839653</id><published>2006-03-31T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:55:16.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.late.celebration</title><content type='html'>Haha! Must have been one heck of a fun night last night. Hehe! Celebrated dearest Mimie's birthday. Walked around Clarke Quay since she wanted to "club" so much. Haha! No no. We didn't club. Just passed by the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lee was all geared up. Ready with everything. Took every kind of reasons to go to the Loo. But yeah, my stomach was really hurting. So, we filled up our weapon, ammo in hand and attacked her. Haha! We were playing with water guns at Clarke Quay. I'm too lazy to describe. Let pictures speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2533.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114378091677839653?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114378091677839653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114378091677839653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114378091677839653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114378091677839653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/alatecelebration.html' title='a.late.celebration'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114369870310972284</id><published>2006-03-30T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:05:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recovering.status</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the love you guys. So many love! I'm drowning in the sea of LOVE. Haha! Ok, random. Just wanted to say, I love you guys! Muacks!! Show some love! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Lee to JP yesterday. Boy! When was the lat time we went out that just involves only the both of us? Haha! There were so much differences in JP now. It's been eons ago since I last stepped into that building. Haha! Just went around the area. Look at things. Toys 'R' Us was a blast! Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee's childhood dream was to be a princess. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2502.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2502.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got excited looking at the cat's wobbling head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love rag dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we love Spongebob and Patrick! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember our Polly Pocket days? It used to be so tiny and fun right? Sad to say, the revival does not hit too well with me. Now it's no longer pocket. It's big. Sad. Well, you know what they say. Camwhoring in the toilet is the new thing now. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/200/IMG_2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lee! Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114369870310972284?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114369870310972284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114369870310972284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114369870310972284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114369870310972284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/recoveringstatus.html' title='recovering.status'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114361145143506975</id><published>2006-03-29T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:50:51.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New.in.the.news</title><content type='html'>New skin. It's back to basics. Black. Haha! How'd you like it? Leave a footprint. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/lee.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/Image(641).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/Image%28641%29.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the new skin. While you can. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114361145143506975?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114361145143506975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114361145143506975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114361145143506975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114361145143506975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/newinthenews.html' title='New.in.the.news'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114343104560837954</id><published>2006-03-27T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:44:05.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happily.sad</title><content type='html'>It's really amazing how that one person can make you feel the saddest and happiest sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;It's also amazing that you give your all but still it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the second month of our first..err..interaction? Haha! Ok, the first day we actually got to know each other. Tomorrow is the day we first met each other. Wow! 2 months. With no breaks in between. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The squirtle has squirted&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lee. Haha! But it's ironic that we only met last Saturday. Guess I miss the old times when she is just MINE! ALL MINE! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm not that kind of person anymore. I've grown. I've learnt to be by myself. My sis asked me last night. Why do I like to go out alone? Hmm..I don't have an exact answer for that. But, sometimes, you just need to learn to be alone even if it feels awkward. She calls me weird for spending time by myself. I got to learn to love myself right? Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis can make me happy, angry and pissed at the same time. Cool huh? I like it that she's opening up to me. Hehe! Let's talk about abang and that kakak with black kebaye and pink skirt some more. Hehe! And let's talk about who's gonna get married first. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I think I'm out of things to say. So, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114343104560837954?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114343104560837954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114343104560837954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114343104560837954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114343104560837954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/happilysad.html' title='happily.sad'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114321363404760923</id><published>2006-03-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:20:34.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshoping.is.cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/IMG_2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/IMG_2409.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/2.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/1.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two possible outcomes after simple photoshop-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just doddling on paper. The Patrick drawing is done by none other than Kush! Haha! Great copy I must say. Hehe! Ok done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114321363404760923?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114321363404760923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114321363404760923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114321363404760923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114321363404760923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/photoshopingiscool.html' title='photoshoping.is.cool'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114319797302070321</id><published>2006-03-24T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:59:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results.proves.i.am.really.average</title><content type='html'>Well, the results are out. Hmm, what can I say. GPA of 2.625. Average. That's me. Nothing special. Just another student who preoccupies her time in school just to get this kind of results. What the? I want a freaking 3. But I totally blame myself for not studying and doing better. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to Lee, Wan and Mims. Sorry tak dapat ikot. Next time bilang siang2 if you wanna go out on weekends with me. Cause I'm not the last minute plan kind of person. My butt itches more to go out on weekends than the weekdays. So, if there's plan, confirm with me before 2pm. Thanks and sorry again guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running on battery now. Hope this laptop doesn't die on me.&lt;br /&gt;Better be off. And guys!!! I'm really really really sorry ok.. =(..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114319797302070321?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114319797302070321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114319797302070321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114319797302070321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114319797302070321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/resultsprovesiamreallyaverage.html' title='results.proves.i.am.really.average'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114308839519539351</id><published>2006-03-23T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:22:28.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Juni&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Juni!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes 17 muscles to smile, and 43 to frown at Juni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without its lining of Juni, your stomach would digest itself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The condom - originally made from Juni - was invented in the early 1500s.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baskin Robbins once made Juni flavoured ice cream!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juni is 1500 years older than the pyramids!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worldwide, Juni is the most important natural enemy of night-flying insects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juni can't drink - she absorbs water from her surroundings by osmosis!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juni is picked, sorted and packed entirely in the field!