<?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-899415326556275340</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:31:50.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shukahookadanny</title><subtitle type='html'>shu-kah-hoo-ka-den-ni</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-754603356014722850</id><published>2009-05-11T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:02:53.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know i haven't been blogging...for 8 days. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyways, my whole week can concluded in this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=22945&amp;amp;id=1061216216&amp;amp;l=162d515a8c"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swimming with them gays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camwhore session with them gays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seafood dinner with the pham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother's day dinner with the pham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that's that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot to say, but don't feel like blogging, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sweet Sweet Loving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-754603356014722850?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/754603356014722850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=754603356014722850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/754603356014722850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/754603356014722850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/photos.html' title='photos.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4041272643210746701</id><published>2009-05-03T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:06:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Groove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0001/5336/joe_tearoom_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0001/5336/joe_tearoom_std.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ♥ his new song, All Around The World from his new album, President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact that he put in Malaysian elements in his music is really cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC9R8yfQCCM/ST_B-zUv8eI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/hAFvpR5MiuA/s400/IMG_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC9R8yfQCCM/ST_B-zUv8eI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/hAFvpR5MiuA/s400/IMG_4151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0001/7757/Caprice_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 587px;" src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0001/7757/Caprice_std.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;yes, i do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"everybody knows, but nobody really knows"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-4041272643210746701?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4041272643210746701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4041272643210746701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4041272643210746701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4041272643210746701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/president-joe.html' title='Malaysian Groove.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC9R8yfQCCM/ST_B-zUv8eI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/hAFvpR5MiuA/s72-c/IMG_4151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4669705673560102087</id><published>2009-05-03T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:09:15.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day in the life of Shuck :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;02/05/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Woke up and took my shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Went out from the house and had breakfast with daddy love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reached Dataran Maybank in Bangsar. Went to the Gloria Jean's Coffees outlet there to get some stuff for our Midvalley outlet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reached Midvalley and waved goodbye to moi dad. Clock in. And made some more coffees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Daddy fetched me from Midvalley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Late lunch with dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Went out from home and drove to The Curve to meet up with Bony Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reached The Curve. Went to have a drink with that gay dude, talk talk talk while he was busy eyeing some girl with a butt crack who, according to him, is attracted to him too. Went around the flea market and got a bikini, which i hope, will come in handy veryyyyyy soon. Hang around in Borders while reading goss mags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reached home, and went out almost straight away to go to this seafood place in Subang Jaya for dinner. Met up with Tyra and Hilda with her pham there. Had super yummy seafood. Until he-who-must-not-be-loved puts a damper on my mood. But then again, food was all over my face so i'm like, wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Parted ways with Tyra and Hilda. Said bye byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! My parents and i decided to take a walk around Bukit Bintang, so there we headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reached Bukit Bintang. Went to this one super awesome massage place with super cool interior. My mum and i end up with a whole body massage and a spa pedicure. My dad can't decide which one he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Done with the massage. The girl was extra good. Moved to the pedicure section and saw my dad there having a feet massage. Had my pedicure while sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Done with everything. Head back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reached home. Went straight to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.30 today to go to work. So i was practically dragging my feet while making them coffees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You are the reason that i still believe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-4669705673560102087?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4669705673560102087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4669705673560102087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4669705673560102087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4669705673560102087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-day-in-life-of-shuck.html' title='One day in the life of Shuck :)'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6143689016432003365</id><published>2009-05-01T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:26:57.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You took my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now this will be the last time you did me wrong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're lucky i know how to act"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-6143689016432003365?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6143689016432003365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6143689016432003365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6143689016432003365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6143689016432003365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-took-my-love.html' title='You took my love.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-3006948803354102264</id><published>2009-05-01T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:59:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say, we love natural.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came up with a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Humans aren't naturally made like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/singer/jennifer-lopez/pictures/jennifer-lopez-picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 490px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/singer/jennifer-lopez/pictures/jennifer-lopez-picture-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can try but you'll still need a whole lot of make up artists, hairstylists, plastic surgeons, stylists, designers etc etc to look this good. Even that, you might still end up like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rtvchannel.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/jennifer-lopez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.rtvchannel.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/jennifer-lopez.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep, like a really really pretty tranny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(BUT I STILL LOVE YOU J.LO :D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*she almost look like alexis arquette here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway, this post is made for my anger and hate, and most probably jealousy, towards this alien looking celebrities. I hate them, cos they make you think that you can actually look exactly like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which is not true, we all know that. Not without really good make up. and surgery, and a whole team of people telling you what to eat, what to wear, who does your hair, does your face, wax your thingy, tell you how to walk, how to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, 98% of us humans lived without that. And most of us survived. So the rest of us, we should just move on with our lives with what god has given us. And say it with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you god for my face, my body, my limbs, my organs especially my reproductive organ(s) so i can reproduce more of the human species, my head, my hair, and most of all my brain :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let us all just be humans, and look like how humans should look like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This Will Be Last Time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-3006948803354102264?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3006948803354102264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=3006948803354102264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3006948803354102264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3006948803354102264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-we-love-natural.html' title='say, we love natural.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4923892795921075870</id><published>2009-04-30T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:17:35.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOOOOOOOOOOOO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR MY HOUSE, OR MY WORKPLACE, I KNOW DAMN WELL IT'S NOT A COINCIDENCE. AND I BETTER DON'T SEE YOU AT ANY OF THESE PLACES AND IF I DO FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE WATCHING OR SOMETHING, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL CALL THE POLICE. STOP STALKING ME. YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT, SERIOUSLY. URGGHHHHH. YOU'RE SO FREAKY.&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/899415326556275340-4923892795921075870?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4923892795921075870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4923892795921075870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4923892795921075870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4923892795921075870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/shooooooooooooo.html' title='SHOOOOOOOOOOOOO.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7918961653710545680</id><published>2009-04-30T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:24:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you jack ass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love your ass Jack"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He loves assholes, cos he's one himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm working now, again. At Gloria Jean's Coffees, but this time in Midvalley. Here we go again. Wakes up early in the morning to make people's morning latte. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yawwwwn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think my family involving in the food business is a really bad idea. I'm growing very fast now. Not in the giraffe kinda way, but more like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the elephant and balloon&lt;/span&gt; kinda way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get really confused with my life now. Everything just come as a shock lately. Like the matriculation thing, and me working at the Midvalley outlet. A few days ago, i thought i'll die a useless pig. And that doesn't seem like a bad idea, but wtv. Gotta keep in mind i'm making my own moneeeeeeyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REDANG REDANG REDANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zastavki.com/pictures/1024x768/Men__000868_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.zastavki.com/pictures/1024x768/Men__000868_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Spin Me Around"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7918961653710545680?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7918961653710545680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7918961653710545680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7918961653710545680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7918961653710545680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/arse.html' title='arse.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-2358374420401805483</id><published>2009-04-28T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:31:59.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Gloria's Jean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skyrove.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/gloria_jeans2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.skyrove.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/gloria_jeans2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm at Gloria Jean's Midvalley with my mum now. Just hangin' here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a Turkey Ham and Cheese Sandwich and a Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows. Andddddd, my mum is doing my 2nd order of Turkey Ham and Cheese Sandwich :D Food food food! Can't blame me. It's my third hour here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, been planning a paintball outing with Mr Gay Khairin. Prolly will be going on next saturday at Bukit Jalil with soem other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-2358374420401805483?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2358374420401805483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=2358374420401805483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2358374420401805483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2358374420401805483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-glorias-jean.html' title='In Gloria&apos;s Jean.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6630722392011340086</id><published>2009-04-27T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:59:21.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butthole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yep, i dnt knw why my eyes are closed, or is it closed?, in that new header of mine. but wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-6630722392011340086?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6630722392011340086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6630722392011340086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6630722392011340086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6630722392011340086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/butthole.html' title='butthole.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-3002006360824382981</id><published>2009-04-27T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:34:07.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slumlove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.celeb9.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dev_patel_freida_pinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 473px;" src="http://images.celeb9.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dev_patel_freida_pinto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ♥ them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-3002006360824382981?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3002006360824382981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=3002006360824382981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3002006360824382981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3002006360824382981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/slumlove.html' title='slumlove.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8883444478473685235</id><published>2009-04-27T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:35:19.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f6/1863_Alexandre_Cabanel_-_The_Birth_of_Venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f6/1863_Alexandre_Cabanel_-_The_Birth_of_Venus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think lately, because i haven't got nothing to do, i have to make stupid daily decisions that makes me feel dumb. Like, where to go at what time with who, or whether i should eat whatever that's on the table because it prolly makes me fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When i'm in school, i have to decide whether the question is talking about Newton's first law or Newton's third law of motion. Or the volume of blood the heart pumps eveery second. Now, it's all outta my head and dumbness kicks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bah, i just don't know what to do, now or in the next one month. Same thing will repeat over and over again. Go out, walk around, eat, come back home, shit, talk, online, sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In another unrelated topic, it feels both nice and not so nice when you feel like spending time with nobody but that one person, be it your mum, dad, sis, bro, cousin, or just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the boy you're with&lt;/span&gt;. Because it's fun to be so crazy in love, but then again, you can't afford to spend time with nobody else in your life. So you gotta balance the time. That sucks. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8883444478473685235?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8883444478473685235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8883444478473685235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8883444478473685235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8883444478473685235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/venus.html' title='Venus.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5020784039687869700</id><published>2009-04-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:28:53.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My gay bestfriend is him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGMKgLRU-3c&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;Girls love their gays.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The way to a girl's heart, is through her gay bestfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Behind every pretty girl, is an even prettier  gay bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But love, doesn't that mean, you have to get yourself a fruit basket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-5020784039687869700?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5020784039687869700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5020784039687869700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5020784039687869700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5020784039687869700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-gay-bestfriend-is-him.html' title='My gay bestfriend is him.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-2117143335000791151</id><published>2009-04-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:37:21.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telokbakong.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/putrajaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.telokbakong.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/putrajaya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since i was too emo last night to blog, i didn't update much. So here's what really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up at 6, cos i have to go to Putrajaya with my dad. We went out from the house around 7.30 or so. And we reached there around 8.30. Went to my dad's office, i waited in the car cos my dad needs to clock in. After that we went straight to the Ministry of Higher Education. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To find a parking space there is like trying to squeeze a pig in a pigeonhole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; No kidding. I prefer One Utama or Bangsar. And my dad always complain about finding a parking spot in these two places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went to the ministry, and they actually set up all the chairs and some tables for the matriculation reapplication. Went there, they told me they want a copy of my SPM exam slip and my ic (obviously). But i only have the original one, so me and my dad take a lil spin around putrajaya to find a shop with a photostate machine. We stopped at this one place called Anjung. We did find a parking space, well not really. We kinda like double parked :P Had our breakfast there. It's soooooo full of goverment people walking around. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Aren't they supposed to be working or at least pretending that they're working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i get back there (with my dad waiting in the car), the girl told me that i have to write a letter, because they can't trace my application online (obviously since i didn't complete it :P ). And so i did, a hand-written letter. While writing, this guy, whom i pretty sure is the director or something, came. And handle me instead. He's such a fun guy. And bla bla bla, and i think i have a 98% chance of going in. I THINK. Because it depends on how many accepted people refused to go. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all that goverment shit, asked my dad to drop me off at Alamanda while waiting for the knight in shining armor to come. So i walked around. And felt like i need to peepee. Went to toilet, do what i got to do, changed my baju kurung to a short dress :P, and went to the mirror to do my hair and put my phone next to the sink. Went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later, still waiting alone, i realised i didn't have my phone with me. Rushed like mad to the toilet. The janitor's not there. I waited for her, because i'm just so damn sure i left it there. She came like 10 mins later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asked her " ada nampak tak.." and she goes like 'saya tak tahu, saya tak tahu" . I'm like, bull's eye. It's so her. And she even raised her voice at me when all i do was asking, i wasn't even accusing her. So i kinda raised my voice a tiny weeny bit. When she was half way denying something that she's OBVIOUSLY guilty about, i walked away. And i can hear her screaming from the back. It's just so damn obvious it's that cheap whore who took my phone. And it's obvious because that bitch can't even look me in the eye. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fucking cracked up whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my dad (using the public phone), he tried looking for it in the car, tried calling my phone, it's turned off. So asked my dad to call that psycho gayman at 12, cos that's when he was supposed to be finishing his exam. Called that gayman at 11.30 or so (cos that whore always comes out early from the exam hall), and he found out that i lost my phone from my sis. Talked about speednews :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So he came to Alamanda, eat, walked around feeling bored, went to Sunway Pyramid, eat, walked around feeling bored, went back home, everyone's home is going out, so went out, eat, while feeling bored, and went home for the 2nd time. so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion on yesterday is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I LOVE PUTRAJAYA. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I felt a lil bit sad with my phone and all, but that's just a few seconds after i found out it's gone. Cos i kinda like desperate for a new one :P and that Saggy Old Hag prolly needs it more than i do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She needs to put it on vibrate, and shove it up her vagina. Because she can't afford a cheap vibrator. Let alone a cheap gigolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I love my dad. He's so cool about everything. I love you I love you I love you. My mum too. But my dad's cooler cos he didn't even say anything about it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My daddy and My Bitch had a microscopic bonding time, cos my dad called him. Which is a huge deal cos if it's someone else *coughs* he wouldnt even want me to even get near that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DADDDDDDDEEEEYHHHHHHH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. I'm going away from home for college, and it's not to a better place. But i guess, that's what i have to do. For the greater good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"The Best You Never Had"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-2117143335000791151?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2117143335000791151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=2117143335000791151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2117143335000791151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2117143335000791151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/putra.html' title='Putra.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6567434117526707049</id><published>2009-04-27T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:03:12.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready, get set, don't go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mileycyrus-hannahmontana.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/miley-billy-ray-cyrus-vanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.mileycyrus-hannahmontana.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/miley-billy-ray-cyrus-vanity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Shes gotta do what shes gotta do&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve gotta like it or not&lt;br /&gt;Shes got dreams to big for this town&lt;br /&gt;And she needs to give ‘em a shot&lt;br /&gt;Wherever they are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I’m all ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothin’ left to pack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Aint no room for me in that car&lt;br /&gt;Even if she asks me to tag along&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both:)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;I’m at the startin line of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;As ready as I’ve ever been&lt;br /&gt;Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The prize is mine to win&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;She’s waitin’ on my blessins&lt;br /&gt;`Fore she hits that open road&lt;br /&gt;Baby get ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Im ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Get set, don’t go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Looks like things are fallin in place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Feels like theyre fallin apart&lt;br /&gt;Im paintin this big ol’ smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;To hide my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;This is where you don’t say&lt;br /&gt;What you want so bad to say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY;)&lt;br /&gt;This is where I want to&lt;br /&gt;But I wont get in the way&lt;br /&gt;Of her and her dream&lt;br /&gt;And spreadin her wings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Im at the startin line of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;As ready as I’ve ever been&lt;br /&gt;Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The prize is mine to win&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;She’s waitin’ on my blessins `fore she hits that open road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;gotta hit that open road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Baby get ready, get set&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both:)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Im at the startin line of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;As ready as Ive ever been&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be alright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The prize is mine to win&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;She’s waitin’ on my blessings&lt;br /&gt;‘Fore she hits that open road&lt;br /&gt;Baby get ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Get set, please don’t go&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;Lemme go now&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm Dont go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Know that I’ll&lt;br /&gt;Be thinkin of you&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;br /&gt;Shes gotta do what shes gotta do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;lemme go now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY)&lt;br /&gt;Shes gotta do what shes gotta do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(MILEY:)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do what I gotta do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BILLY RAY:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shes gotta do what shes gotta do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DADDY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I DON'T WANNA LEAVE YOU. SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-6567434117526707049?