<?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-8268256542577072381</id><updated>2011-09-16T09:38:49.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to sweet beginnings &amp; bitter endings....</title><subtitle type='html'>.:~Absolutely cynical~:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4649713452475732400</id><published>2010-12-19T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:02:51.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ost of us just love freebies. We take free stuff despite the fact that we don't really need it. We bring it home, and throw it aside to collect dust. After a few years, it will become rubbish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the X'mas party I attended. I received a free mug and a Santa hat. I bought them home, and up till today I have not touched them. Strange. That night, a guy dressed in Santa Claus costume was throwing a whole bunch of Santa hats towards a delirious crowd, which I was a part of. As the Santa hats were catapulted into the air, the same notion ran through everyone's mind-- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I MUST get the Santa hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do I really need the hat? I saw some adults carrying a five of six Santa hats, while some had none. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, I was queuing up to receive a door gift. Each registered family is entitled for one door gift. Upon registration, each family will receive a red coupon as proof of registration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man behind me: Need coupon ah? No need larh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(muffled sounds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long after.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man behind me: Register my name lah, can get one more gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, hey, do you really need that much? Earth's resources are limited after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/8268256542577072381-4649713452475732400?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4649713452475732400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4649713452475732400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4649713452475732400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4649713452475732400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/typical-humans.html' title='typical humans'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7634321291230673889</id><published>2010-12-11T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:24:17.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the sea shells</title><content type='html'>1. I'm not defending nor criticizing la -las.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I do not approve la -la fashion, but that doesn't mean I have to criticize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;--Well, since they love stripes, let them be. Who are we to discriminate them? This is their preference. You can't guarantee everyone loves your sense of style anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. However, the way la- las conduct themselves is intolerable to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;---- Some people may not dress like la -las, but they act like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7634321291230673889?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7634321291230673889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7634321291230673889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7634321291230673889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7634321291230673889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-sea-shells.html' title='About the sea shells'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7467355627268885916</id><published>2010-12-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:13:34.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a knife tossed.</title><content type='html'>Dear blog, &lt;div&gt;Guess I'm only writing to you since my blogspot is as lonely as a desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I just received an (unexpected) mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, before I begin the story, I have been quite upset these few days because my holiday plans are canceled, and I'm sealed in boredom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, the absolutely cynical me is up to do something naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell the truth, everything would have been WAY BETTER  if I was off to Penang. Now, since I'm stuck here at home, I'm up to no good. I feel like picking up a sharp razor knife and stab someone. (note, not physically. I anyone gets killed, it's not my fault).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on this fine day, I received this mail which has driven my evil mind kicking alive:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(details of sender and the rest of the recipients are confidential)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As most of you may have thought, for the (censored) this (censored), we will do a post mortem of the recent (censored). While this is necessary, I hope we would not spend the entire time discussing this. One way to make most of the meeting is to punctual and come prepared to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hopefully we can spend the first half meeting for this and then for the remaining time, &lt;u&gt;it would be good we can have as many (censored) ones as possible to give short (censored) testimony on how they have experienced (censored) throughout the camp preparation&lt;/u&gt;. This would certainly encourage and build one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some parts are just too sensitive, I had to censor them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just an extract. While it may be inspiring for some, I choose not to reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can't believe I'm doing this. Evil is controlling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I experienced, oh please. I have not seen this coming, and I'm not even a bit prepared for this. I was expecting to be away. AWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want this! This is so disturbing. What did I experience? Fact is, I mentally drafted it weeks ago. However, it will be too shocking for them to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My testimony here is, there were a lot of helpers. (neutral statement) This means HR did a wonderful job (positive statement). However, this also means there are people like me who practically stoned the whole day, (negative statement) . And what I really mean is, I know I have not been involved in the preparation, but I don't really regret it (shocking). I didn't feel useful at all (very shocking) and I want to quit the service. (Super shocking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; "&gt;Two words: coordination problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;But I don't think THAT would be appropriate. Who am I to say anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7467355627268885916?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7467355627268885916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7467355627268885916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7467355627268885916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7467355627268885916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/knife-tossed.html' title='a knife tossed.'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6395101323080078448</id><published>2010-11-15T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:35:25.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutely cynical has become ALIVE. again.