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Juni is swallowed, she will enter the blood stream within twenty minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edinburgh imports three thousand kilograms of Juni every year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I found off Ekal's blog. Hahaha! Stupid siak! Haha!! I didn't even know I made the condom and was imported every year!! Heehee! And according to number 7, I'm like spongebob or something. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I'm super super damn over the edge bored. Thank god it's Thursday. Tomorrow is officially the weekends! I can't wait for Saturdays. Haha! Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114308839519539351?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114308839519539351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114308839519539351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114308839519539351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114308839519539351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114301135723393528</id><published>2006-03-22T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:16:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.ho.what.do.you.know?</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! Here I am again. Back after an hour's worth of slaving in the kitchen. Guess what I cooked up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2404.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 142px" height="540" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2404.jpg" width="733" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 142px" height="660" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2403.jpg" width="865" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="650" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2401.jpg" width="909" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese chicken, Fishball and chicken chunks soup and sweet and sour fish!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so freaking hungry right now just looking at the pictures. Hehehe! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Special shout out to (acc to class) Mirta, Nadiyah, Ain, Jun &amp; Jit Wei, Mims &amp;amp; Raf. Shall we start Settler's Lite in school? Read your ****ing school email guys! Shall we propose a business deal and run a mini Settler's Cafe in our own school? What say you? TAG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114301135723393528?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114301135723393528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114301135723393528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114301135723393528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114301135723393528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/heyhowhatdoyouknow.html' title='hey.ho.what.do.you.know?'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/th_IMG_2404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114300078211821466</id><published>2006-03-22T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:13:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredomness.and.empty.promises</title><content type='html'>There you go. The hair. With the hairstylist. Hehe! Ok, Lee straightened it but my sis did the do for me. Hehe! Thanks!! And ouh yeah, sorry for the truly disgusting picture. Haha! Bear enjoyed it though. Hahah! Crazy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 126px" height="593" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/IMG_2364.jpg" width="638" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/me%20new%20hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I made a button for you guys to add me through. The link is under "My saviours". Hehe! Relink me if you want to. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, I'm gonna cook today! Haha! Soup or something. I've got to shop for groceries before I know what I'm making. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out after doing all the chores is considered a crime now. What happened to "I don't mind you going out juNi but do your chores first before you go out lah. I also tired come back from work you know." But I already did my share of chores. Aren't I allowed to go out and have fun? Hey and look! I'm cooking today! There's 2 girls around. What happened to the other pair of hands that needs to help me out? LINA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114300078211821466?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114300078211821466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114300078211821466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114300078211821466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114300078211821466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/boredomnessandemptypromises.html' title='Boredomness.and.empty.promises'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/my%20stuff/th_IMG_2364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114290972379719635</id><published>2006-03-21T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:55:23.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemicals!</title><content type='html'>I have straight hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not exactly straight but wavy and managable hair! Heheh! I love it to bits. Thanks Lee for taking the time to do it for me. It's like the first time in my life I feel my hair falling smoothly down my face. And getting it back up is so easy. Hehe! I like wavy hair. Hehe! But sadly though, I get to "wear" this hair for only a week. If I want it wavy again, I have to do that whole stinky process again. Hehe! It really stinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about hair!&lt;br /&gt;See, I have no life till I have to talk about my hair in my blog. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...nothing much happen though. Lee gile. As usual. Came to my house yesterday. Hope to have a sleepover soon during your holidays. Blajar masak skali ok? Heehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114290972379719635?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114290972379719635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114290972379719635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114290972379719635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114290972379719635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/chemicals.html' title='chemicals!'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114277917702448056</id><published>2006-03-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:39:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>esplanade.fever</title><content type='html'>Long warm shower. *cracks fingers* now I'm ready for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to esplanade like very often these days. It's the best hang out place I can think of anyways. Any suggestions for a very nice peaceful place to chill anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, hung out with Lee and Rizzo! It was fun! Took so many pictures of them. I'm sure most of you have seen the pictures over at hers. Haha! Then met up with him at night just for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, whole day spent with him. Moved from Yishun to Woodlands to Admiralty. Haha! All north areas. It was fun moving around and meeting with his friends. Zaki was nice to talk to. The only one who bothered to talk to me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to Expo, Geylang, Harbourfront with the family. Disturbed Megat when he's working. Hehe! Sorry! Then bought the super triangle hawaiian pizza and pizza burger at New York Pizza. You should buy the food there. It's huge and cheap! Hehe! Couldn't get enough of it. Then off to esplanade with my sis. Dad dropped us off at Esplanade. Then waited around for an hour for Lee to arrive. During waiting, met with alot of people, Aisyah, Azura, Fuad, Zul, Ken, and 2 other unknown people. I know them they know me but I forgot their names. OOPPSS!! Haha! Sorry! GSC, The Suns and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked to &lt;strong&gt;PeterPan&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;Mimpi yang Sempurna&lt;/strong&gt;. Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah bila ku bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Pada bintang-bintang&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila ku mulai merasa&lt;br /&gt;Merasa kesunyian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tololkah aku yang berjalan&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kehampaan&lt;br /&gt;Terdiam terpana terbata&lt;br /&gt;Semua dalam keraguan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aku dan semua yang terluka&lt;br /&gt;Karena kita&lt;br /&gt;Aku kan menghilang&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pekat malam&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ku melayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biarlah ku bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Pada bintang-bintang&lt;br /&gt;Tentang arti kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dalam mimpi yang sempurna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulang*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114277917702448056?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114277917702448056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114277917702448056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114277917702448056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114277917702448056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/esplanadefever.html' title='esplanade.fever'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114247493376231653</id><published>2006-03-16T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:45:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys and gals. How have the holidays been looking up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this problem of not having a life during holidays. That's why I always look forward to school opening. But then, as soon as school starts, my social life follows. Haha! It's damn weird that it occurs the same time. Ok, the final decision is for me to wait for Lee to finish her school and we can always go out 24/7. Haha! Ok, bedek. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I remembered in Secondary 4 when we will see each other 24/7. Like everyday we see each other's faces. Blah! But the time spent was nice. We always have fun! Yay! Love Lee to the basketfuls! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked to MySpace. Dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has any lobangs for jobs for me? I can do anything. Currently, I'm sort of "employed" by Fiaz to work on their band webbie. Haha! He's a friend. Don't want to charge. Haha! Maybe if I do, it won't be a big sum. Will be heading to his condo on Saturday! Wee~! My first condo trip. Hehe! Kancheong. And like what my sis says, "Muke kejong". Haha! Can't wait to see them session while I play away with my laptop. Wee~! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty, sincerity and smiles must come from the heart right? Why does it seem like I haven't been getting that from him the past 2 days? *sighs* Guess he's too busy to bother sometimes. Maybe it's just me being WAY paranoid again. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114247493376231653?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114247493376231653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114247493376231653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114247493376231653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114247493376231653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/pointless.html' title='pointless.'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114239037988008186</id><published>2006-03-15T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:39:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phobic?</title><content type='html'>Before I start off, just sincerely want to know how users of ACER feels about the laptop. I'm helping a friend out. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, since something happened yesterday, I just feel about talking about phobias. I myself have phobias. Stage and height to name two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how I dreaded talking in front of a crowd on a stage. I almost broke down and it tremendously caused distress to me. I feel nauseated when teachers ask me to do presentations on stage. It happened once in primary school. I thought I could handle the stage. But once I got on it, I was petrified. I don't know why. Beads of perspiration starts to form on my head. My knees wobbled with fear. The lights suddenly became too unbearable for me. I feel like I'm naked in front of the whole school. I kept thinking that people are staring and gasping at me. I feel like a freakshow. Dang! I really just wanted to run away from there. And my Malay teacher saved me. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened again in secondary school when I had to participate in a debate. Words totally left me. I almost brokedown in front of the audience. I struggled trying to say the words out. My hands were trembling and shaking uncontrollably. Constantly, I felt like I wanted to throw up. I just wanted to sit down cause the world was spinning too much. In the end, my group lost. And I still feel it's my fault. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T EVER TRY TO MAKE ME TALK ON STAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've never really heard people talking about their phobia. Maybe because they haven't found it yet. But once they are faced with it, better watch out! They're gonna freak out like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I ever dreamt that all the celebs in the world are my buddies. Stupid, I know. Well, better be doing what mom tells me to do. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114239037988008186?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114239037988008186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114239037988008186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114239037988008186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114239037988008186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/phobic.html' title='phobic?'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114230768377354320</id><published>2006-03-14T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:56:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the.oh.so.long.holidays</title><content type='html'>I shall now leave a sigh of relief..*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I'm getting bored all over again. Haha! I don't know why. But, I've been editing many many pictures. Hehe! Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/ragnarok%20addicts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/ragnarok%20addicts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/herewestand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/herewestand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, so two of them are just messing around with layers and text. So what? I cheated alittle. Hehe~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/herewestand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/try%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/try%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/own%20escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/own%20escape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 guys and a girl one is done based on request. Haha! For Rosli. Nah! Happy or not? Haha! Now go make the tee shirt. It's not done according to what you wanted me to do but oh wells, I don't normally listen to you anyways. Haha! I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;"Our very own escape". We didn't take the pictures in a toilet mind you. I think some people might know the location. Hehe! Hint: Stupid metal!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I better have my breakfast soon before I faint. Haha! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Help out guys! Those who are currently holding on to ACER laptops, please tell me about it. Tag aite! Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114230768377354320?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114230768377354320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114230768377354320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114230768377354320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114230768377354320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/theohsolongholidays.html' title='the.oh.so.long.holidays'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114221564332664090</id><published>2006-03-13T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:07:23.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bore.</title><content type='html'>I'm totally bored this holidays. Who wanna ask me out? Please! But I still have to look at my schedule. Dotz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114221564332664090?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114221564332664090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114221564332664090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114221564332664090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114221564332664090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/bore.html' title='bore.'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114208800961947048</id><published>2006-03-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:40:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much.awaited</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm back for a proper update.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I always click on THAT icon everytime I log on to my laptop. Haha! Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been an okay holiday for me. Nothing much to do during the weekdays but out for the weekends with him. Had a totally fun day out on Wednesday. We spent the whole day together. Haha! Crazy people. Then, followed him to jamm the previous Sat with his band Asilent at Serangoon. Nice place. Very comfortable. What not with the sofas and pillows around. Haha! Jamm again today. My ears almost burst. Think cause the room was smaller compared to the Serangoon jamming room. Seriously, there was a moment when my ears can't hear properly. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at Esplanade. Chill. Went off from there at 8pm. Then sent him home (terbalik), then waited for Lee at Admiralty. Hehe! I missed you seh! Sorry I won't be going to any gigs tomorrow. Hehe! Seriously, not been having moods to go gigs. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, overall, that's what I've done over the holidays. Practically nothing much. Just rotting and playing Ragnarok. Haha! I'm addicted to that! Haha! Alright, better ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114208800961947048?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114208800961947048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114208800961947048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114208800961947048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114208800961947048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/muchawaited.html' title='much.awaited'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114195882556532471</id><published>2006-03-10T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:47:05.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.weird.facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tagged by: Lailaaaaaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: The first player of this game starts with the topic 5 weird facts about yourself, and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their 5 weird facts as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Do not forget to leave a comment that says, You are tagged in their blog and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 weird things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Did you know? I love to talk to myself before I go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;[2] NS Army Men are a total turn ons for me. [weird girl]&lt;br /&gt;[3] I love to poke fun at my bestie! [She doesn't mind it though]&lt;br /&gt;[4] I used to self reflect every Thursday? [It's just the wind onThursdays]&lt;br /&gt;[5] Every bad situation I take out the BRIGHT SIDE of things and make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taggin to: Lee, Mimie, Nad [02], Raf, Yana, Siti Bedah! hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114195882556532471?