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6567434117526707049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6567434117526707049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6567434117526707049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6567434117526707049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ready-get-set-dont-go.html' title='ready, get set, don&apos;t go.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-2925203821450603219</id><published>2009-04-27T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:36:19.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i cnt even imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_1298835273" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;how bad i'll cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_2721208752" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;on the day i have to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_1614994532" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;if i can have my way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_102753555" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i dnt wanna go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_2581539199" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i love evrything i have now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_3952999564" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;especially you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_1365114005" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;and then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_1545260415" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i'll have to be far away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_1848305056" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;from all the things &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_371713495" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;and ppl i love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_626853196" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;dang"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_2024652474" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;"and nothings gonna be the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_2307319676" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i can barely type now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_681606300" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i cnt see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_566418797" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;my tears are blurring my vision&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_2268366547" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;hahah"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_3565779070" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;"shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_3565779070" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i cnt do this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_1995390854" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;not now"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_3175789200" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;"and my life flashes by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_456295616" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;just everything i went through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_3533766982" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;and i came to this point of my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_507766729_3837557704" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;that i have to say bye bye"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_3135145162" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;"it would suck more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_12175780" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;if we dont work out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_2411619742" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;cos i hv to do something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_2576434866" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;for my own good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" id="msg_507766729_2940640293" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;you know?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;"darn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;i feel soooo lonely already&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;like ppl in my life starting to fade away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;this is gay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;but i'm not lovin this"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;This is for myself. A souvenir for the future :D this is weird, but wtv. i'm emo now. everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-2925203821450603219?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2925203821450603219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=2925203821450603219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2925203821450603219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2925203821450603219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/chat.html' title='chat.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-3105593605771894126</id><published>2009-04-27T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:07:10.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many thing going on  now. one of it, i lost my phone. But i'm crying so bad now, i dnt feel like blogging, not really. I'm gonna leave you people soon. Don't change please? Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-3105593605771894126?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3105593605771894126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=3105593605771894126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3105593605771894126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3105593605771894126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-many-thing-going-on-now.html' title=''/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7936587699492940882</id><published>2009-04-26T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:03:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAJOR&lt;/span&gt; breakdown this morning, cos i found out that the matriculation application result is out. And i checked, and obviously, i wasn't accepted. Because i didn't complete and confirm my application during Phase 2. So i cried, and cried and cried. Because if you didn't get the letter from the matriculation college, that means you really are dumb. Even the dumbest people can get in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't complete the application on Phase 2 because i didn't bother to. I mean, i didn't know i there's a Phase 2, (why can't they just let us apply once and that's it?) and because probably i was really certain that i'll be going straight to the university instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Khairin told me, he probably couldnt get into University Malaya, eventhough he got like 8a1's, cos of the tough competiton. So that kinda like bring me back to reality. And the only choice i have is University Islam Antarabangsa. And this evil university will not let you go anhywhere else until you get your degree. So, no thanks :) (and because arabic is a compulsory language, and that, i think is quite tough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, i'll be going to Putrajaya and make an appeal, and try to reapply, correctly this time, to matriculation colleges. And hopefully, i'll get in. And if i do, bye bye kl and hello boring-lonely-life-in-the-middle-nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if i DO get in, there might be a chance that Redang trip will be cancelled. :( I was so looking forward to that. Sorry love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, enough bout negative shits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, there's nothing else to update anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She ain't no diva"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-7936587699492940882?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7936587699492940882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7936587699492940882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7936587699492940882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7936587699492940882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/shits.html' title='Shits.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7791563810125341084</id><published>2009-04-24T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:19:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrBCKmIk5ig&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;BEST CHRIS CROCKER VIDEO.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bitch, i ain't no negative Nancy, I'mma Realistic Rita!"&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And if you got a problem, bring it to my doorstep"&lt;/span&gt; THAT'S RIGHTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You could quit spreading my name in mud, and lemme get a chance to spread YOUR FACE in it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CHRIS CROCKERRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Anybody who don't like me, there's a reason why they don't like me, cos i'm a safety pin to their bubble and they're scared i'm gonna POP them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Crocker should end up with Onch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"KEEP IT FAKE, KEEP IT CUTE ALL YOU WANT TO, BUT DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, NOT IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS, THINK THAT YOU CAN STEP TO ME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHY DON'T SAY WHAT YOU GOTTA SAY ONLY TO MY BEAUTIFUL FACE? SAY SOME SHIT TO MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7791563810125341084?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7791563810125341084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7791563810125341084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7791563810125341084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7791563810125341084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-chris-crocker-video.html' title=''/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1234734285404580079</id><published>2009-04-24T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:17:44.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-H-FYEGqak"&gt;You&amp;amp;I&lt;/a&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-1234734285404580079?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1234734285404580079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1234734285404580079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1234734285404580079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1234734285404580079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html' title=''/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8998523782049963963</id><published>2009-04-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:50:24.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.kenyon.edu/Depts/Religion/Fac/Adler/Reln482/Images482/Bernini-Teresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 410px;" src="http://www2.kenyon.edu/Depts/Religion/Fac/Adler/Reln482/Images482/Bernini-Teresa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This sculpture is called The Ecstasy of St Teresa. Check out the history of this sculpture, and you'll see why it's called as such. It's by Gian Lorenzo Bernini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ♥ it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8998523782049963963?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8998523782049963963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8998523782049963963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8998523782049963963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8998523782049963963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ecstasy.html' title='Ecstasy.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5340118454300586714</id><published>2009-04-24T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:42:01.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buttons.</title><content type='html'>Okay, i changed my header. It's a painting from the renaissance time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Monk and The Nun by Cornelis Van Haarlem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the painters didn't get much release back then. So, don't be suprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-5340118454300586714?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5340118454300586714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5340118454300586714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5340118454300586714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5340118454300586714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/buttons.html' title='buttons.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7854636663927329474</id><published>2009-04-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:43:40.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsx.com/files/images/Shah-Rukh-Khan_Flickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://newsx.com/files/images/Shah-Rukh-Khan_Flickr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shah Rukh Khan - Front View.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/0/68/507766729/n507766729_7585_9276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 514px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/0/68/507766729/n507766729_7585_9276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shah Rukh Khan - Side View. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;20yearsyounger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the idea :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my favourite Chris Crocker video - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1vJaM1j7v4&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;Bathroom Bullshit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Mostly what he said is true though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7854636663927329474?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7854636663927329474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7854636663927329474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7854636663927329474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7854636663927329474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/bollywood.html' title='Bollywood.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-9078680662001323020</id><published>2009-04-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:24:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My faith is shaking so fucking hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate Miley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's on my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep on telling me to keep on pushing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It gets kinda annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't believe in yourself, but other people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why don't you try and be in my shoe for just one second?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-9078680662001323020?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/9078680662001323020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=9078680662001323020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/9078680662001323020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/9078680662001323020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-faith-is-shaking-so-fucking-hard.html' title='My faith is shaking so fucking hard.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6173751262687440014</id><published>2009-04-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:14:30.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When can i touch the sky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miley Cyrus's The Climb used to be a good song. Now, not anymore. Seems like the words are not enough compare to what i feel about reaching my dreams. You have no fucking idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean she can sing all she wants. She got a gazillion bucks in her pocket. She can live without even having dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate rich people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;smart people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-6173751262687440014?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6173751262687440014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6173751262687440014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6173751262687440014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6173751262687440014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-can-i-touch-sky.html' title='When can i touch the sky?'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5164351130057599437</id><published>2009-04-24T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:02:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is my header too obscene? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaahhh, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be obscene if you yourself don't have an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good ass like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-5164351130057599437?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5164351130057599437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5164351130057599437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5164351130057599437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5164351130057599437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/head.html' title='HEAD.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7871664018700199516</id><published>2009-04-24T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:36:05.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/1702791143_a23fbb1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 465px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/1702791143_a23fbb1034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2475694084_96c4eb597c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2475694084_96c4eb597c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2475694302_e62d1e079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 465px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2475694302_e62d1e079a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love Chris Crocker. xxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6Vgmxiytmw&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;Chris Crocker talks about Miley.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3yEnUDWFdM&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;Chris Crocker on If You Seek Amy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHAIVXIjRmw&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hairflip.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=itschriscrocker&amp;amp;view=videos"&gt;Chris Crocker Youtube Page.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7871664018700199516?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7871664018700199516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7871664018700199516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7871664018700199516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7871664018700199516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cocker.html' title='Cocker.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/1702791143_a23fbb1034_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8261613636819893014</id><published>2009-04-24T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:11:59.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instinct.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebrity-sunglasses-finder.com/image-files/kim_kardashian5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 391px;" src="http://www.celebrity-sunglasses-finder.com/image-files/kim_kardashian5.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love Big Girls And I Cannot Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think, pshycologically, you will go against whatever people think of you. For example, when people say you're ugly, you think nooooooooooo!. But when people say you're pretty and all that, you'll think of your big pores and unkept hair. So, next time somebody say something about you, you just say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But first of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why would anyone judge anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's Only Natural"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-8261613636819893014?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8261613636819893014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8261613636819893014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8261613636819893014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8261613636819893014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/instinct.html' title='Instinct.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5096280246449414785</id><published>2009-04-24T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:59:20.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.universal.cz/media/albums/1220428721_352_mariah_e=mc2_08_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 423px;" src="http://www.universal.cz/media/albums/1220428721_352_mariah_e=mc2_08_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No kidding. One the best albums around. So addicted to this album now. A year too late but wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I L.O.V.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE STORY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS FOR NOTHING, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I STAY IN LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR THE RECORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;TOUCH MY BODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-5096280246449414785?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5096280246449414785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5096280246449414785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5096280246449414785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5096280246449414785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mc.html' title='MC.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1563129611262293705</id><published>2009-04-23T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:23:52.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfCUT83XJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/k71KU33kJpU/s1600-h/CIMG0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfCUT83XJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/k71KU33kJpU/s320/CIMG0389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327921429656053746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So are you supposed to approve people who you THINK you know, but don't really sure if you do, on facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, i love our friendship. Don't spoil it? Thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna post some words from a song, but i've been posting a lot of that lately, so wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today is a good day. Especially the Sweedish Meatballs from Ikea. Damn. hahaha That's for lunch. And i had Ipoh Hor Fun at Oldtown in uptown for dinner. YUM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yay! My dad's gonna book our room in Redang tomorrow! I love you daddy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You're not him, boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-1563129611262293705?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1563129611262293705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1563129611262293705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1563129611262293705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1563129611262293705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/island.html' title='Island.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfCUT83XJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/k71KU33kJpU/s72-c/CIMG0389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8038301727584887704</id><published>2009-04-22T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:42:02.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haters by Hilary Duff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The words to this song makes me feel good. It's the innocent, young, less swearing version of what you should say to any psycho bitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont spit on me and shame yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because you wish you were someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You look so clean but you spread your dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if think that words dont hurt&lt;br /&gt;You build up walls no one can climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The things you do should be a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're queen of superficiality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep your lies out of my reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when you're nice it's just a pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters&lt;br /&gt;Traitors to the human race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a drag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to see them disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They dont belong anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spinning a web thats hard to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of envy, greed and jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling angry but you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;You want my friends&lt;br /&gt;You want my clothes&lt;br /&gt;You're one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different life form&lt;br /&gt;Different species&lt;br /&gt;Broken promises and treaties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talkin' bout exterminating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not the haters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just the hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You say your boyfriend's sweet and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But you've still got your eyes on mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your best friend's got her eyes on yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all goes on behind closed doors&lt;br /&gt;And when you're nice it's just a pose&lt;br /&gt;You're one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters&lt;br /&gt;Later for the alibis&lt;br /&gt;Haters&lt;br /&gt;Any shape&lt;br /&gt;Any size&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see them disappear&lt;br /&gt;They dont belong anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Haters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eehard.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/haters9ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 288px;" src="http://eehard.