</title><content type='html'>i know not many people pay a visit to my pathetic, lonely blog nowadays, so today i'm going to blog something i only shared with a friend called me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;note, I'm not complaining about charity work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, first of all, I APOLOGISE for my absence during the last fellowship (when was it anyway?). Reason, I was doing community service&lt;i&gt; in Kuantan&lt;/i&gt; (in which I felt more useful). That's why I was lost, confused and left out on (not mine) YOUR big day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I experienced the so-called age gap. Look here guys, I know I'm still stuck in high school, (with all the lousy facilities,) but today marked the end point of my form four journey, and I'm another step closer to being a CAMPUS student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up, okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear 'Old people' (you know who)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are older than me. You have attained adequate experience in blah blah blah, and I do not deny your superiority in blarh blarh blarh, nor am I trying to rebel against you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I feel like you are excluding me from everything. Look, one day you will ALL grow OLD and that is the time YOUNG PEOPLE  will have to take over, even outshine you until you go blind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm young, inexperienced and lost. I'm young, just because I'm younger than you guys are. I am inexperienced, because of the years I have used to invest in my education, which I thought was my life. Now I have unwrapped myself, ever ready to absorb new things in. Did you notice that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost, because you guys treat me like I'm dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I did not receive updates as requested, or even promised. Maybe it was wrong for me to wait for someone to send me the latest updates. Remember the time I stayed back for the little meeting with four of you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, that meeting was held for the sake for something-- nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I did not go for community service in Kuantan for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, before I sign off, I admit that I am wrong for harboring such bitter feelings towards you guys since....like, when I was still an immature and irresponsible young kid? Maybe writing this post is a serious mistake too. But nobody's perfect after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rou En &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The absolutely cynical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps. i will repent for my sins. you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6395101323080078448?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6395101323080078448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6395101323080078448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6395101323080078448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6395101323080078448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/11/absolutely-cynical-has-become-alive.html' title='absolutely cynical has become ALIVE. again.'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5508305706199224667</id><published>2010-08-25T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T05:22:00.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to throw away those boring reference books aside, it's time to bask in OUR youth, something we have been deprived of since the existence of school assessments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for someone like me who loses track of time during school, I packed up my things and left when I saw everyone doing so. Completely oblivious that it was still 1.30pm, I walked towards the back gate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was only supposed to leave at 2.10, and I had no idea that I subconsciously skipped class. Than I was told that the school made an abrupt decision that students are allowed to leave at 1.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was that so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What on earth happened to me, I wonder?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-5508305706199224667?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5508305706199224667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5508305706199224667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5508305706199224667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5508305706199224667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4933031559204183589</id><published>2010-06-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:34:58.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM what do you wanna eat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBHHpnNcnsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kzot3pq3PcI/s1600/DSC09768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBHHpnNcnsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kzot3pq3PcI/s320/DSC09768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481381739200552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG6duz8EUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/83yjGasPOAA/s1600/sexyduck.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/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG6duz8EUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/83yjGasPOAA/s320/sexyduck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481367241431454018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing SEXY DUCK back tonight!!! ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i was so tired of studying,  i took random pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBHGUUyU9xI/AAAAAAAAAQA/itOBRtrT3jI/s1600/DSC00051.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/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBHGUUyU9xI/AAAAAAAAAQA/itOBRtrT3jI/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481380273966085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBHGU4fJpSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_1ktwjC8DQI/s1600/DSC00052.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/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBHGU4fJpSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_1ktwjC8DQI/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481380283549328674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whole pile of work undone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4933031559204183589?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4933031559204183589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4933031559204183589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4933031559204183589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4933031559204183589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/mom-what-do-you-wanna-eat.html' title='MOM what do you wanna eat?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBHHpnNcnsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kzot3pq3PcI/s72-c/DSC09768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5376636112132089289</id><published>2010-06-10T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:21:24.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camphor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5Zs8R-WI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DQtGEDfuT9M/s1600/SafeRedirect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5Zs8R-WI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DQtGEDfuT9M/s320/SafeRedirect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481366072698468706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? Do you see any similarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5Za3afvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/d7WAAn2z6_U/s1600/SafeRedirect4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5Za3afvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/d7WAAn2z6_U/s320/SafeRedirect4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481366067846217458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5Y9ckdzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jnKquxu14lg/s1600/SafeRedirect3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5Y9ckdzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jnKquxu14lg/s320/SafeRedirect3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481366059948996402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5YchGniI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-O8lY_TcSlc/s1600/SafeRedirect2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5YchGniI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-O8lY_TcSlc/s320/SafeRedirect2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481366051109641762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who waste their time clicking away that stupid camera button. What's so nice about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pose in front of the camera like idiots, washing their time down the drain. Problem is, I find it hard to explore that complex little nutbrain in them, trying to figure out why cam whoring is as addictive as nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources claim that they get instant gratification. But I don't. It is ANNOYING. I have nothing against people taking pictures, but if they begin clicking away that camera button for the 20th time, that's cam whoring. It's the third sin after Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't accept the painful fact that you're NOT photogenic, cam whoring isn't the last alternative you must or should resort to. For example, me. I'm not photogenic, that's why I avoid taking unnecessary pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define the term 'necessary'. Facebook is rife with stupid youngsters cam whoring in toilets. Is that necessary?  