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114195882556532471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114195882556532471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114195882556532471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114195882556532471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/5weirdfacts.html' title='5.weird.facts'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114191679044267273</id><published>2006-03-09T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:06:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnarok.fever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the bestest day ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to update. My life is boring..Blah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEEEE!!!!! Where are you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114191679044267273?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114191679044267273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114191679044267273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114191679044267273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114191679044267273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/ragnarokfever.html' title='Ragnarok.fever'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114161710619432549</id><published>2006-03-06T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:54:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots</title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating. Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Why are there many more cases of murder nowadays? Can't you see? If you kill in Singapore and get caught, you'll end up dead? Are you dumb? You know you can't run away from the law even if you try your very best. You'll still get caught, and not only that, you'll have to face the death sentence. Stop being stupid people. Poor Nonoi.&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is that I have a cousin with the same nickname who lives 3 blocks away from where Nonoi lives. Freaky eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took some things from Lee's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're afraid to love a person because of friendship, you have two choices; either tell what you feel and let love take its place or forever hide the feeling under a friendship full of pretenses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up! Hehe! Don't take it to heart eh. And one more for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past is meant to be used as a tool for the future. Bad experiences indeed make you bitter but the lessons learned should make you better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling alittle bit stressed up lately. But I hope to put it all behind me and pretend nothing has happened and continue living like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Mirs, that's only half of the story. If you knew the other half, don't know what you'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114161710619432549?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114161710619432549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114161710619432549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114161710619432549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114161710619432549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/idiots.html' title='idiots'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114153371035002388</id><published>2006-03-05T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:41:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decision.</title><content type='html'>Well you've been there once or twice and you still don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I say you just never gave it a chance. Give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think to make us happy, I have to sacrifice, yet again. Shucks. I hate to be the one who sacrifices. But it has to be done. If I'm the one who constantly pushes him to make a decision that is not easy, I have to go before he leaves me. Go, not as leave and be totally "I-don't-know-you-exist" type but go as in "I'll-always-be-here-for-you-waiting-silently" type. But I don't know if I should. Lee has always told me that I'm too selfless for my own good. I have to be selfish. But, sighs. It's too hard to choose. It's either he'll be happy or it's me. For now, I know it's not possible for both to happen. To be perfectly honest, I'm happy now but not contented. Cause he's not totally with me all the time. Maybe I'm expecting too much. Maybe I'm controlling too much. Maybe he's not ready. Maybe there might not even be an us. *sighs*..decisions decisions. This is still not a finalised decision. I don't know what to do as yet. Haish..god help me. Friends help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look ugly when I cry. So, don't look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114153371035002388?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114153371035002388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114153371035002388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114153371035002388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114153371035002388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/decision.html' title='decision.'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114136073134237260</id><published>2006-03-03T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:38:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am.i.a.good.friend?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel like I'm not a good friend at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been the best friend to Lee lately. Well, maybe because both of us are busy. But, I could have always made time for her right? I'm a selfish person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel all alone. Like there's no one.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are people surrounding me. Just that I FEEL like no one's there for me. I may be all smiles but I'm not contented in my heart cause I don't feel anyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like I've used people.&lt;br /&gt;Just small little things that I do sometimes makes me feel bad. As though I'm forcing something on someone. And when they finally submits, I feel like I've used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like as if people talk behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;This is really getting old. I rather people say what they're not happy about me and hlep me change. You guys always talk about change but how could I if you don't help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel too overcontrolling.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I want things too much to go my way that I feel like I'm being selfish. I think too much about myself. Not about how others feel. It sucks knowing it only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can't help but talk about people.&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing else to talk about, I always talk about people. I believe that this habit is totally bad but how am I supposed to stop myself? Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally self-reflection entry. *sobs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114136073134237260?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114136073134237260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114136073134237260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114136073134237260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114136073134237260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/amiagoodfriend.html' title='am.i.a.good.friend?'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114128762650323268</id><published>2006-03-02T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:20:26.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this.is.what.i.call.boredom.n.jinx</title><content type='html'>The RULES: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up in one place.Then add your blog to the bottom spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Strawberry Short Cake&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://linajuliana.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Search For You Has Just Started...Where Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://onacrack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Collection of Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uniquely HaK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://spoken.idiocy"&gt;green.with.envy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then you select 5 people to pass the love on to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lee&lt;br /&gt;2) Umi&lt;br /&gt;3) Mirta&lt;br /&gt;4) Laila&lt;br /&gt;5) Rafidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 10yrs ago??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago?Hmm..Being all kental like all primary two kids were in our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Songs which you know all the lyrics off your head right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Never be replaced - 1st Ladi&lt;br /&gt;2) All-American Rejects first album&lt;br /&gt;3) Thoughts before me - Amber Pacific&lt;br /&gt;4) A boy brushed red living in black and white - Underoath&lt;br /&gt;5) Get a life - USV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things u would do if u are a millionaire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Help my parents pay for accomodations&lt;br /&gt;2) License money&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy my dream bike -Guerilla&lt;br /&gt;4) Treat my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;5) Bring my sis along for a trip to Aussie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Bad Habits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Talk on the phone till 4am.&lt;br /&gt;2) Biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;3) Procrastinate to study&lt;br /&gt;4) Degrade myself&lt;br /&gt;5) Watch too much cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you like doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;2) Talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;3) Hang with Lee, Wan, Umi, my best friend and close buddies&lt;br /&gt;4) Showering him with affection&lt;br /&gt;5) Just go out with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things you would never wear, buy, or get new again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I would never wear super baggy clothes (hip hop types)&lt;br /&gt;2) Never buy not branded mp3 players (It will destroy within a month)&lt;br /&gt;3) Haha!! I've nothing else to say cause I always want new materials. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Favourite Toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ipod shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2) I want new samsung E360 handphone and it will be my fave toy&lt;br /&gt;3) Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;4) Laptop&lt;br /&gt;5) My fave DVDs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114128762650323268?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114128762650323268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114128762650323268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114128762650323268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114128762650323268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/thisiswhaticallboredomnjinx.html' title='this.is.what.i.call.boredom.n.jinx'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114118672297006515</id><published>2006-03-01T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:18:42.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless.ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/writings1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/writings1.2.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is something I've done when I was bored last night. Nothing much I can say. Just feeling alittle withdrawn yesterday. Don't ask me why. Just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Tomorrow is PSP exams. I'm prepared to flunk it. Haish. I've no motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114118672297006515?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114118672297006515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114118672297006515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114118672297006515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114118672297006515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/03/uselessramblings.html' title='useless.ramblings'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114101818766237922</id><published>2006-02-27T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:34:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commitment.issues</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about something really important now.(Since my sis said I'm practically not updating cause all my entries are short)&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with something un-important ok. I realised I have to study alot for my PSP exams. The notes that I just printed out seem really thick and furthurmore, it's double sided. I'm so dead. Initially, thought of biking this morning. But, I realised that I don't have the keys. So, plan cancelled. So now, it's back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;It's one month already since our first contact.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's talk about COMMITMENT.&lt;br /&gt;Why should singles(who have not been in any realtionships) be afraid of commitment? I mean, you don't even know what it feels like to have a commitment, why shy away from it? Don't you wanna know how it feels like to be in a commitment. I know of one person who used to say she's afraid of commitment before she got into a realtionship. Then, when she enters a commiment, she's not dead or anything. She's even more happier and alive.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't be afraid of commitment until you've tasted it's wrath.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Not aimed at anyone. Just something that I've talked with him last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I don't have the entire right to get jealous but why do I feel this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114101818766237922?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114101818766237922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114101818766237922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114101818766237922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114101818766237922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/commitmentissues.html' title='commitment.issues'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114093525966474444</id><published>2006-02-26T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:30:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down.memory.lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/minime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/minime.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/gigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/gigi.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/23117093449318l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/23117093449318l.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Some "Eye Candy". More updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114093525966474444?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114093525966474444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114093525966474444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114093525966474444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114093525966474444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/downmemorylane.html' title='down.memory.lane'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114083355637014776</id><published>2006-02-25T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:12:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what.a.night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Something from Friendster.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gemini (May 21 - Jun 21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendster.custhelp.com/cgi-bin/friendster.cfg/php/enduser/std_adp.php?p_faqid=175"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To deal with frustrating people, remember your ideals and stay true to who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Give yourself a break -- a brief one, anyway -- because if anyone deserves some downtime, it's you. You've been trying to get away from it all (or perhaps from 'them' all) for some time now, but your family and friends haven't been willing to let it happen. It's time for you to take matters into your own hands and let them all know only one thing: That you'll go where you want to when you want to. It's called personal freedom, and you need to insist on having your share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I should have done last night. Well, my mom kinda "ground" me from going out. She says that if I want to go out I must tell her exactly where I go, with whom and what time I'll be home. She wants honesty? She will get honesty. So from now on, it'll be his name and Liyana's name that will ever come out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wasn't that bad that I came home about 10.15pm last night, but I don't know what's really got into them. They went on and on about how late I was to reach home. Then my dad said that I'm the type of girl who likes to go home at one in the morning. I'm not that kind of girl!&lt;br /&gt;To me, the latest I should be home is 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad kinda touched the issue on me using the phone too much. Ok, I understand! I love to blab. Can't help using the phone every night with him cause he is in camp after all right? Understand understood arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, chill....(breathes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's birthday party is today. All set to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast last night with the 3 of them. Hehe! Pandas eh? Hehee! That was the most fun day I've had with him after so long! Hehe! Aite, I got to go. Shout to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114083355637014776?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114083355637014776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114083355637014776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114083355637014776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114083355637014776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/whatanight.html' title='what.a.night!'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114069803839577584</id><published>2006-02-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:33:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5ytJKD4Adw" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and TV by Blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just find this video so adorable. I remembered watching it on MTV like ten years back or so. When SCV just came into Singapore. The milk carton is so cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megat budak gile and sewel just like (as he said it) "my matair".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114069803839577584?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114069803839577584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114069803839577584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114069803839577584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114069803839577584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/coffee-and-tv.html' title='Coffee and TV'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114068110931049046</id><published>2006-02-23T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:51:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional.container</title><content type='html'>I've realised that lately, alot of people are feeling sad recently. So, I have to carry around tissue now eh? And I realised I'm the one who goes up to these people to console them. I can't let people sit around feeling sad but I myself need someone to cheer me up sometimes. But, I guess, things are going smooth for me now that's why I don't need anyone to console me. My sis has been a great companion. It's cool to hang out with her once in a while. She's fun to be with when she's in the right mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, the weekend plans has been cancelled due to activation. So, I only get to see from far. Nevertheless, I enjoy going to esplanade. It's been a long while since I went there. Haha! Seriously. I'm buying that thing for him. I don't care. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been making friends and contacts these days. I need to surround myself with people. I love people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114068110931049046?