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/haters9ds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha bad ass skeleton. You rock Mr Skeleton. Yayyyyyah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8038301727584887704?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8038301727584887704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8038301727584887704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8038301727584887704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8038301727584887704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/haters-by-hilary-duff.html' title='Haters by Hilary Duff.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7712920281470975673</id><published>2009-04-22T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:24:13.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho bitches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do i always have a really bad relationship with other people's girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7712920281470975673?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7712920281470975673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7712920281470975673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7712920281470975673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7712920281470975673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/psycho-bitches.html' title='Psycho bitches.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-398332466855224696</id><published>2009-04-22T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:33:05.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check out this site. www.morenewmath.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-398332466855224696?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/398332466855224696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=398332466855224696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/398332466855224696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/398332466855224696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths.html' title='maths.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8137965779994645425</id><published>2009-04-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:26:04.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.schwimmerlegal.com/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.schwimmerlegal.com/smiley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning i woke up from a nightmare, what it's about, better keep it to myself. But damn, it makes me go loco til i realised it's just a dream, or somebody needs a real slapping, and i dnt mean it on the ass. Texted Mr Homo. He texted back. Bla bla. Watched Baby Love video cos it makes me feel good watching it in the morning, on my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went downstairs cos Human Footprints is on Nat Geo (thanks Mr All-Bones), watched it while texting and thinking about how hungry i am, saw a gazillion muffins on the table, but it's not for me, so i decided to eat the oh-so-famous instant Maggi Mee. When i'm almost done, and the water's boiling like hell, i realised i've forgetten to put in the brown flavour thing. Thank god, if not i'll be eating tasteless springy noodles. But it turned out that the maggi is tasteless after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought you could actually screw up with something so simple as maggi. I can't figure it out at first, why the maggi's so tasteless. Than i remembered, i put the water more than half of the boiling pan (is that what you call it? i don't know, it's round, and made of steel?). So yeah, that's my breakfast :D i'm proud. But that doesn't make me love cooking anymore than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You enjoy reading about tasteless maggi, don't you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilda and the pham decided to come over today. She and Adib went out with my mum to buy some more muffin stuff. I went up and had a chat with Beal, at long last. We had a blast talking about stuff, bitching and getting pissed off at random people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my mum came back at 4, i haven't took my shower. So i took my shower, went downstairs, told my mum that my dad wants to meet up at Gloria Jean's Midvalley. We did more muffins and sandwiches at record time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At around 9, me, my mum, Hilda and Adib went to Gloria Jean's Coffees. Met up with Ronnie and Bang Roslan there. Got a BAD brain freeze from the mango smoothie i ordered, went online using my bro's laptop, chat some more with Mr Alex Gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's been hanging out at gay bars a lot lately (i'm suprised it didnt happen any sooner), and yeah, we'll go one day aite? I like how he put it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: gtg. i'm at gloria jean's now. gonna go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex: euw. you're a lesbo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex: you're in Gloria's Jean. You do lesbo fuck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're gay enough without being bitchy Alex. He's been obsessing with beyonce cos he claims that's what gays do (Britney and Madonna too). Dude, i'm just happy you moved to a higher level of gayness :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, and here i am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Khairin, dude, really, i wonder how fucking big your brain is. With a gpa of 3.93, you could even futher you studies on outer space. Like, go with the martians and study their language or something. People like you lived to annoy people like me, so people like you shouldn't exist. Go shoot your balls and bleed to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm menstruating very soon. Zits are popping on my face like lavas on the surface of planet Mars and that thing down south doesn't feel so good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realised i got 2 free things in one month, which is pretty cool cos i dnt get a lot of free goodies. A movie ticket and a Clinique skincare set. Well, alongside the free services YOU give me. You cheap whore. And now you're cheering about how the male population doesnt need to give birth. You people just fuck, and leave it to us to suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You could become my king"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-8137965779994645425?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8137965779994645425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8137965779994645425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8137965779994645425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8137965779994645425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mundane.html' title='Mundane.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8189792323716726844</id><published>2009-04-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:29:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Seek Amy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just got back from One Utama. Bought the belly stud. It has 3 playboy logos on it in multicolour, kinda. Got it for half of the normal price, so i got some money left from my paycheck. I hate it like that, cos i tend to spend everything if there's no budget plan. So i ended up using that money buying 2 earrings from this one kick ass new shop in one utama. It's Pink Evil something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watched He's Just Not That Into You for the one and a half time (the last time we watched it, we had to go out half way cos i gotta go work). One of the best movie ever, really. Like it really captures what's happening in the real world, kinda. But i think everybody can relate to at least one part of the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't wait to try the new eyeliner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was boring cos somebody played the zombie part, so to play along, you gotta be a zombie too, which is not so fun. But i guess that's how zombies have fun? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow is muffin-making day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And one quarter of chicken is actually enough to fill this growing tummy of mine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love me, Hate me, Say What You Want About Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-8189792323716726844?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8189792323716726844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8189792323716726844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8189792323716726844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8189792323716726844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-seek-amy.html' title='If You Seek Amy.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7059303793789386802</id><published>2009-04-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:39:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The post with the gazillion photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Se0Ty92K_oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9RXRKJ2FxJI/s1600-h/DSC08773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Se0Ty92K_oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9RXRKJ2FxJI/s320/DSC08773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326935700565327490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Se0Ty0zGOuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/woTbKu4u59M/s1600-h/DSC08772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Se0Ty0zGOuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/woTbKu4u59M/s320/DSC08772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326935698136513250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Se0TyiC00rI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cSnr5Vb1pQI/s1600-h/DSC08770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez9DgWwH8I/AAAAAAAAACg/3O9wF0I2Qjk/s320/DSC06339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326910695939252162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez9DioeR9I/AAAAAAAAACY/PR47lhuaoUE/s1600-h/DSC06308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez9DioeR9I/AAAAAAAAACY/PR47lhuaoUE/s320/DSC06308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326910696550451154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez8QrVda8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2hTMbRCgQyQ/s1600-h/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez8QrVda8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2hTMbRCgQyQ/s320/DSC05442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326909822713293762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez8QYeQ4-I/AAAAAAAAACI/gWOnlQQyXmY/s1600-h/DSC05318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez8QYeQ4-I/AAAAAAAAACI/gWOnlQQyXmY/s320/DSC05318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326909817649947618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez8QCXolDI/AAAAAAAAACA/XkpB0HgvpOA/s1600-h/DSC05293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Sez8QCXolDI/AAAAAAAAACA/XkpB0HgvpOA/s320/DSC05293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326909811716559922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god! the internet is back on! yippeeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, i'm blogging at 6.30 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've tried to upload a couple of videos i found. Videos of the last day of school. Physics class at the cafe with Kevin on guitar while everybody else eating, except for Khairin, he was doing some physics work. NERD. haha But Blogger really took their damn time to upload a 45 secs vid. So wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, This is my supervisor while working at Gloria Jean's Coffees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=69498847638&amp;amp;h=Tp8vO&amp;amp;u=fG_Cp&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I know this guy! hahaha He's the most awesome barista, cos he can do super kick ass latte art, no kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna find a belly stud for my piercing tomorrow. I lost it while working a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So yeah, i'll just post up some random pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI, these are alll ancients pictures that i found in this dusty laptop :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Down Memory Lane"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-7059303793789386802?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7059303793789386802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7059303793789386802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7059303793789386802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7059303793789386802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-with-gazillion-photos.html' title='The post with the gazillion photos.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/Se0Ty92K_oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9RXRKJ2FxJI/s72-c/DSC08773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7851988714579462466</id><published>2009-04-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:24:45.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Love.</title><content type='html'>It's so weird blogging from the cyber cafe. You have this paranoia of people looking at your computer screen all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To people who's just so curious, one advice. Watch E! Channel. They're faster than my blog or anyone else :) You'll see pictures of me slipping in front of the grocery store. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FBBG stands for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucking Black Bony Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beal!!! ney kitak?? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heard the unis application result comes out today, but turns out it's coming out early may. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tried looking for the video Baby Love by Nicole Scherzinger. But somehow, it's not on Youtube. Well, I couldnt find it. Anyway, that's the best video ever. Everything i want is in it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEALLLLLL! i miss you eyhhhhh! coba online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maxis is gay. GAY ASS MAXIS. I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went to Gloria Jean's MidValley yesterday, and bumped into Bang Jep and the pham there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND my new songggg ----------------&gt; like damn it. You can hear Sara Bareilles talking at the end. Euw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Composure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck&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/899415326556275340-7851988714579462466?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7851988714579462466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7851988714579462466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7851988714579462466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7851988714579462466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-love.html' title='Me Love.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7199170380630433470</id><published>2009-04-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:47:33.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.</title><content type='html'>Damn i'm such a confused bitch. I hate this feeling of uncertainty. I wish i know the ending, but then again, it'll be boring. Whatever, god knows what he's doing with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7199170380630433470?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7199170380630433470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7199170380630433470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7199170380630433470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7199170380630433470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/questions.html' title='Questions.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6086283218187175275</id><published>2009-04-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:02:27.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise Ring by Tiffany Evans feat Ciara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00014463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 478px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00014463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the b – to the b – to the b – cuz I need&lt;br /&gt;                    Everybody to the floor (why?)&lt;br /&gt;                    Cuz this beat is sick (yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;                    It’s time to rock (uh)&lt;br /&gt;                    That’s what it is&lt;br /&gt;                    Tiffany’s her name&lt;br /&gt;                    Love is the game&lt;br /&gt;                    And the only way to play&lt;br /&gt;                    Is with this promise ring&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    Sometimes a girl needs to know that she’s&lt;br /&gt;                    Appreciated for all the things she does&lt;br /&gt;                    With some sorta token of love&lt;br /&gt;                    Cuz without it her young heart won’t know (heart won’t know)&lt;br /&gt;                    And right then to my surprise (he)&lt;br /&gt;                    Pulled out a small velour box&lt;br /&gt;                    Pink ribbon tied&lt;br /&gt;                    I’m wondering what’s inside&lt;br /&gt;                    He opened it and then he replied&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He said I promise not to hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I promise not to lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I promise to befriend you and defend you with my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise you forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I promise you today (He said) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Would you wear my promise ring ( I said yes)&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;                    If ya break ya promise we breakin up&lt;br /&gt;                    Got a couple things that I want&lt;br /&gt;                    Walks in the park and sweet things&lt;br /&gt;                    If I rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    I could be pretty young thing&lt;br /&gt;                    You could become my king&lt;br /&gt;                    I gotta know you got me&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, I’ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, I’ll rock your promise&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, I’ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, I’ll rock your promise&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    How in the world could a girl say no&lt;br /&gt;                    I knew it the moment he made my finger glow&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was good to know I’m who he chose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       It was your heart he felt now it shows (now it shows) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    U know when u see me floss&lt;br /&gt;                    No way it’s gon get lost&lt;br /&gt;                    I’ll never take this off&lt;br /&gt;                    I’m older and they call me by your name&lt;br /&gt;                    I’ll wear it on a chain&lt;br /&gt;                    Because I can hear you say&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;He said I promise not to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to lie&lt;br /&gt;I promise to befriend you and defend you with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you forever&lt;br /&gt;I promise you today (He said)&lt;br /&gt;Would you wear my promise ring ( I said yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya break ya promise we breakin up&lt;br /&gt;Got a couple things that I want&lt;br /&gt;Walks in the park and sweet things&lt;br /&gt;If I rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be pretty young thing&lt;br /&gt;You could become my king&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you got me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;                       Everybody get up&lt;br /&gt;                    And rock to this beat&lt;br /&gt;                    My name is Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;                    And y’all know me&lt;br /&gt;                    All my girls with me&lt;br /&gt;                    All the boys like me&lt;br /&gt;                    Come correctly&lt;br /&gt;                    With The Promise Ring&lt;br /&gt;                    And u just might be my boo, my boo&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise that you’ll never let me go and boy I’ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       Boy I’ll wear your promise ring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       All you have to do is say the word and boy I’ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       Boy I’ll wear your promise ring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                    Just let me know&lt;br /&gt;                    What I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just let me know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       You ain’t goin nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I ain’t goin nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I’ll be on for sho but you gotta know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If ya break ya promise we breakin up&lt;br /&gt;Got a couple things that I want&lt;br /&gt;Walks in the park and sweet things&lt;br /&gt;If I rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be pretty young thing&lt;br /&gt;You could become my king&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you got me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ll rock your promise ring &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-6086283218187175275?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6086283218187175275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6086283218187175275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6086283218187175275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6086283218187175275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/promise-ring-by-tiffany-evans-feat.html' title='Promise Ring by Tiffany Evans feat Ciara'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1244233471770110869</id><published>2009-04-17T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:38:38.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homo World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This gay dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leifgarrettfans.com/images/Pictures350/Leifteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.leifgarrettfans.com/images/Pictures350/Leifteen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks like this gay dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239554_7814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 518px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239554_7814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and this lovely dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/movies2006/nacholibre17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/movies2006/nacholibre17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks A LOT like someone i know. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Double Trouble"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-1244233471770110869?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1244233471770110869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1244233471770110869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1244233471770110869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1244233471770110869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/homo-world.html' title='Homo World.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7062864649433089961</id><published>2009-04-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:54:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA.</title><content type='html'>I realised that my blog has turned into a hate blog. Sorry for all the people that was hurt. I love you people. Make love, not war :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7062864649433089961?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7062864649433089961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7062864649433089961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7062864649433089961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7062864649433089961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/lala.html' title='LALA.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5938917099376351230</id><published>2009-04-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:39:19.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Totcy Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totcy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry emarek sekpat chat gilak. Kamek ada hal lam phone :P Mok chat kinektok tapi mesti kitak lom bgn kali. Apa offline. haha I just wanna say, I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! Rindu kedak apa kedak eyh. Harap harap mimpi kitak ya jadi betul soon la. Haha Pa cerita oyyyy? Emarek boleh padah satu cerita jak. Oy, coba dtg sitok shopping. Barang nok di bazaar indah eyh, murah murah. Haha Sempat lagik. Kay la, kirim salam ngan sidak Gold Jade. LOVE YA TOTCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gimme Your Totcy Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck&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/899415326556275340-5938917099376351230?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5938917099376351230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5938917099376351230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5938917099376351230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5938917099376351230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-totcy-love.html' title='Miss Totcy Love.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8666716614875042924</id><published>2009-04-15T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:32:37.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"she wishes she's you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D :D :D REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life, in every aspects, has nothing to do with you :) It's non of your fucking business. I hope i won't end up as one of your stalking victims. But i like you, you're a nice gal. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does that makes sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love Sex Magic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck&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/899415326556275340-8666716614875042924?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8666716614875042924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8666716614875042924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8666716614875042924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8666716614875042924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl.html' title='GIRL.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1138072268453185486</id><published>2009-04-15T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:00:07.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/519eO-VC19L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/519eO-VC19L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For my first paycheck, i bought this book from Border's. The book that i read half way already since last year at that particular row in Border's that says 'History' :D It's Epigrams By Martial. It's The Modern Library Classics Edition. There's the translation and also the original epigram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know i know, nerdy. First paycheck, and you invest in an ancient roman literature book, you must think. Well, fuck a cow. I love it. So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a deep book. Here's one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'We all know Galla's services as a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cost two gold bits; throw in a couple more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you get the fancy extras too. Why, then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your bill, Aeschylus, amount to ten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She sucks off for far less than that. What is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You pay her for? Silence after your visit.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Some people read my blog but didn't wanna admit it. What's the big deal? I don't care if you do or don't. I just blog for myself, cos i love reading my own rants :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Take Me Out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-1138072268453185486?