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114068110931049046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114068110931049046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114068110931049046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114068110931049046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/emotionalcontainer.html' title='emotional.container'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114050761331476479</id><published>2006-02-21T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:40:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>courtesy.at.a.young.age</title><content type='html'>When I came home from school today, I saw a kindergarten girl with the mom and sis. She saw a long branch that was in the middle of the road. Her mom saw it but chose to ignore it. Then, the little girl went to pick up the branch and put it at the side of the pavement so that people will not be troubled by it. How nice of the lil girl right? The mom looks back at her and gave her that heartwarming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe! On a lighter note, I got chased by a dog yesterday! I was afraid it was gonna jump on me. Luckily it didn't. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IA is over, pitch presentation is over. VID presentation, PSP revision class and PSP exams up next before the holidays start! Wee~! March 3 to April 24th. How great! Wonder what will I be doing during this long holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114050761331476479?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114050761331476479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114050761331476479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114050761331476479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114050761331476479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/courtesyatayoungage.html' title='courtesy.at.a.young.age'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114034888888201446</id><published>2006-02-19T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:36:36.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally.random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOa91VrygRk" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel sad and withdrawn today. Completing IA soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114034888888201446?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114034888888201446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114034888888201446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114034888888201446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114034888888201446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/totallyrandom.html' title='totally.random'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114025253283084672</id><published>2006-02-18T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:50:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple.yet.sweet</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel like I want to just scream your name cause you make me feel free and loved all at the same time. I like you just the way you are.You're the only one in my heart. Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovestrucked, officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so little time. IA is finishing soon. I can't wait! Wee~!! Then, all is left with is pitch and VID presentation, and the final PSP exam before I get to be in year 2! Woo!! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114025253283084672?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114025253283084672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114025253283084672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114025253283084672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114025253283084672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/simpleyetsweet.html' title='simple.yet.sweet'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-114004997760767475</id><published>2006-02-16T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:32:57.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torino.races</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the tv so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I was awoken by someone who got the wrong number and I can't go back to sleep. So, here I am typing this away while watching tv at the side. The Torino 2006. It looks interesting, you know, skiing in snow, luge race. All this races are based on speed. I can just imagine the adrenaline rush this people might have. Woo~! I want to try the luge race eventhough it looks abit scary. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the girls from my group are coming over to my house. It's gonna be playtest and refining the game day before final submission tomorrow. On Tuesday, we have the pitch presentation at twelve noon. Hope we can actually go through the thing smoothly. I've changed positions with Nic as the graphic designer of the group. Therefore the aesthetic prospect of the whole thing is all up to me. Very nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, yay! It feels as though ages since we last met. Got a suprise for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm SORRY if I've ever offended anyone. In any way, I'm really sorry. Sometimes I just don't pay total attention to what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that me being fat is causing so much trauma to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-114004997760767475?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/114004997760767475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=114004997760767475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114004997760767475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/114004997760767475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/torinoraces.html' title='torino.races'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113992253518971851</id><published>2006-02-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:08:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too.far.too.late</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored right now. Finally got round to updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each his/her own. That's what I'm told. Everyone has a right to their own sexuality and we have to try to live with it. I guess, I'm just not used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vday to all. Since we can't celebrate the meaning of it, why not exploit it? We don't need a special day to remind us of that special someone. So, to you, thanks for asking me to be your valentine eventhough we can't meet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm out of things to say. So bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113992253518971851?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113992253518971851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113992253518971851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113992253518971851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113992253518971851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/toofartoolate_113992253518971851.html' title='too.far.too.late'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113972453047290902</id><published>2006-02-12T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:08:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle.me.this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/getmethis!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/getmethis%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just fell in love over again. With a samsung phone. Though I sort of promise not to buy another samsung phone, I kinda like this phone. I don't mind it having a small capacity for mp3, cause I already have an mp3 player, and the fact that it has bluetooth means I can actually transfer stuff to my lappy and it's as though I have refreshed memory space. With plan, it costs about 88 bucks. Cool deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was fun! Seriously. Initially just planned to go buy the animation stuff. But then, went out and looked at SI queue. So many people. Had lunch at Far East. Went around to look for cuffs. Made new friends, Yazid, Nurul and Firdaus. Crazy people! Hehe! Act gay some more! Hehe! Then went separate ways, went to take neoprints. Was fun! On the way, bumped into Ajik and Siti. Then went to Taka, buy the stuff. Then around 6 met with Lee. Then go to Starbucks, bought Rhumba. Then off to Heeren. Chill walk. Then went home by 9. Took the bus home. Sent me home, chill till 11 then he went home. Sorry for holding you back for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was fun spending the whole day with you. Never spent a whole long day with someone before. You're my first. Thanks for making it so memorable. When jane meets her twin. Haha! Go figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PP2. Tomorrow, have not completed it. I'm dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113972453047290902?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113972453047290902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113972453047290902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113972453047290902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113972453047290902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/riddlemethis.html' title='riddle.me.this'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113958975021293557</id><published>2006-02-11T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:38:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away by Nickleback</title><content type='html'>A song he dedicated for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vZqs2acAXI" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far Away by Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been far away for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Cause I'm not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hold on to me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;never let me go&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/20195641-113958975021293557?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113958975021293557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113958975021293557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113958975021293557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113958975021293557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/far-away-by-nickleback.html' title='Far Away by Nickleback'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113955890869551986</id><published>2006-02-10T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:08:28.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the.most.unique.eye-catching</title><content type='html'>I just realised that our MSN nicks are very eye-catching. All of us are like on a race to see who's got the better more unique nick than the rest. I admit I'm one of them too with "cold.salmon" now. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's been a very boring day. I was in school at 9 in the morning for VID. Stayed back awhile to discuss any improvements for the game. Turns out there were glitches but we managed to find a way around it. Then went to the bakery to grab some breakfast before heading for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I was even more bored. I only did the game mindmap. That's all! And sleep for 3 hours. I feel totally tired. Tonight, I have ngaji. I thought of meeting him tonight if he overnights at his friend's house. But, I haven't heard from him since he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woi!! Where are all my friends? Ask me out please!! After next week most preferably. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113955890869551986?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113955890869551986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113955890869551986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113955890869551986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113955890869551986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/themostuniqueeye-catching.html' title='the.most.unique.eye-catching'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113945112717367359</id><published>2006-02-09T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:12:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness.all.around</title><content type='html'>I'm happy, Lee's happy. Everyone's happy. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found him. He adds colours to my life! Not that Lee hasn't but he too adds to it. After thinking long and hard, I decide that I'm not ready. But I still do want to go out with him and be merry and crazy and idiotic and cute around him. Hahaha! I like him to bits! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/right%20wrong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's too cute!! Haha! Stop it Kush! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, PP2 extended again!(Thanks nad!) Hehe! But I'm left with abit to do. So I don't mind the stress! Hehe! I think everyone else is stressed out about PP2. The only thing I'm stressed out about is IA. But he has volunteered to help me do up Wiz. He's damn interested in my course and can't wait to get his hands on experience with us. Even asked me about the game! Haha! Only he and my group mates know. Yay! Best! I want to go and eat! Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want 3 white liles for valentine's. Who wants to get it for me? Hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113945112717367359?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113945112717367359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113945112717367359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113945112717367359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113945112717367359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/happinessallaround.html' title='happiness.all.around'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113940237682638646</id><published>2006-02-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:39:36.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>held.back.emotions.behind.this.smile</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to hold back your feelings? Like, if you know what it is, is it possible for you to just chill about it or just totally ignore it? I don't think it's possible though. Like if the feeling is there, we should pursue it before the feeling or interest is gone? Wouldn't it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I'm still not ready to really fall but I'm falling. He's feeling the same. Sayang tu sayang, suke tu suke tapi belom tentu confident and sure untuk ade matair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that I've been going on and on about him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well well.. Something more productive eh? Well, my IA group is gonna make the coolest game ever! Haha! We planned it out just now. I guess it was one of those innovative games. Hehe! I can't wait to start the playtesting. Hehe! And I'm supposed to make Wiz, a character. Hehe! And I'm left with two more links before I totally complete the folio! Wee~! I loike. But then I still have previous works to submit. I know I haven't submitted some work. I'm bad. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda having mixed feelings these days. Happy at times, sad at times. But mostly happy and kinda stressed out. Well, let's go with the flow aite. Haha! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113940237682638646?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113940237682638646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113940237682638646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113940237682638646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113940237682638646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/heldbackemotionsbehindthissmile.html' title='held.back.emotions.behind.this.smile'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113930835865960347</id><published>2006-02-07T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:32:38.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events.galore</title><content type='html'>So, I just came back from Lee's event at her school. I was feeling blardy out of place. Ok, it felt weird at first until I see familiar faces around me. Had fun. Their event rocked! Haha! Then just chill. Got to see Ronin. Err, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7C1Qx0x8q8k" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an acoustic song by them. "One More Moment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/njcMqLpnaJY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/njcMqLpnaJY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're actually quite nice people. Took pictures with them. And I was definitely inspired by Dr Martin Tan when he talks about leadership. Haha! Finally, CATS is over!! One down, two more to go! Wee~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113930835865960347?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113930835865960347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113930835865960347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113930835865960347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113930835865960347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/eventsgalore.html' title='Events.galore'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113911304900587205</id><published>2006-02-05T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:17:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake.me.up.when.November.ends</title><content type='html'>December is the deadline. I can wait that long, if he can. If he can't, what's the purpose of me waiting? Haish. Something new to countdown on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one doing all the initiation. Am I an improtant person in his life? I want to find out. He's someone I can see protecting me and caring for me, but if he's not there, I feel like my shelter and haven is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be holding on to hope? Or should I give up on looking at hope and be realistic that he might never be in my life again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan, Dan and Lee is nice. They made me smile yesterday. Thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113911304900587205?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113911304900587205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113911304900587205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113911304900587205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113911304900587205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/wakemeupwhennovemberends.html' title='Wake.me.up.when.November.ends'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113897062791268055</id><published>2006-02-03T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:24:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ficken.duch</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile. Kinda busy with school. Haha! Open house and folio. 2 days I've been in school. Thursday was animation class then stayed for the "gig" that Ajik and friends organised. Then today, did ushering job. Was kinda fun! Talked to people about our course. Oklah, people got different outlooks on my course. He didn't get to see what's my course about. Shucks! Forgot to bring him to see. Then after the "gig" ended today, they played with water. Then made a fool of me! Haha! Damn idiots. And Oh yeah, Farhan is becoming hawt! Haha! Used to be quite nerdy. Then now, wow! Hawt! Haha! I totally don't recognise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodramtic now. Something just happened. This song so fits my mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Pacific - "If I Fall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who believe their lives won't change&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that someday things will mend and be the same&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who have lost it all when all that's left to gain&lt;br /&gt;Is a simple reminder that the things that were blind to slip away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can I say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say I'll be okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall through these days that go by without cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on&lt;br /&gt;Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the lines been broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid to just look back&lt;br /&gt;The pages have left an empty space&lt;br /&gt;You were all I had&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;These things they'll never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still I'm left with knowing, content and happy, this is all I need...