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1138072268453185486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1138072268453185486&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1138072268453185486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1138072268453185486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ancient.html' title='Ancient.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5323871296589340363</id><published>2009-04-15T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:36:53.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was just so amazing :) It's just a simple day, but i guess when you spent it with the person you really love, it will turn out as an amazing day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had breakfast, went to do some window shopping, went to the driving range because somebody needs to HIT BALLS WITH THE STICK ;), went for a late lunch, went back home, did some of the chores (cos i ain't got no maid no more), and here i am :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i wanna have today everyday, please? But then again, it'll be boring to be spending everyday with a faggot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my future, i want it to be EXACTLY like you said. The apartment and all. You make me go all high school dreaming now. Haha Go get a good job besides whoring around you fag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn, this is so weird. I'm only blogging about the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, Onch from Paris Hilton's My New BFF is cool. Although people get mistaken that it's a she instead of a he. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i just catch up a lil bit of the new season of 90210. At last. Star World keep on repeating the same episode forever. I know, it's 'cooler' to download. Sorry, i rather wait than to get my computer crashed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ever After"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-5323871296589340363?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5323871296589340363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5323871296589340363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5323871296589340363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5323871296589340363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-2345320698567083388</id><published>2009-04-14T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:32:21.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven.</title><content type='html'>7 posts in one day! yay! i'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-2345320698567083388?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2345320698567083388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=2345320698567083388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2345320698567083388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2345320698567083388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/seven.html' title='seven.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5415866323983607589</id><published>2009-04-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:30:03.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>I'll be eating pizzazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz tomorrow! yum yum! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can tell i'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i just did some online shoppin'. Check out&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roxstastudio.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP MR GAYMANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Damn, you can sleep like a log. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAL I MISSSSS YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!! :( sekpa, hug me through the phone jak. i need it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooo, let's do some post about hottiessssssss! yummmm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google's taking too long to load. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a girl gotta do at 2am in the morning? 2.16am to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up everyday not having a plan is pretty boring. Then you'll just waste your time doing useless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school. It's so full of laughter, i just realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wtv, imma outta school bitchessssssss! hell yeah! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss Me Through The Phone is playing. Like, youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! (soulja boy style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeah, i read this one article thang on fb that says there will be a serious earthquake hitting malaysia on the 22ND OF JULY! WHICH IS LIKE, MY BIRTHDAY! but wtv. I'm not planning anything, anyway. People will plan in it for me without me knowing *hint*coughs* Just avoid the beaches people. Especially the ones on the Borneo side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And caffe latte and cappucino is the same darn thang (well it's just the foam that's different). Is it just me or is this the best kept secret ever? Thank god i worked at a coffee shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't sleep. Although i feel tempted to call somebody, i know i wouldnt be entertained, so wtv. I mean, if you have 3 different wet dreams every sleeping hour, why would you answer calls? it makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, better go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-5415866323983607589?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5415866323983607589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5415866323983607589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5415866323983607589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5415866323983607589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-be-eating-pizzazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-3962885045440027098</id><published>2009-04-14T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:03:26.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Ah Singh.</title><content type='html'>This is not racism or anything like that. Just a lil bit of humour for us malaysians :) It made me literally roll on the floor laughing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: Squint your eyes or click on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=6fc570aa5f&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11fabea4a5d9b306&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 1037px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=6fc570aa5f&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11fabea4a5d9b306&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" 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/899415326556275340-3962885045440027098?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3962885045440027098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=3962885045440027098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3962885045440027098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3962885045440027098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-singh.html' title='My Friend Ah Singh.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7612995641288807569</id><published>2009-04-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:12:04.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth The Wait by Jordin Sparks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;I feel what I've been feeling for you&lt;br /&gt;Means I am falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Something's opened up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And I dream&lt;br /&gt;In shades that only can be&lt;br /&gt;The colors of you and me&lt;br /&gt;I think we both know what that means&lt;br /&gt;I stand inside this promise I made to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I was meant for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I lose myself in someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I give all I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it'll be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm ready to take&lt;br /&gt;All that you want me to give&lt;br /&gt;It will be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;Worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;It will be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna save it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't want it broken into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need myself to reverse&lt;br /&gt;And could we just sit and talk a while&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Feel your sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Shining over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall&lt;br /&gt;If I break&lt;br /&gt;If I lose myself in someone&lt;br /&gt;If I give all I am it'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm ready to take&lt;br /&gt;All that you want me to give&lt;br /&gt;It will be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;Worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worth all the long nights dreaming of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday we will be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know it will have been so worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Please wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall&lt;br /&gt;If I break&lt;br /&gt;If I lose myself in someone&lt;br /&gt;If I give all I am it'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm ready to take&lt;br /&gt;All that you want me to give&lt;br /&gt;It will be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;Worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;It will have been so worth the wait, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I will be worth the wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-7612995641288807569?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7612995641288807569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7612995641288807569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7612995641288807569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7612995641288807569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/worth-wait-by-jordin-sparks.html' title='Worth The Wait by Jordin Sparks.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1911351924023306614</id><published>2009-04-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:58:28.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight blues.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of people telling me that it's wrong and nothing's gonna work out and bullshit like that. I KNOW DAMN WELL what i'm getting myself into. If it's gonna turn out bad, then be it. And lemme be the first to say, you people told me so. But if it works out my way, i ain't gonna say nothing. Especially MR Y.O.U. Like i know you're trying to talk me outta it, but please, lemme make my own mistake. I have a long road ahead of me, i still have a hell lot of time to make mistakes and learn from it. So, thanks for your concern, but leave me to it, aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just got back from Gloria Jean's Midvalley. Just hang out with the pham there for a while. It's nice to be kinda together, it's been quite a while since everybody's so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MC! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://entertainmentrundown.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mariah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 486px;" src="http://entertainmentrundown.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mariah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And some random fyi, i'm on Chris Brown's side 100%. Riri can go fuck retarded cows :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your Body Is A WONDERLAND"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-1911351924023306614?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1911351924023306614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1911351924023306614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1911351924023306614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1911351924023306614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/midnight-blues.html' title='midnight blues.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1907492222356461786</id><published>2009-04-13T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:38:20.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you know you got the love, just keep it between the two of you and make it special. Nobody has to know nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's weird that some go slutting around when you already got a somebody by your side. I really don't get that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just some random stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, my room is so messy i can barely walk. It takes up a whole lot of energy to walk through the pile of clothes, bag, mags etc. I don't know why i don't clean it when i know i should. Probably one of these days i gotta make myself extra hyper and clean it like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DASSSHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"From Now On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-1907492222356461786?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1907492222356461786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1907492222356461786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1907492222356461786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1907492222356461786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-us.html' title='About us.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-768502153341175567</id><published>2009-04-13T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:42:36.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's almost 3 months since my last blog. But now i'm back baby!!!!! and imma hit it hit it like you can't miss :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here goes my crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I'm not single anymore. Am i? I don't know, It's complicated. haha Let's just say, we're dating now, and so we will be the next 6, 7 years. Our next step will be planning the colours of the roses for our wedding day :) (sounds so high school, no?) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I quit my job at Gloria Jean's Coffees. Figured i need sometime before entering the uni life. And also, working suck. Sleeping the whole day rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So now, i'm back being a jobless lazy ass just sleeping and eating and shitting and making myself fatter at home :) yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But from working, i've learnt soooo many things that i couldn't have learnt if i decided to just sit at home and be a lazy ass. It's like they pay me to learn about life (it's like the total opposite of school). And i've met many different people too. So yeah, i'm glad and proud that i actually worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. I'm planning a trip with Mr. Gayman (so he will be known to the world). A trip to redang that is. How romantic :D Walking under the moonlight, strolling along the beach and do what people in love do? hahaha. That probably wouldn't happen, both of us knows why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I still don't know where i'll be heading education wise. The result for the application will come out somewhere around may. *Fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. So i guess that's about it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're Worth The Wait"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-768502153341175567?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/768502153341175567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=768502153341175567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/768502153341175567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/768502153341175567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-mine.html' title='It&apos;s mine.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6099928120884616554</id><published>2009-03-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:40:36.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS BLOG IS TEMPORARILY TERMINATED :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i feel like blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-6099928120884616554?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6099928120884616554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6099928120884616554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6099928120884616554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6099928120884616554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone.html' title='gone.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8138819588288482096</id><published>2009-02-20T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:57:31.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby weezyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://staging.pluggedin.com/artist/images/LilWayne_115606_08062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 350px;" src="http://staging.pluggedin.com/artist/images/LilWayne_115606_08062008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/l/lil_wayne_with_phantom-7003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 457px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/l/lil_wayne_with_phantom-7003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be Mrs. Wayne soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8138819588288482096?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8138819588288482096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8138819588288482096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8138819588288482096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8138819588288482096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-weezyyyy.html' title='Baby weezyyyy.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8716247004277808584</id><published>2009-02-20T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:49:06.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispy lil gayman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since Crisp's 20th birthday is coming up in an hour time, i decided to do a post about that gayman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To that gay llama who only lives to eat and who has always been by my side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you &amp;amp; Happy Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope you'll get to wipe your ass with a 100$ bill one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope you'll turn gay, very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope you'll find yourself a cougar, like you always wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But most of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just hope we'll be friends as long as forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8716247004277808584?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8716247004277808584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8716247004277808584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8716247004277808584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8716247004277808584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/02/crispy-lil-gayman.html' title='Crispy lil gayman.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4312810915767466670</id><published>2009-02-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:42:26.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I'm working at Gloria Jean's Coffees in The Curve. So drop by if you're in the area, cos i'll be treating you to a crappy beverage :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I'll be having a trip to Sarawak with Tyra and Crisp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. SPM result is out in 3 weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I tried, but i failed to use the tampons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Why is everyone breaking up nowadays? Where's the love? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7.fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'll let you in where noone else goes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-4312810915767466670?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4312810915767466670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4312810915767466670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4312810915767466670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4312810915767466670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick update.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8279463116575455061</id><published>2009-02-20T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:37:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bealberries.</title><content type='html'>To my Beal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Distance by Brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div width="240" height="220" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/heart.swf?lyricid=974357133" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="240" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8279463116575455061?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8279463116575455061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8279463116575455061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8279463116575455061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8279463116575455061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/02/bealberries.html' title='Bealberries.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5762204066772253454</id><published>2009-02-05T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:36:22.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today and Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2065/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_311356_7513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2065/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_311356_7513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So people has been obsessing about this thing on Facebook called 25 where you have to post 25 random things about yourself, and this is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I'm single and loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2. I talk very loud, and fast, as some would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3. I love the colour gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4. I'm not good at playing cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5. I suck in geography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6. I eat just for the sake of survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7. I hate cheating boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8. I think Britney spears is a legend in her own right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9. Power Rangers are very kinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10. So is Barney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11. I hate nerds cos they care too much, not cos they're smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12. I secretly wanna be a nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 13. I hate almost all of my teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 14. I hate rempits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 15. I hate racist people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 16. I'm bored with the same damn thing in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 17. I don't drink nor smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 18. I'm into gay guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 19. I think i'm smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20. Most people think i'm dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 21. I wanna be super rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 22. I'm  gonna be a brain surgeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 23. I swear A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 24. I wanna die before my mum cos i can't live without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 25. I hate famous people. I'm a hater :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't watch Inkheart, it's stupid. At least i think so. Not my kinda movie. Narnia's more like it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, i got my license yesterdayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!! :D I'm the most awesomest person in the world for taking the test only once and passed it. :D Now, i can legally drive like a madwoman :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess what happened today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHIT IN MY PANTS, LITERALLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame the organic wheatgrass thing.  I pooped out this green (note, GREEN.) fluid thing after a few seconds taking that bloody thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, my maid's resume will include 'Has experience cleaning up an 18 year old's green poop'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Min Yan has something in common now, we have green poop! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheatgrass was supposed to be 'the thing' for detoxification (Eating grass to shit.) but i didn't expect them to get all hyped up in my intestine and work miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably cos i took Apple Cider Vinegar right before taking in the Wheatgrass. This is exactly why i need to become a doctor. That is, to educate myself about not mixing up supplements like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, next topic. So i applied for the foundations in the local universities. We get to have 8 choices. And these are the places i chose to go, and hopefully got accepted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Universiti Malaya - Asasi Sains Hayat (Life Science Foundation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Universiti Islam Antarabangsa Malaysia - Asasi Perubatan (Medical Foundation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Universiti Islam Antarabangsa Malaysia - Asasi Sains Hayat (Life Science Foundation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Universiti Islam Antarabangsa Malaysia - Asasi Sains Kesihatan Bersekutu (I don't know what the hell this is. I just applied for it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Universiti Malaya - Asasi Sains Fizikal (Physical Science Foundation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Universiti Islam Antarabangsa - Asasi Sains Fizikal (Physical Science Foundation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Universiti Islam Antarabangsa - Asasi Undang-Undang (Law Foundation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Universiti Teknologi Mara - Asasi Sains (Science Foundation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It probably look like i'm dying to go to UIAM. But no, I'M DYING TO GO TO THE UM!!! PLEASEEEEEE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just that UIAM offers more courses. And UiTM, that's just to fill up the 8th spot. I don't know what else to put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Najwa and Crisp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLSC1D9HY1E"&gt;Imma hold ya down.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lover To Me, My Baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-5762204066772253454?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5762204066772253454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5762204066772253454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5762204066772253454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5762204066772253454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Today and Tomorrow.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1370031499740121055</id><published>2009-01-31T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:58:01.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>India.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the pictures from Najwa's party.