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall through these days that go by without cause&lt;br /&gt;Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on&lt;br /&gt;Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall through these days that go by without cause&lt;br /&gt;Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on&lt;br /&gt;Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113897062791268055?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113897062791268055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113897062791268055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113897062791268055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113897062791268055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/fickenduch.html' title='ficken.duch'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113880956504659920</id><published>2006-02-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:59:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're.a.bitch</title><content type='html'>Actually, I'm the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think karma has a way around people. I'm getting a mirror image of it. Shucks! I hate how I've been with him. I guess now I totally understand how he feels when I was with him. Haha! Padan muke kau Juni. But I guess it's good. Just the total change of atmosphere makes it different. I usually gave chase but now I'm being chased. The hunter has become the hunted. Haha! I really just want to take things slow cause I realise I'm not ready for a relationship. Maybe I will someday. But not now. I'm still too busy and enjoying life being single. Though your care and concern for me touches my heart alot. OK! I admit. I'm falling for you each day but just chill aite. Let's not rush it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun going out with him today. Just chilled at the staircase to Marina while secretly waiting for Lee. Haha! Then had dinner at Long John. Then went to meet Sofi. She's sweet and pretty. Nice hair. Fun personality. I seem to be making friends everyday. Haha! She works at the chocolate bar there. And she gave me and Lee free chocs! Wee~! Love you Sofi. Meet up again when you're schooling at SIM ok? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm halfway done with folio. Hehe! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113880956504659920?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113880956504659920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113880956504659920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113880956504659920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113880956504659920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/02/youreabitch.html' title='you&apos;re.a.bitch'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113869722094170187</id><published>2006-01-31T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:23:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken.vow</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm short out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I've &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; but I'm still hung up on &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;afi&lt;/span&gt;. Shucks man!! Though seriously, &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;you have made me feel loved&lt;/span&gt;, I can't help thinking about the times &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Afi&lt;/span&gt; has made me so happy with him. Shucks!! Can I not think about this? You have confessed &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;you're interested&lt;/span&gt; and am happy with me and you're &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;falling for me day by day&lt;/span&gt; but why do I feel like this? AHH!!PUKI ARH!&lt;br /&gt;And then I realise, I actually care for you that I'm afraid to disappoint you or break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously confused and whatever shit. I wanna divert my attention to something else. Well, I think I shall start on my e-portfolio. Just letting out some steam here..Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113869722094170187?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113869722094170187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113869722094170187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113869722094170187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113869722094170187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/01/brokenvow.html' title='broken.vow'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113853378750978396</id><published>2006-01-29T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:23:07.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese.New.Year</title><content type='html'>Well, Happy Chinese New Year to whomever celebrates it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Lee, Li and Kush early morning. Till about 5 am. Hehe! Had fun. Then woke up at 8.30am to go to the beach!! And tomorrow I'm heading there again! Hehe! Then met up with Kush, Li, Khai, Boy and Sara at Bedok Jetty. Sara is a very pretty girl! Hehe! Khai very hunk. Boy looks sweet. Li very shy. Kush, as normal, all smile-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kush and I rode the two seater bike. Poked him at the back all the way. He brought me near the Lagoon area while waiting for the rest to catch up. I threw away his ciggs. I think he got pissed. Took pics with him and his buddies when they arrived. Then headed for McD. Chill and talked there. Took many pictures of myself using Kush's handphone! Woo~!! I like. Then put as wallpaper. He didn't bother changing it back. Yay! Then mom and dad came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit, eventhough I had a great time. Kush is a sweet, romantic guy. Let's take it slowly ok? Go white ranger! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/heluvsme.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113853378750978396?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113853378750978396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113853378750978396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113853378750978396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113853378750978396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinesenewyear.html' title='Chinese.New.Year'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113846216871273918</id><published>2006-01-28T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:29:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/1600/ska%20003%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/777/276/320/ska%20003%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113846216871273918?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113846216871273918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113846216871273918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113846216871273918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113846216871273918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/01/check-this-out.html' title='check this out'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113842234455132528</id><published>2006-01-28T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:25:47.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese.New.Year.Eve</title><content type='html'>Woo! Chinese New Year eve seh! Woo~!! Monday will be the day I go to East Coast with the family. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is ska fest. I'm ready. Are you? Haha! Lame~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo~!! Made a new friend yesterday. Talk on the phone like mad. Till 4 o`clock. I think I should be more careful with the words I say to people. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Bear suprised me yesterday by chatting with me first. Haha! He's never done that. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lee! Woo~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113842234455132528?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113842234455132528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113842234455132528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113842234455132528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113842234455132528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinesenewyeareve.html' title='Chinese.New.Year.Eve'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195641.post-113828789451624788</id><published>2006-01-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:04:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craziness</title><content type='html'>After all that's said and done, I'm beginning to perk up. Well, guess my classmates helped! Hehe! Crazy horny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PSP test just now. I'm so gonna fail. But I seriously hope they will moderate it. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, VID presentation. What's left in my assignments list? CATS artifact, CATS presentation, editing my reporter's articles, IA, play test report for my Themed and Abstract games, E-portfolio and my learning journey for PP2. And then...freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is Ska fest. Next week, Thursday to Saturday NGEE ANN POLY OPEN HOUSE. DO COME AND VISIT SCHOOL OF INFOCOMM TECHNOLOGY. WOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going crazy. Are we gonna watch Memoirs of a Geisha soon? Tell me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Though you've left me wanting you more, I feel like I can get myself out of the rut. I can be happy without you. Though it might be lonely sometimes, I can still have you in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195641-113828789451624788?l=spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/feeds/113828789451624788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195641&amp;postID=113828789451624788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113828789451624788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195641/posts/default/113828789451624788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoken-idiocy.blogspot.com/2006/01/craziness.html' title='craziness'/><author><name>juNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755376505003197834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/greyfox737/th_inwkuniform.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