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=16001&amp;amp;l=01103&amp;amp;id=1061216216"&gt;CLICK HERE IF YOU'RE GAY :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most honest lyrics ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video by India Arie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not the average girl from your video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I ain't built like a supermodel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But, I learned to love myself unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I am a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not the average girl from your video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No matter what I'm wearing I will always be the india arie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every freckle on my face is where it's supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know our creator didn't make no mistakes on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes; I'm lovin' what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not the average girl from your video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I ain't built like a supermodel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But, I learned to love myself unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I am a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not the average girl from your video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No matter what I'm wearing I will always be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; india arie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Am I less of a lady if I don't wear pantyhose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My mama said a lady ain't what she wears but, what she knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But, I've drawn a conclusion, it's all an illusion, confusion's the name of  the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A misconception, a vast deception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Something's gotta change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but,Don't be offended this is all my opinion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ain't nothing that I'm sayin law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So get in where you fit in go on and shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Clear your mind, now's the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Put your salt on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Go on and love yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cuz everything's gonna be all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not the average girl from your video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I ain't built like a supermodel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I am a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not the average girl from your video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No matter what I'm wearing I will always be the india arie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't need that to have a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep your expensive car and your caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I need is my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep your Kristal and your pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd rather have a pretty piece of crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't need your silicone I prefer my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What God gave me is just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"'Cos Your Body Spells Sexy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-1370031499740121055?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1370031499740121055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1370031499740121055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1370031499740121055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1370031499740121055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/india.html' title='India.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-3319490058517167705</id><published>2009-01-31T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:52:29.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survvvvv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nur Syakirin binti Abdul Rosik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is your birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22nd July 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do on your birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner with the pham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm too lazy to be planning anything 6 months prior, unlike before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close and clear my mind. Which equals to sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ite book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n to text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tyra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Najwa, after the party last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was your last ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did you split&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just figured he will be a better ex boyfriend than a boyfriend. Which is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you wear last hallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ween?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, i didn't get the costumes, but i was sailormooooooooooon! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last time that i remember is during when i messed up my spm bio papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are your paren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ts still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; toget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you last argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a lover, not a hater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time did you go to bed last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your best frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Myself. and Najwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you bite your nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; toe nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not kidding, khairin does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your hobbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dressing up and hanging out. If that is sonsidered as hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed the sun set?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yessssssssssssssssss. in parie'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; did last vacat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ion to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melaka? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your hair color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown brown brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you weari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pj's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear makeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do you work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most of the times, in my dreams. Where i work as a doctor and every career options available on planet earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get hayfe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; are you into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been out with your best frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d's ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wouldn't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever snuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; out of your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never really have to. So no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woke up at 1pm, send Tyra to One Utama, go back home, and go online right away. It's 4.30 and i haven't eat nor took my shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tomor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;row?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going to Seremban very early in the morning for Khairiel's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably pizza and some fried chickens about 24 hours ago or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a forgi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ving perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, but i never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you mad at anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you talki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng to anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had a garag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tired and hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the stran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't think of any now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was your schoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My school is just so messed up. Why? You have to be either really really smart (kian yuan, hui xian etc) or you have to be really really dumb (amanda and amanda only) to get in. But on top of it all, you gotta have lotsa dough, to pay the cafe people. They charged people like crazy for the foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ibe your best frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's the girly one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When did you last smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a weird question but i'm half way through, so what the hell. Errr, i guess last night when i told my sister i can't stop smiling because of my muscles. haha But we both know what triggers it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed in a test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that i remeber, but i think i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you scare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d of falli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinda. It's a scary thing. It turned you into an ugly beast, literally. You'll be so messed up that you'll  be slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever felt repla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, they maybe a bunch of bitches, but i do trust them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like coffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you had kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanttttttttttttttttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If not, do you want them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last film you watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School for Scoundrels at Pam's kick ass in-house cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.36pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old are you going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to be in 7 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18 years and 1 month old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When did you last see your mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An hour ago before she went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday for a few minutes. We live in the same house, but we don't really see each other. He works, i sleep. I work, he sleeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you colle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ct anyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If so , what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Movie Tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you remem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ber your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do they come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metaphorically, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you kill right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; now if you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She who i cannot mention in favour of the beloved ones. And probably Fendi for making my life complicated, but he's a nice guy, aren't ya? :) And probably, everyone in the Israeli army. Ohhhhh, my driving instructor. That's about it i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; were you 4 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On my way back from dropping Tyra at One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't i answer this already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song descr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ibes your life right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Step At A Time by Jordin Sparks and You Gotta Be by Desree and also Video by India Arie. So it's alllllll good now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your bigge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;st regre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I grew up too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your body type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think, voluptuous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yesssssssssssssssssss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the snatch thieves case, i still have those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What pets do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate animals, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman. and probably Superman if he doesn't wear such a queer outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like miche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al jacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES. He ain't no psycho but a legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do you get your music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sister's laptop, and i think she got it from BitComet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ite shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have a favourite one, but i like things classy and different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your most recen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t lie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I'm heading home' to my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lie you tell yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elf:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'He's gross' and he's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hing you have stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n that was not worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the risk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never stole anything in my life. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d who makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crisp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are embar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d when you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think if i look real good and i fall down or farted accidentally. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The memor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y that still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sri KDU moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How you pictu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UFOs and tsunamis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If reinc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arnat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ion does exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; like to come back as :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariah Carey with my family as my family and my friends as my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;7 people that you would like to see take this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George Clooney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brad Pitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny Depp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugh Jackman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heath Ledger, but that won't happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J Holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Quizzical"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/899415326556275340-3319490058517167705?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3319490058517167705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=3319490058517167705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3319490058517167705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3319490058517167705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/survvvvv.html' title='Survvvvv.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4622964761776807850</id><published>2009-01-27T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:24:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme more.</title><content type='html'>I'm not being big headed and snobby, i'm just being realistic. I might be shallow, but you're too fake to admit that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to upgrade their life, no matter how bloody rich you are, aren't we all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-4622964761776807850?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4622964761776807850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4622964761776807850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4622964761776807850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4622964761776807850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/gimme-more.html' title='Gimme more.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6642337605136940760</id><published>2009-01-27T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:10:04.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are just so damn gay.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, if i ever end up with you, i would end up on the street. So go take your gay ass back to your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope both of you will not get STDs from the amount of fuckings you guys did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want money and love, not just love, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's always sunny in a rich man's world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-6642337605136940760?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6642337605136940760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6642337605136940760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6642337605136940760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6642337605136940760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-just-so-damn-gay.html' title='you are just so damn gay.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-2611223549820329954</id><published>2009-01-27T00:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:06:48.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Islam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb44/dzerty/seifo92.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb44/dzerty/seifo92.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Islam - Mustaqim Sahir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People of the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the truth about Islam?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you think it's about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bombing planes and killing innocent people?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell you how it really is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About this beautiful way of life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Islam is all about peace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism it doesn't teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its all about love and family and charity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And praying to one God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Islam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something you should know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really helped me grow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does away with greed, filth, arrogance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And teaches us morality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A perfect way to live&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't believe all you see and hear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people wear a title of a Muslim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't practice Islam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is all about peace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism it doesn't teach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about love and family and charity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And praying to one God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Islam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it teaches us the creator's made this life for us a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if we follow truth and do good deeds,&lt;br /&gt;He'll reward us in the Next&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we remember God &amp;amp; teach each other the truth and patience in His way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can live in peace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Islam              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First of all, people who judge other religions are just beyond shallow, but if you really have to judge Islam, don't judge it from what muslims does. You will not find a perfect muslim in the present day. So, if you really wanna know what Islam is all about, read the contents of the Al-Quran, for it dates way back from Prophet Muhammad's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-2611223549820329954?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2611223549820329954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=2611223549820329954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2611223549820329954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2611223549820329954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-islam.html' title='This is Islam.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8496567622499589537</id><published>2009-01-26T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:44:48.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2237/2321185353_b3aaa9245c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2237/2321185353_b3aaa9245c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obama's inaugaration might cost more than the amount of money it might take to stop the Gaza war. I do believe his 'change' promises at first, but then again, politicians are politicians. First thing we should tell a martian, should they ever land on earth, is not to believe politicians. And kill them once they start to spit bulls on your face, American or not. Imagine a group of Americans having smelly underwears. And you asked them to change it. And then, they'll change it among themselves, which obviously will not get rid of the bad smell. Imagine the presidents are the underwear, and the war as the bad smell. Americans, or at least the presidents, seems like they're supporting the violation of humans' rights. You should be ashamed to be supporting the killings of your own kind, regardless of any religion or skin colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Look into my eyes - The Outlandish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;You don't see a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;'cause you can't relate to me&lt;br /&gt;You're blinded by our differences&lt;br /&gt;My life makes no sense to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm the persecuted one&lt;br /&gt;You're the red, white and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day you wake in tranquility&lt;br /&gt;No fears to cross your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Each day I wake in gratitude&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God He let me rise&lt;br /&gt;You worry about your education&lt;br /&gt;And the bills you have to pay&lt;br /&gt;I worry about my vulnerable life&lt;br /&gt;And if I'll survive another day&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest fear is getting a ticket&lt;br /&gt;As you cruise your Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;My fear is that the tank that has just left&lt;br /&gt;Will turn around and come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet, do you know the truth of where your money goes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you let the media deceive your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Is this a truth nobody, nobody, nobody knows?&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, let's not cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;I promise you one day it's through&lt;br /&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more&lt;br /&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I've known terror for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;57 years so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Terror breathes the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's the checkpoint on my way to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terror is the robbery of my land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the torture of my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The imprisonment of my innocent father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bullet in my baby brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bulldozers and the tanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The gases and the guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bombs that fall outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All due to your funds&lt;br /&gt;You blame me for defending myself&lt;br /&gt;Against the ways of my enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm terrorized in my own land (what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm the terrorist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American , do you realize that the taxes that you pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feed the forces that traumatize my every living day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if I won't be here tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's written in my fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May the future bring a brighter day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The end of our wait"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imemc.org/attachments/mar2008/palestinian_children_killed_by_israeli_fire_in_gaza__file_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.imemc.org/attachments/mar2008/palestinian_children_killed_by_israeli_fire_in_gaza__file_2007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www3.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Palestinians+Bury+Beach+Bomb+Victims+wpUySsjBTjDl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 358px;" src="http://www3.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Palestinians+Bury+Beach+Bomb+Victims+wpUySsjBTjDl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www4.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Palestinians+Bury+Beach+Bomb+Victims+53Im9Ho1V0Yl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 338px;" src="http://www4.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Palestinians+Bury+Beach+Bomb+Victims+53Im9Ho1V0Yl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www4.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Palestinians+Bury+Beach+Bomb+Victims+JZ2welIdd9Pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 594px; height: 396px;" src="http://www4.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Palestinians+Bury+Beach+Bomb+Victims+JZ2welIdd9Pl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/075/8/2/GAZA_by_SEiFO92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 572px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/075/8/2/GAZA_by_SEiFO92.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uruknet.info/pic.php?f=img_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.uruknet.info/pic.php?f=img_1206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://antiisgood.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/double_standards_enggif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://antiisgood.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/double_standards_enggif.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb44/dzerty/seifo92.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb44/dzerty/seifo92.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spread Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-8496567622499589537?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8496567622499589537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8496567622499589537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8496567622499589537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8496567622499589537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaza.html' title='Gaza.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4329683412229135219</id><published>2009-01-22T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:04:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, my PC broke down again, i think it's more than the 10th time it did. Blame 90210. I was trying to download that stupid TV series when trojan start pouring in and crashing my PC. Drama is not good for your health, and your computer's too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The brave may not live very long, but the cautious never live at all"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The Princess Diaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's a very good quote, and i bet it helps before you do a bungee jumping. But it does encourage me to complain a lot more to the authorities about the bad services i receive. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So anyway, i did this 'do-you-know-me-well' quiz, where i ask people about moi. There were 15 questions in total, and i ask the people closest to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Tyra, aka the big sister. In My Room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N: Najwa, aka the bestie. On The Phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: Mum, aka the mum, duh. Mamak Stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Beal, aka the cousie. On The Phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F: Fendi, aka the ex boyfriend. On The Phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C: Crisp, aka the gay partner. (no, no, he's straight.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My Favourite Cartoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Madeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Barney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: The Powerpuff Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Totally Spies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPONGEBOB. I can't believe only Beal got it right. But i like all the things stated above except for madeline, i hate her, she's gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. My Favourite Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Cheese Burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Nasi Briyani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Fried Kuey Teow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Nasi Briyani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although two of them answered Nasi Briyani, but that's not my all time favourite food. The most correct would be cheese burger and pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. My Favourite Hangout Place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Hartamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Hartamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Hartamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Hartamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Oldtown Kopitiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couldn't be more obvious, could it? These people really know me. Haha But then again, i only go to hartamas because there's nowhere else to go in amazing Malaysia. Oldtown use to be my favourite breakfast spot before school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. My Favourite TV Series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: 90210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: 90210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M:90210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Prison Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fendi's answer couldn't be more ridiculous. I don't even know anything about Prison Break. I love 90210 and Friendssssssssssssssssssssssss! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. My Favourite Ex Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Fendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Fendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Fendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Fendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Fendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This people actually agreed on something. Haha I don't have a favourite one, they're all different. But probably because it was the longest relationship i had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. One Place I'm Dying To Go To.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Mecca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rome, and Rome only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. My Role Model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Tyra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Tyra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Daddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Daddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Generally, it's the whole family. My mum actually wanted to say Obama :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. The Hottest Female Celebrity Through My Retina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Kim Kardashian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Nicole Scherzinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Kimore Lee Simmons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Aishwarya Rai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Beyonce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Definitely Kim Kardashian. Then, Kimora followed by Nicole and Beyonce. I never liked Aishwarya Rai though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. The Hottest Male Celebrity Through My Retina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Wentworth Miller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Fernando Alonso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Jehan Miskin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Fernando Alonso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Chris Daughtry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not even one of them are close to the answer. It's the likes of Johnny Depp, George Clooney, Cillian Murphy, Rafel Nadal and almost all of them rappers.. (There's too many of them.) So dissapointing. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. My Favourite Colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Gold. :) and a lil bit of Black. And Purple. But i don't like Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. My ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Brain Surgeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Historian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mum's answer was given after a much hinted clues. But she was correct at first anyway. So brain surgeon and doctors are accpeted. So are Designer and Historian, because that's what i wanna do if there were no pressure from the big boss aka the parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. My Favourite Website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: naughtydotcy.blogspot.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M:Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously, all is true. But i only go to facebook because without it, there would be nowhere to go on the net. But my Facebook is ancient. It's one big bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. My Favourite Shopping Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Midvalley Megamall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Utama is the nearest shopping mall to my house, enough said. And I hate going to Midvalley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except for the times when i wanna hang out at Gloria Jean's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. People I Would Die For.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Mummie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Najwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Tyra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: My Parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Certainly, all is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Favourite Piece Of Clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N: Shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F: Shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Real Deal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Told you this people knows me the best. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you see these people giving their own name as the answer, it's not a typo. This is a bunch of vain people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When i finished asking my mum, she asked me for a prize. When i told her there was none, she said there should be. Mumsy, it's just a quiz :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i be wishing my strawberry kisses would fly through the wind from me to all of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Live Your Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-4329683412229135219?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4329683412229135219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4329683412229135219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4329683412229135219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4329683412229135219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pop-quiz.html' title='Pop quiz.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4718457172402877319</id><published>2009-01-12T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:53:36.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie Trump and Donald O Donnell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all know that Rosie O Donnell and Donald Trump is not too keen on each other. And honestly, I'm 100% behind Donald in this one. Rosie is such a loserrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Rosie has no reason whatsoever to attack Donald Trump. She just do it because she's insecure and talking bad about a powerful figure makes her feel good and powerful because obviously, she doesn't always feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Rosie attack Donald about his physical looks. I mean, look who's talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Rosie's a fat bitch. It's not like i have anything against fat people, but if it's okay for Rosie to talk bad about other people's physique, why can't we? She looks like Michelin tyres, that woman. And she doesn't have any sense of style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Donald Trump's right. She do talks like a truck driver, on crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Rosie's slamming someone who makes way moreeeeeee money that she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. She reminds me of fat toad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. She tries to be mean, Simon Cowell style, but she fails miserably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. People just hates her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. She just wants all the attention but she has ran out of idea. One day she woke up, and thinks, " Oh, i'll make fun of Donald trump today. Maybe the whole world would laugh along with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the videos of them feuding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Round 1 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64YhFQ99a-c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rosie's first hit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Look at the way she said, 'Miss USA, such a prestigious title' at 1.21s. It's sooo obvious she's a loser. The only reason she said that is because she knows she would never get a beauty title. So she goes like, ' oh, beauty queen is so not cool. I don't want the title'. I bet if she looks like Donald's wife, she would be dying for it. Her hair looks like Puss in Boots after she did Donald's hair. Such a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGZaCnfNgLE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Donald's hit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love him, enough said. Another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73c2PQT0fjU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Donald hit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Round 2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Qrdb6UGsZ0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rosie's response&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. You can see it clearly that she's scared. That's why she changed the topic. And when Barbara asked her to do the Donald hair, she doesn't want to do it. She probably couldn't pay the lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqZ5SUnA_FQ"&gt;Donald hit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; back on Larry King Live. He said it perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Round 3 - The loser hit back on her blog, without mentioning Donald's name for fear of getting sued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xw6A_y5T9a0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Donald hit back.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the end, Rosie shut up, like she should a long time ago. And Mr Trump won. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never liked her, I think she's kinda gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-4718457172402877319?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4718457172402877319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4718457172402877319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4718457172402877319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4718457172402877319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/rosie-trump-and-donald-o-donnell.html' title='Rosie Trump and Donald O Donnell.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1983746938326483275</id><published>2009-01-12T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:07:07.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nanny, i love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img110.imageshack.us/img110/899/thenanny1io8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 281px;" src="http://img110.imageshack.us/img110/899/thenanny1io8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm officially hooked by this show. It's sooooo funnnnyyyyyy!!!! I love Fran drescher. I love the costumes. I love the humour. I love the storyline. I love everything about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crispo Izzo got me to watch it. He always said the nanny reminds him of me. The hair, the laugh and stuff. And i thought it was kinda lame before that. But now I know :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img03.picoodle.com/img/img03/8/4/19/f_thenanny1m_0fcfa6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 536px;" src="http://img03.picoodle.com/img/img03/8/4/19/f_thenanny1m_0fcfa6c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the links for the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QikGzoFWWNA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K79Mgw7uSBo&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuxENWG-iiM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pzRNqPeit0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;part 4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfpuBhSObco&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;part 5&lt;/a&gt;. and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCfQ1wVfozM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Fran's finale speech.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-1983746938326483275?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1983746938326483275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1983746938326483275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1983746938326483275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1983746938326483275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/nanny-i-love.html' title='nanny, i love.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-6162644329876844981</id><published>2009-01-11T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:51:31.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't know about your dictionary, but in my dictionary, goofing around means two good friends who cares about each other very much, had an amazing sex and just wanna spend a lil bit more time with each other"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Chandler, Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. SO addicted to Friendssssssssssssssss. I know i'm 10 years too late, but wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Got a new carrrrr! Well, i share it with Tyra, but still, it's half mine. Actually, it's more like a quarter mine, cos it's kinda like her bday pressie from daddie. Mine, nonetheless. It's a Honda City. The 2nd one in the pham, first one being my sister's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Soooooo addicted to Wake up call by Hayden Panettiere and Us Against The World by Christina Millian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I think Amanda should trademark the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FuckityFuck&lt;/span&gt;. Same goes with MinYan with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesomosity&lt;/span&gt;. It's soo original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UKLncvGxQ8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;McDonald Ad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; couldn't be more Japanese. Here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrfM0z0Xx_E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;another one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Watched Hitch and License To Wed today. The Umpthteen time for the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. I think Miley is trying to copy Wacko Jacko's Thriller with Fly On The Wall. Just change the zombie to paps. It's not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. I wanna start my own cult, which i will name '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virginology'&lt;/span&gt;. It's something like Scientology, but it's not that religious. We'll just make fun of non virgins :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. I'll be taking neurology. Meaning i'll be cutting people's head in about 15- 2o years time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.  I still haven't got the plant i've always wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. I am broke. So does most of my friends. And i wonder why. Apart from the fact that MPH conned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. 98% of my friends has started college. and 97.9% of them are studying overseas. 0.1% for the possibilties of someone got left behind by their plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. I would have to wait for my SPM result before i can start applying for goverment based foundation. And i'm need of a goverment scholarship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. I'm boycotting american brands such as McDonald's, KFC, Coke, Burger Kings, Carl's Jr etc etc. I'm not paying the tax for my own sisters' and brothers' death in Gaza. Here's the full list of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.muslimconsumer.org.my/ppim/yahudiboikot.html"&gt;Jewish brands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. This is a bad timing though, since KFC just launch the Zinger Tower Burger and i haven't tried it. But wtv, there's always Ramlee Burger. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. I won a lucky draw at Celebrity Fitness Bangsar  and I got a Phillips MP3 player for freeeeeee! It's not exactly an iPod, but it's almost the same, in fact smaller and more japanese looking. Good timing though, cos my iPod is cacat-ed already. This is how it looks like. All I had to do, was listen to the music using three different earphones, and pick which is the best, write it on a form and they randomly picked the winner. For someone who NEVER won anything in her life, this is a HUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kristopherdukes.com/images/Philips_mp3-player.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 221px;" src="http://www.kristopherdukes.com/images/Philips_mp3-player.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. For those who haven't got their driving license, DON'T go to Metro Driving Academy. It's 100% malay-swearing malays. I had a small fight with one of the instructor the other day. He was so damn disrespectful! ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL of them are a horny married bunch who would fcuk a retarded cow for sex. I'm dead serious. On the way back, one ENCIK ATIB guy drove some of us home, and he can't stop talking about sex and girls, which is very gross for someone with a super big belly, very very dark and sweaty, married, and doesn't have a good job. This is one of the example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.Amir: Abang ni dah kahwin ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   The Bastard: Kat rumah aku dah kahwin la, tapi kat sini (the driving school) aku bujang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me, he said much worse things than that. When he was about to drop me off, i asked for his name, and he thought i wanna get to know him. He was like, 'tak pe, panggil saya atib je' with that grossss tone. honey, i rather fcuk a rare pink ant than see your face again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. People's obsession with sports sometimes freak me out, but i've been there, with formula one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. I just did an online complaint to the Ministry of Consumers Affair about a bunch of people in hartamas who charged people for public parking space. They charged RM10 for weekends. They might as well sell their butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19. I'm going to do some voluntary work while taking my driving license. I'm still browsing for organisations. Need my help? Call 1-800-syakirin-so-cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE RUSSELL BRAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.ebayimg.com/08/c/000/77/43/c8b1_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 166px;" src="http://i12.ebayimg.com/08/c/000/77/43/c8b1_7.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21. I want LG Cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22. I need to start working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23. I want an exotic pet bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24. I want to climb Mount Kinabalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25. I wanna go to Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You Can't Handle Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-6162644329876844981?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6162644329876844981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=6162644329876844981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6162644329876844981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/6162644329876844981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1003800707878614270</id><published>2009-01-07T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:00:08.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place like no other.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So on christmas day, me and the pham headed to sarawak. It was the best trip i've had in 2008 because i saw a different side of sarawak on that trip. We did some photoshooting around the city of Kuching, before going for a christmas picnic at the park. It was the best christmas anyone could ever asked for. I will upload the pictures soon. The next day, we went to the cultural village with ekin and girl. We had a BLAST. I've never had that much of an educational visit, especially in my own homeland.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE KUCHINGG!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so anyway, these are the pictures i got from Beal&lt;3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06892.jpg?t=1231354688"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 303px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06892.jpg?t=1231354688" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq56/bealberries/Cultural%20Village%202008/DSC06890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 361px;" src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq56/bealberries/Cultural%20Village%202008/DSC06890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq56/bealberries/Cultural%20Village%202008/DSC06889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 308px;" src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq56/bealberries/Cultural%20Village%202008/DSC06889.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;On our way there. &amp;amp;Beal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cultural Village has lotsa houses of different races existing in Sarawak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq56/bealberries/Cultural%20Village%202008/DSC06899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 318px;" src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq56/bealberries/Cultural%20Village%202008/DSC06899.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;TheChineseDudeWhoTakesCareOfTheRumahOrangCina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 453px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 448px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rumah Orang Cina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a Rumah Orang Melayu too, but i don't have the pictures. I will upload sooooon. There were no Rumah Orang India though, cos the indians never migrated to Sarawak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06922.jpg?t=1231349774"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 449px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06922.jpg?t=1231349774" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocking out the sape at the Rumah Orang Ulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 455px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the DayakMan. He's hot :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 330px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 329px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying out the musical instrument with the PenanMan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 314px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06904.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 528px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rumah Orang Melanau. That's NOT for the faint hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 526px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 532px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06924.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bidayuh Couple at the Rumah Orang Bidayuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We catch a show after that, but once again, i don't have the photos. Will upload soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is us making our way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06931.jpg?t=1231351347"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 556px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06931.jpg?t=1231351347" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06930.jpg?t=1231351831"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 559px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06930.jpg?t=1231351831" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06956.jpg?t=1231352133"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 554px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06956.jpg?t=1231352133" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06879.jpg?t=1231352360"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 554px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06879.jpg?t=1231352360" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06946.jpg?t=1231352658"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 561px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06946.jpg?t=1231352658" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06952-1.jpg?t=1231353030"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 346px;" src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh342/syakirinrosik/DSC06952-1.jpg?t=1231353030" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i know you can't see my face in this one, but it's mount santubong at the back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's that for now. See now? Sarawak is a beautiful place :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Where I Belong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&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/899415326556275340-1003800707878614270?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1003800707878614270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1003800707878614270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1003800707878614270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1003800707878614270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/place-like-no-other.html' title='A place like no other.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq56/bealberries/Cultural%20Village%202008/th_DSC06890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-290560720383605252</id><published>2009-01-07T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:16:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah. The last time i updated was a month ago. Okay, where to start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. PROM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omigosh. Couldn't believe i haven't even blog about it. Well, it was fun, and i was collecting memories with this horny people. It was so sad cos most of them are leaving. Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239574_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 404px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239574_1027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; khairin&amp;amp;faiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239566_801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 418px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239566_801.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239553_7438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 428px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239553_7438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239552_7035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 433px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239552_7035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239550_5877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 438px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239550_5877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239551_6177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 446px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239551_6177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;raja&amp;amp;luqman&amp;amp;dd&amp;amp;meena&amp;amp;fahmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239518_2792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 442px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239518_2792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1475/203/5/605285896/n605285896_1199880_2065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1475/203/5/605285896/n605285896_1199880_2065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1020/208/31/516476898/n516476898_1570610_4444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1020/208/31/516476898/n516476898_1570610_4444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1020/208/31/516476898/n516476898_1570609_4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 330px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1020/208/31/516476898/n516476898_1570609_4104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1020/208/31/516476898/n516476898_1570653_4039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 329px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1020/208/31/516476898/n516476898_1570653_4039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dancin' with them sluts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The prom ended with sad goodbyes to everybody, because everybody's going somewhere except for me (i'm sick of saying this, really.) We went to rasta after that to take a late supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239568_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 361px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239568_1269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239563_5196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 353px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1154/162/53/1061216216/n1061216216_239563_5196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me and min yan looking extra fugly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, generally, this prom sucks. I think it was fun because my friends were there and we had fun with each other (yes, we did). The performances were boring to the max. They actually took the school's performers. So so lame. They didn't bring in any band, except for this duo called snow symphony or something. They're not bad, but very unknown. The first performance was okay. It was a bunch of trannys who call themselves pussycat divas. They go around giving lap dances to guys. A bit inappropriate, but it was the best performance that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kar mun was nominated for the best dress award. Greg and Aleena got the couple of the year award and also the Prom King and Queen title.  Nothing says highschool sweetheart more than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So i decided to post only about prom on this one, and will update on another post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-290560720383605252?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/290560720383605252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=290560720383605252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/290560720383605252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/290560720383605252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2009/01/prom.html' title='Prom.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-1674719383415273403</id><published>2008-12-07T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:18:28.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You guys should just marry each other and make gazillion kids, and go live in the mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, you guys ARE practically married, so maybe you should just skip that part and shag each other non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, wait. You guys did THAT too, so maybe you can skip that part too, and just go live in the mountain, so nobody can get annoyed with your obsessive love other than the monkeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, so so so so, I've got my prom dress on Wednesday. It's not what i wanted originally, but i think it looks good, and it's really elegant and not skimpy. It's red, and it got diamonds on it. I will be buried in diamonds on prom night, because there's diamonds on my dress, on my ring, on my clutch and on my earring. And probably my shoe, if my dad let me buy THE shoe i wanted. My dad seems to think i have wayyyyyy to many shoes, which is, half true, depending on the view you're looking at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tomorrow's prom. And i'll go to Kar Mun's house along with Amanda, Huia Lee, and Min Yan. Well, Min yan lives literally opposite of Kar Mun's house. We're gonna get ready there before going to prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's Rayaaaaaa! as in Aidiladha that is. I wanted to fast yesterday, but then i forgot. Silly, I know. I went out with Shaid last night. But it was under 2 hours. So, not much. We just went to Hartamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mum with the help of my maid, cooked this delicous meal, called Chicken Cheese. Chicken cooked with pure melted cheese. It's sooooooooooo.............haaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You Broke My Sexy Radar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-1674719383415273403?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1674719383415273403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=1674719383415273403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1674719383415273403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/1674719383415273403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-things.html' title='All the things.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-699177990042342240</id><published>2008-12-06T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:55:56.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the dramas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canadianreggaeworld.com/logo_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 163px;" src="http://www.canadianreggaeworld.com/logo_facebook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHHHH. Facebook! The holy grail of the new generation. The source of all the dramas. The reason why everyone is so fat nowadays. The site that turn girls into hard cold bitches. You'll be suprise how silly things can turn into a big deal in the facebook world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So there's this girl. She made almost all of her friends from social sites. She goes around telling her bitches, 'oh, i don't like people adding me randomly on facebook'. Translation in facebook slang: there's so many people adding me up, i must be really hot. Well, i don't mind that, almost everyone on facebook is annoyed with these people who add  people  they don't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the thing is, this particular girl, actually added half of the people in my friend list. Including my friend's girlfriend, whom i never met. Of course, she doesn't know them. And when my guy friends added her, she'll approve it, and when random girls added her, she won't approve her. But it's okay, i understand. She's just in need of some friends, aren't you lil kid? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's this other person. She's just soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo into facebook, that she wouldn't move for the whole damn day, i'm serious. I wouldn't mind that, if you're like around my age or something, but you're old, and you have some other things to! I bet she fcuked half of the guys on her friend list. She's sooo into the 'cool people' that she goes around telling their stories, just so other people knows that she knows them. AN-NOY-YING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really a drama, but Amanda added her video clips like even before SPM, i think. And i just saw it half way yesterday. My internet connection is really sucky now. One is Selamilah Cinta with Samuel Rizal (OMFG!) in it, the other one is I'm Free with Ajai (???) in it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again, not that much of a drama, but my LOVEEEEEEEEE, Beal, did this one amazing facebook account under my late grampa's name. And there's sooooo many old pictures! And it somehow brings all the family members on facebook together. (Trust me, almost everyone in my family have facebook.) My grampa's name is Sheikh Ahmad bin Sheikh Salleh. He's arab! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_48911_3686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 474px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_48911_3686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my gramma. I've never seen her though, she died when my mum was 16. I call her JIDAAAHH!!!!!!!! :D that's gramma in arab. Her name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hajah Hamisah&lt;/span&gt;, she's from the Java. She's cute don't ya think so? Very round, in a cute way :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50267_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 489px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50267_1027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my JIDI. His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheikh Ahmad bin Sheikh Salleh. &lt;/span&gt;He looks a lil too fierce don't ya think? :D I've never met him too, but i sooooooo want to! He knows the White Rajahs, you know The Brookes, personally!! He's a man of P.O.W.E.R! :P haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50238_6298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 524px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50238_6298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheikh Salleh Bin Sheikh Badar.&lt;/span&gt; He's my Jidi's Dad. Obviously, I've never met him, and I don't know what i call him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_49205_7031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 296px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_49205_7031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my uncle. His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salim Sheikh Ahmad.&lt;/span&gt; But i call him Elvis, Elvis Presley. He's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v472/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50655_4326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 548px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v472/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50655_4326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are my cousins, acting gangstaaaaaaaaaaaa! three of my siblings are in it. You wouldn't know them, coz they don't look like me. I am not in this group, this is wayyyyyyy before my generation. The one in that red jacket in the middle is my bro, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ronnie.&lt;/span&gt; The one on his right, with the red robe, is my sis,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hilda.&lt;/span&gt; That girl sitting down is my other sis, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fara Lucia @ Lorna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50151_9117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 314px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50151_9117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hese are my other cousins, i just loveeeeeee this picture! It's so i don't know, so.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VINTAGE!&lt;/span&gt; :) (trust me, i have a lot more cousins.) From Left: Naimah Said, Maryam Mansor, and Farida Talib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50258_8608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v378/54/8/1610714019/n1610714019_50258_8608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes baby! That's one sweet sweet classic jaguar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MI FAMILIAAAAAA! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I Want You Tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-699177990042342240?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/699177990042342240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=699177990042342240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/699177990042342240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/699177990042342240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-dramas.html' title='All the dramas.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-2210228860284337251</id><published>2008-11-24T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:50:54.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biomess.</title><content type='html'>again, i shouldn't be blogging, but it's been a very very loooooooooooooooooong and difficult day for me. the worst thing that could possibly be happening to a student actually happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying Physics for the past few days because i'm just too damn very sure that i'll be having Physics today. So this morning, everything started off just fine. drag my feet to the toilet, bla bla bla. I was sooooo ready to get Physics over with it, and when i get to school everyone's holding up their biology book, which is kinda odd when you're gonna have Physics instead of biology on that day. And when i asked why is everyone reading biology, okay, here's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin : " You don't actually think that we're having Physics today right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS. I'm screwed. I didn't study Biology at ALL. and this is SPM we're talking about! Of all exams!!!!!!!! This determines wether i'll get into UM or not!!!!!!!!!!!! and i'll be taking medicine, which kinda of impossible to get into if you just DIDN'T STUDY FOR THE FREAKING BIOLOGY TEST AT ALL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went crazy for a lil while, i couldn't even think and focus my brain to the subject. 5 seconds after i found out about it, tears started coming out, which was really spontanious, really. (you should know that i'm not the kind who cry for silly things.) so anyway, called my mum, of course she started yelling, called my sister, and she started yelling, not as much as my mum did though. didn't call my dad, not that he can do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 7.40am, and the exam starts at 8am. So, the two guys i've been calling idiots, Khairin and Faiz helped me a GREAT DEAL. I cramped two years of sudying into my hugeeeeee brain in less than 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 was okay, although i actually put the cause of Ricket is the lack of vitamin B when it was supposed to be vitamin D. and also, the reason they put 'buah ciku' in the rice thingy is to soften the fruit and i actually put to trap ethylene.  that's just two of my mistakes. i bet i made for mistakes but you know what? whatever, i did my best, and if there's a single person who gets lower than me in malaysia, that person should be the laughing stock for the idiots because if i'm dumb, then, what are they? how can you possibly get lower than somebody who didn't study at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 essay was THE BOMB. it was eassssssyyyyyyyyyyy. Subjective part was a bit tricky though. and i put heterozygous alleles as BB. this are the silly mistakes you can make when you DIDN'T LOOK AT THE TIMETABLE CORRECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 3 was.......unexpected. all the ramalan soalan, or soalan bocor or wtv, NONE of it came out. The stupid quadrat sampling thing came out, but it was okay. At least i get it. The second one was crazy. it was tricky and, mine is almost half wrong, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it's feels like when you always dream of getting 10a's and know that you blew your chances JUST BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T READ THE TIMETABLE PROPERLY?????!!! yeah, it feels like constipated shit in your mouth and you just can't get it out, so you have to swallow it. can imagine? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there's a lot of typos and the font is boring but wtv. i'm not gonna edit it. i have physics to read people! I HAVE to get an A in physics if i blew my biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here! The 5 Dickies picture that was supposed to be in the school mag til they said no because of the wine bottle. but what the heck? it's so lameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We're 17!!! Oh yeah, we wasn't supposed to know what wine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SSqiEMxyybI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EY0RupVs42w/s1600-h/Draft+225+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SSqiEMxyybI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EY0RupVs42w/s400/Draft+225+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272204506823838130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't make it bigger, so squint your eyes or download it or do wtv. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it from mr zach's blog. i think it's zacharywongkl.blogspot.com. or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just toooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"however hard you try, she can never be me boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-2210228860284337251?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2210228860284337251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=2210228860284337251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2210228860284337251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/2210228860284337251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/biomess.html' title='Biomess.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SSqiEMxyybI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EY0RupVs42w/s72-c/Draft+225+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4517698362643377462</id><published>2008-11-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:19:15.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Mavin Gavin Bavin Tavin Lavin Pavin Ravin</title><content type='html'>This blog is posted especially for my AWESOME friend, KEVIN. You know what Kevin, I didn't forget you when I was doing that awesome blog post about The Dickies. You're just such a cool friend that i think you deserves a cool spot on my blog, not with those lame people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin, I'm SSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO gonna miss our conversations when we sit beside each other in class (this may sounds like i'm in love with you, but trust me, i'm not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you mimic Mr Yow, and your confusing explanation about Physics theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you insult me along with those idiots (Khairin and Faiz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you drive like a madman on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our promise of having our own automobile company, mine Electron and yours Neutron, and both of us are gonna compete with Proton. But, unfortunately, i'm gonna take medicine instead. But it's okay, look at the bright side, you can always give an old friend a free kick ass car :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now kevin? You're special, in the way you always tell me i'm special, just like everyone else. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling me dumb and bimbo, because if you didn't, I wouldn't realise that i'm not. So in a way, you helped me discover myself, Kevin, oh Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-4517698362643377462?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4517698362643377462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4517698362643377462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4517698362643377462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4517698362643377462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/kevin-mavin-gavin-bavin-tavin-lavin.html' title='Kevin Mavin Gavin Bavin Tavin Lavin Pavin Ravin'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-5261971128317036703</id><published>2008-11-23T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:47:42.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm &lt;33ing it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know i shouldn'y be blogging now, when in about 12 hours time, i'll be sitting for my Physics exam, but i can't help it! :P so i'll try to make this as short as i possibly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.So, Khairin told me his love towards Nick Jonas has grown stronger after he read my previous blog. And he thanked me for that post. See how gay that guy is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.My sister's working in La Senza now, and today's her first day. :) Can't wait to start working myself and get my own hard earned caaasssshhhhhhhhhhhhh &lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Eain can't phrase what i meant in my previous blog any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think that some girls should just chill out with the whole love thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    COME ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    You guys are like, i duno  13, 14, 15, 16, 17 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    UR NOT GONA GET MARRIED AT THIS AGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    so chill the fuck out weiiiiii..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Being obsessed to death isnt a good sight to others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Pretty creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    No i am not jealous because people are happy or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    But i am really annoyed.seriously,CHILL OUT."       EAINSANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. My stress continues after SPM with driving classes in the plan. Like, Dammit! I know how to bloody drive, so leave me aloneeeeeeeeeeee! I won't kill no old lady trying to cross the road, no i won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. PROMMMMMMMMMM! We had to pay RM 180 per person to watch Prom The Musical. I swear to god, they better be good. Stupid Amanda should just accept their offer to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found my dressssssssss! Haven't got it though, i still wanna browse around. Not gonna tell you what colour it is, or where i'm gonna get it, cos i don't wanna show up with the same dress as you have. But it's a nice dresssssssssssssssssssssssssss! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. I'm addicted to I Hate This Part by The Pussycat Dolls. I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. I shall use this blog to let go of the anger inside of  me towards anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Nicole is the only PUSSYcat Dolls. The others are just puppets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. I don't know what else to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. I don't wanna touch that book no moreeeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. fine, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Your Boyfriend Isn't The Only Boy I Would Mate With"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-5261971128317036703?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5261971128317036703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=5261971128317036703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5261971128317036703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/5261971128317036703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-33ing-it.html' title='I&apos;m &lt;33ing it.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-7514519030289218044</id><published>2008-11-21T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:03:24.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOTCY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, i changed my blog to naughtydotcy.blogspot.com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that couples who are permanently stuck to each other is almost very gross. like, get married already, and have gazillion kids. I mean, we all know you're in love, so stop doing stuff you shouldn't be doing in public. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well well well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just finished watching the movie Phat Girlz, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I'M IN LOVE WITH JIMMY JEAN LOUIS!&lt;/span&gt; don't worry, i'll invite you guys to our wedding :) oh, and Totcy and Rotcy will be my bride's maid, dancing to a hindi song. :D :D haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BjbWbpdXZCY/RsY1W1nZFdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eWbC54l73RQ/s320/ScannedImage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BjbWbpdXZCY/RsY1W1nZFdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eWbC54l73RQ/s320/ScannedImage-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BjbWbpdXZCY/RsY1W1nZFeI/AAAAAAAAACE/2KAJhH5ts4Q/s320/ScannedImage-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BjbWbpdXZCY/RsY1W1nZFeI/AAAAAAAAACE/2KAJhH5ts4Q/s320/ScannedImage-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG. I don't know what's up with me and black dudes. They're just so so so so burning hot!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So anyway, let's talk education. SPM's gonna be over in 6 days' time. I'll be having Physics on Monday, Biology on Tuesday, EST on Thursday, and like they say, the rest is history!!! I'll be one free bitch!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's my list of the things i'm gonna do after all the SPM shit's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get a beautiful plant for myself, preferably the ones with big pink flowers.&lt;br /&gt;2. get a gym membership / enroll in a classical indian dance class or a pole dancing class.&lt;br /&gt;3. read all the books i haven't got a chance to read. it's stacked up like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;4. go on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;5. maybe, i'll get a temporary job. and when i get my pay, i'll buy that blackberry bold i've been eye-ing. it's time for me to be independent :P (guess what? pauziah is actually using that phone now. oh yes pauziah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;6. learn to play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;7. go out with everyone i could possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;8. blog, blog, blog.&lt;br /&gt;9. shop, shop, shop.&lt;br /&gt;10. wake up 6.30 am to jog around the housing area.&lt;br /&gt;11. facebook, facebook, facebook.&lt;br /&gt;12. learn how to cook. and make cute cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;13. learn to speak spanish by myself, using the spanish for dummies book.&lt;br /&gt;14. recite the al-quran til finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. JUST BE THE BEST PERSON I COULD EVER BE :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and here's what i will not do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep for a few days straight.&lt;br /&gt;2. not take my shower for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;3. stuff my face with food/ snacks. = not make a fat bitch outta myself.&lt;br /&gt;4. be one lazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's hope I won't be doing the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPM add maths paper 2 was crazy. I just hope there's a lot more dumber people than me, then the graph will go down down down, and maybe a miracle could happen, and i'll get an A! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So after SPM, I might be taking the foundation course in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Universiti Malaya&lt;/span&gt;, or Malayan University as khairin would put it ( he refused to admit that he is malay, let alone call it UM). Khairin's the lucky stalker bitch who would be doing the same course as i am. But of course, we all know that i'm the one who deserves to be there. Like Faiz said, only the smartest malays get into UM. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking about Khairin, i swore that i'll blog about his crazy obsessive passion for the The Jonas Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SSa8SYfBvaI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6H3jmimdH_s/s1600-h/n716699901_751956_293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SSa8SYfBvaI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6H3jmimdH_s/s320/n716699901_751956_293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271107437879999906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my friend here, his name is Khairin. He has HUGEEEEEEEEE hair. and... he's gay. He said, he just LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the Jonas Brothers. He just cannot stop thinking about them. He even cuts his hair looking like Nick Jonas. There's this one time at the cafe, he said he fantasizes about having butt sex with Nick Jonas. And he hates Selena Gomez from taking Nick away from him. oh yes, he's gay alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you go Khairin, told you i'll blog about your gayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll update more when SPM's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till then, adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'all we do is linger'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-7514519030289218044?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7514519030289218044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=7514519030289218044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7514519030289218044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/7514519030289218044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/dotcy.html' title='DOTCY.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BjbWbpdXZCY/RsY1W1nZFdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eWbC54l73RQ/s72-c/ScannedImage-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8264217551819146742</id><published>2008-10-23T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:20:21.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So i know i haven't been blogging much. That's because SPM is in another 2 weeks :D yes, 2 weeks. End of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm at this cyber cafe near my house. And it's swarming with rempits. And you know how much i hate them. urgh. And this computer screen is so damn big, the whole world can almost sing what i wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So anyway, let's start with the oh so popular Disney stars. Gone are the days when girls used to dream about hitting on Ethan Craft and being like Kate Sanders from Lizzie Mcguire. Now, it's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miley-Cyrus-and-Selina Gomez-and-Demi-Lavato-and-The-Jonas-Brothers&lt;/span&gt; generation. I personally think they're lame. Only because i really have no idea what's the big deal about Nick Jonas. So anyway, don't you guys miss this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/4/49504/48_2007/hilaryd-dot-org_lizziemovie-set2003-058.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 284px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/4/49504/48_2007/hilaryd-dot-org_lizziemovie-set2003-058.preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel sad watching all these Lizzie Mcguire thing. It used to be so hot among the 12 years old. I, for one, used to watch it the whole damn day without moving. And mind you, i watch one episode more than 10 times for sure. And the movie?! i know every line from the movie. It's every girl's dream!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://comingsoon.net/nextraimages/lizzie-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 300px;" src="http://comingsoon.net/nextraimages/lizzie-dvd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, all the 12 years old are praying to a 15 year old gal who posed naked for a magazine, and also to three faggots who don't even have any talent! Like, really now. now i know how my mum feels when she said Hilary Duff ain't got no talent and still make big bucks. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this cyber cafe is so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, in a month time, i'll be going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yes, the night of every girl's life. i don't know why it is, but it's just is. maybe because we can dress up to our hearts content and nobody would care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and who's my date? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why? because she's the love of my life &lt;3 i'm lucky enough to find my love at a very young age. some people can't go to prom with their love ones, they only go with strangers who they think loves them. well, maybe they are, maybe they don't. but anyway, i think no strangers shall ruin my night, and i think i shall go with a soulmate, not a date. so there it is, i'll be going with my love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the flyer for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SRI KDU 2008 PROM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/99/116/720306369/n720306369_1305454_3927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, they changed the venue to One World Hotel. It was supposed to be at Zouk KL, then that place on the flyer, and then One World Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this girl who sits in front of me is very annoying. She keeps on hitting the keyboard so hard. I would kill her if i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woah, she's gone! it's magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, i might be going to Cairo with Najwa and her family 2 days after spm. My dad actually let me go. But i'm thinking of going to Bali instead with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tyra and beal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we have SPM, but that's different coz our face will be glued to the books that we wouldn't even have time to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was quite sad today. I had more fun today then i ever did in that school, i don't know why. Khairin was overly fun today, Faiz was even more sarcastic than ever, Kevin brought his guitar, Kar Mun, Huia Lee, Min Yan, Joey and I just can't stop talking about prom and Alex was selling roses for the cheerleading team, and he was gayer than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to come to school tomorrow because i don't want to cry!!!! I'm not sure if i would because i think i'm emotionally strong. But just now, when my girls were singing 'Stay' by Estrella along with Kevin's amazing pick at the guitar, I feel like gallons of tears are pouring outta my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this is so so sad. i don't want to part with this people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm so gonna miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;alex with his gayness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those genius with their kick ass brain aka hui xian, kian yuan, and chloe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;khairin's lame joke which always manage to make me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiz and his level of sarcasm, and that annoying accent he have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my bimbotic girls, amanda and kar mun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;min yan, and her strong feature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;huia lee, and her boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joey, and her softness and cuteness. and oh, her money. and her always manicured nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stanley with his hot bods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ken yeang with his 'i don't give a shit' look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and chinese speaking friends, there's too many of you, you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fauziah, and the fact that i never heard her voice even though i was in the same class with her for two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stanley, and his preach, and his amazing blog, keep it up dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lam, with his rebel image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS TO DEATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and Stanley Lum promised to buy me a diamond if he gets rich one day, and if we stay in contact. If that's the case, i'll make damn sure we will Stanley :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna upload so many pictures of us, but i'm too tired. I promise i'll post the pictures of 5 Dicks 07/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v256/75/70/607659159/n607659159_503006_7592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 299px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v256/75/70/607659159/n607659159_503006_7592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;'Please Stay'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v256/75/70/607659159/n607659159_503006_7592.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8264217551819146742?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8264217551819146742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8264217551819146742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8264217551819146742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8264217551819146742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-much.html' title='memories.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4849206370123883248</id><published>2008-09-23T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:47:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>social.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, first of all, i'm so so annoyed that everybody knows everybody on facebook because i got confused easily about which group this girl or that guy belongs to, honestly. Urgh. My social life is getting hectic-er and hectic-er by days, seriously. It got more and more confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So anyway, on friday, I checked into the Legend's hotel near PWTC. Why? Because it's my shopping spree weekend! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, i bought quite a number of stuffs including 4 shoes from Guess, Lewre and Blook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Blook? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't go to school today, because i kinda woke up late. And i decided to study at home. but then, i fell asleep til 3. And yes, i didn't study until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to say, that Tot&amp;amp;Rot is the love of my life. and Najwa is just everything i need. I LOVE THEM TO DEATH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh, and next wednesday is raya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait for raya. I'll be going back to the wonderful place of Kuching, Sarawak on the 29th of Oct. And i'll be coming back to the stressful place of Kuala Lumpur on the 4th of Oct. On the 5th is my mum's birthday. And on the 6th is the first of trial 2. sweat* told you my life is hectic now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and this is the wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://stanleyliew.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-antics-in-classroom.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about the nerds in 5 Dickens posted by the amazing Mr Stanley. Well, it's not that amazing considering my ugly pictures, but heck, who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so yeah, i have nothing much to blog about anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"don't wait for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&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/899415326556275340-4849206370123883248?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4849206370123883248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4849206370123883248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4849206370123883248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4849206370123883248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/09/social.html' title='social.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-4713716251006316701</id><published>2008-09-18T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:41:16.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm just so so lazy to type now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Political update: Pak Lah swapped positions with Najib. Najib is now our financial minister, and Pak Lah is now our defence minister. There goes our economy. And our defence, well, Pak Lah better start waking up if he wants to be the security guard of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, not many people know about this, but i have anaemia. well, it's not certain yet, but it might be 99% true. My mum have anemia, and maybe it's passed down to me. I fit all the characteristics. Not most, ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anemia is a kind of symptom where the rate of diffusion of oxygen gas in the blood is very very low. The blood shape of a anaemic is kinda weird. It looks something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://medimages.healthopedia.com/large/sickle-cell-anemia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://medimages.healthopedia.com/large/sickle-cell-anemia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lefty is the normal shape of red blood cells. The righty is the anemic's red blood cell. it's sickled shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Zach said most probably anemia can lead to leukemia, which obviously is not a very good thing to hear. But i can still save myself by eating lots of eggs and chicken's liver :D He also said that i can't smoke because it will decrease the diffusion rate of oxygen in my blood. How sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Mr Zach,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM A VIRGIN AND I DON'T SMOKE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you very much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what else what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owhhh, my add maths tuition is canceled today. I hope i can start with those chemistry papers today. One month to spm, and this isn't exactly what i should be doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school till 12.30pm tomorrow, and a chemistry seminar at 2pm till 4pm. My tuition starts at 3pm, so it clashes with the chemistry seminar. This people should know that there's only so much that an SPM student can cope of. sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm planning to tear some of the cool fashion ads in the mag and put it on my bedroom wall. It's so lovely, i wanna see it everyday :) and besides, my parents might realise that i have an art-y heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The One You Trust"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuck&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/899415326556275340-4713716251006316701?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4713716251006316701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=4713716251006316701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4713716251006316701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/4713716251006316701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/09/biology.html' title='Biology.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-3676786198791987414</id><published>2008-09-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:21:45.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you hate malaysian politics, please skip everything til you see that line :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's 17th Sept. As we all know, nothing's happened yesterday. Anwar is a such a shithole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So so, let's talk politics today. I might confuse myself in the end, but i'll try not to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; That Ahmad Ismail guy who said that the chinese were 'pendatang' was suspended 3 years from umno/bn. We all know that. But what we don't know is that, he still recieved his monthly pay. That lucky bastard.  A good three years holiday for messing up our racial integrity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Anwar is a shithole. That couldn't be more obvious. Well, i do want a change in our goverment system, i really do. But not from him. He'll sell us off to the Americans for god's sake, and leave us to die like the Lebanons. And, i think that he's fighting for himself and not for the people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Najib. Well, what can we say. He is as screwed up as my grandma's dying cat. He thinks that he's smart. Well, better leave him alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Pak Lah. I want him, and him alone, to blardy run the country. It's not like he ever done anything, but it's better than the other choices we have, a gay guy, and a murderer. So, thanks, i'll just stick to that sleepy old man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shouldn't go to that ISA for this. why? Because a few nights ago, the gov said they'll let the people to speak their mind on the net. and also, because i didn't disturb the peace and the internal security act, unless they think i do. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;so so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a lot of things that happened. There's too many of them, that everything just slipped of my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;owh yeah, i love Kean Yeang's qoute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;"If everyone do plactic surgery, everyone can be pretty also"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might not understand but i was complementing a model in the mag slightly before he said that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've met a few people who's crazy for singaporean bloggers. I know there's two of them. One is called Dawn Yang and the other one, some chinese name that starts with an 'x' and it's very hard to pronounce. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think they deserve any fame for that, i mean like, they don't have any talent or wtv. but of course, they must be very attractive and exciting people to have such aura. Also, Kenny Sia. haha Kenny Sia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yesterday, nothing much had happened. Went to Gloria Jean's Midvalley at about 10pm. Went back at almost 1am. Watched this one stupid malay movie called 'Waris Jari Hantu'. It's so so lame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone knows that i would never consider working after i finished my SPM, but i changed my mind. Oh yes, i do. Because i wanna get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Blackberry Bold.&lt;/span&gt; So so convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/15111/20_2008/blackberry%20bold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/15111/20_2008/blackberry%20bold.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR a this! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sony Ericsson Xperia&lt;/span&gt;. If anyone knows the price and where to get this devil, PLEASE tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yugatech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/sony-ericsson-xperia-x1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.yugatech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/sony-ericsson-xperia-x1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is the laptop that i might be getting after my SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pulp.co.nz/images-listings/original/TEl8jT3r1QRGkO34U6BoI7MApink-lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pulp.co.nz/images-listings/original/TEl8jT3r1QRGkO34U6BoI7MApink-lizard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, that's the only picture i can get from google. try to squint your eyes. :) it has lizard skin, something like a leather cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have been very lifeless lately, so bear with me. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owh, did mention that it's cuti today? :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody! check out this lad, Justin Nozuka :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just One Night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-3676786198791987414?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3676786198791987414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=3676786198791987414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3676786198791987414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/3676786198791987414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dirty.html' title='Dirty.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-8292016882807432424</id><published>2008-09-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:59:57.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so yesterday night, after breaking fast, me and my sister went out with michelle. my mum wanted to tag along, so three of us went and fetch michelle after sending off my brother at Damansara Jaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we went to the curve to catch a movie. while waiting, me and my mum went for a drink at the apartment. our movie was supposed to start at 11.45 pm so by 11.30 pm, me and my mum was waiting in front of the cinema. we bumped into my brother-in law's sister, Khairini. cute name don't you think? ;) met up with my sister and michelle in front of the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, the movie that we watched was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jteam.com.sg/images/moneynoenough2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.jteam.com.sg/images/moneynoenough2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONEY NO ENOUGH 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i urged all the people out there to watch this movie. it's a 9/10. all four of us cried when we were watching this movie. i cried 3 times when watching this movie. the mother is a very good actress, i must say. this movie gives a big impact even long after you leave the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the movie finished at 2am, we wanted to go to hartamas to eat kuey teow, but my mum was sleepy, so we sent her back home. after that, we headed  to kota damansara. had our sahur at original kayu nasi kandar, sent michelle back to her place and we headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, a lot of people thinks i'm way too relaxed for a spm student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Know This Crush Ain't Going Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-8292016882807432424?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8292016882807432424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=8292016882807432424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8292016882807432424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/8292016882807432424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/09/crushed.html' title='Crushed.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899415326556275340.post-9159288181461272487</id><published>2008-09-12T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T06:06:24.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>virgin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my first post :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, i decided to make a public blog. it's a very big decision for me to start all over, since that crazy stalker case. but it's here now, my very own public blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know some of you doesn't really like the idea of blogging, especially those who's really close to me because you think that personal things shouldn't be made public, but i'm not here to share my personal things, just to share my thoughts with the world :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's not appropriate for me to start a new blog when everyone's strugling very hard for spm. but knowing me, i still have wayyy too much time, eventhough spm's less than two months away.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song of the month : Crush, by David Archuleta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life has turned into one of those reality show kind of thing, which is not really a good thing. everything's getting more and more confusing. but it's not so bad, think i can still handle it. spicy drama can be so fun sometimes. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i figured, if i ever have my own reality show, i'll call it &lt;strong&gt;"The Dot Show : Like You've Never Seen Before". &lt;/strong&gt;haha nayh, that was spontanious, wouldn't want my show to sound so lame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i went to shah alam today to check out some baju raya. i was wearing a short shorts, and a sleveless top. i totally forgot that it is the fasting month because i can't fast today. going to shah alam is a weird thing when 99.9% of the people there is malay, and they look at you up and down. i can even hear some of them whispering. it's my bad, and i apologise to any offended muslims. it was disrespectful, i know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after that, i went to subang parade to check out their raya sales there. bought a kebaya and sarong. and also 2 high heels (one's blood red, and the other one's neon green). i would sooo love it if i can put it up here for you guys, but it's my sister's laptop, and it'll take too long to upload and half way uploading my sister might need it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bought some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Apple &lt;/span&gt;donuts for my sister back at home. bought the box of 12. yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/boo_licious/misc4/BigAppleDonuts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/boo_licious/misc4/BigAppleDonuts2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got that from google. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just realised that i'm a reality show addict. I LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kardashian's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show, and also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimora's Life in the Fab Lane&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise Richard's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show is good too. but i honestly think that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lohan's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show is a bit lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do you think you're the only dude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899415326556275340-9159288181461272487?l=naughtydotcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/feeds/9159288181461272487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899415326556275340&amp;postID=9159288181461272487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/9159288181461272487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899415326556275340/posts/default/9159288181461272487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtydotcy.blogspot.com/2008/09/virgin.html' title='virgin.'/><author><name>shuckie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721343338062879532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPo-nPQ7xlQ/SfHkOq5oWVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LZWRsRE2_yA/S220/n1061216216_311363_4085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/boo_licious/misc4/th_BigAppleDonuts2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