Is it necessary to have the same picture all over your photo album? Are you trying to appeal your stalkers?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you living in the delusion that people are obsessed with you?&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/8268256542577072381-5376636112132089289?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5376636112132089289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5376636112132089289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5376636112132089289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5376636112132089289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/camphor.html' title='camphor'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/TBG5Zs8R-WI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DQtGEDfuT9M/s72-c/SafeRedirect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2591201741122266236</id><published>2010-06-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:36:14.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't know how much it hurts</title><content type='html'>i live in misery.&lt;br /&gt;today i was so tired, sick of the arrogant attitude of ugly Malaysians, sick of their ignorance about the importance of punctuality. my productivity time was greatly consumed by selfish individuals whose lives reigned by hedonism-- their insatiable thirst for worldly enjoyment drove me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if money grew in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of a severe emotional breakdown, and i certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; breakdown. My heart was burning. I traveled back to the past, back when I was an insecure, shallow and sensitive young lady, searching for attention, appreciation and respect. I was foolish. I did stupid things. Unassuagable guilt compelled me to repent, and I changed. But they brought it back. They ruined everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember- but my mind could not, (or perhaps, a more appropriate word,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; should not&lt;/span&gt;) conjure any nostalgic memories. Did i step out, did I endeavor to fit myself in their social circle? Was there an empty slot which could fit my volatile temperament?  Was it a thick sense of obligation monitoring the relationship?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts everytime i think about it. The feeling is bitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in ignorance- I don't want to know how they are, where they are or if they ever existed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do they sense the hostility? Do they sense the gap between?  Time has made it deeper and wider, and this is the fact I am trying to ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8268256542577072381-2591201741122266236?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2591201741122266236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2591201741122266236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2591201741122266236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2591201741122266236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-know-how-much-it-hurts.html' title='you don&apos;t know how much it hurts'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8707221628016482306</id><published>2010-04-03T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:01:17.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tear me into pieces, so that i can roam in more places.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATAHARIANS: WHAT HAPPENED TO US?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Matahari of 2008&lt;br /&gt;3 Matahari of 2009&lt;br /&gt;4 MATAHARI of 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed recently---ALL of us are busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are busy, some are extremely busy, some are losing their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot are not in class. It's always like that. I see empty chairs, despite there were bags on it.&lt;br /&gt;All of us are so busy, running up and down the whole school. Ko-ko, this that and many excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in form two, it wasn't like that. All of us were in class. Very little walking in and  out. When one person cried, so many people cried together. When one person cracked a joke, everybody laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all this prefect stuff barged in. So many Mataharians started to be involved in school politics. Half of the class just wiped out bafore and after recess. Then there's pengawas nilam. Pengawas koperasi. 3 quarters of the class were involved in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are worse--- KRS, this club that club, this sport that sport, even I myself am busy with Koko. Jokes are seldom shared&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; together&lt;/span&gt;-- as in together, everyone in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? A teacher once commented that our class was power crazy. It's like without Matahari, the whole school will malfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the fate of Mataharians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8707221628016482306?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8707221628016482306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8707221628016482306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8707221628016482306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8707221628016482306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/04/tear-me-into-pieces-so-that-i-can-roam.html' title='tear me into pieces, so that i can roam in more places.'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2622653884559467633</id><published>2010-03-11T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:27:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5 MINUTES BEFORE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt; EXAM STARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TEACHER: three students are missing. where are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENTS IN CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;Due to excessive consumption of H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;they are now excreting CH&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt;N&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O (urea), which has a molar mass of 60.06 g mol&lt;sup&gt;−1. &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5 MINUTES BEFORE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/span&gt; EXAM STARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TEACHER: three students are missing. where are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENTS IN CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Cellular metabolism generates numerous waste compounds, many rich in nitrogen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that require elimination from the bloodstream, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;their kidneys have to &lt;/span&gt;extract the soluble wastes from the bloodstream, as well as excess water, sugars, and a variety of other compounds and store the waste products in the urinary bladder. As their urinary bladder is too full,  they need to excrete urine through the urethra by urination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5 MINUTES BEFORE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/span&gt; EXAM STARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  TEACHER: three students are missing. where are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENTS IN CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;The distance form the toilet to the class is 20 meters, if they travel to the tolilet and back to class again, their displacement will be zero. If the time taken for them to reach the toilet from the classroom is 5 seconds,  their velocity  is 4 m per s. If they sprint all the way from the toilet back to class, you'll see the beauty of possessing agility and youth. If they unfortunately bang into the headmaster, you'll see the beauty of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5 MINUTES BEFORE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MORAL&lt;/span&gt; EXAM STARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   TEACHER: three students are missing. where are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENTS IN CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tidak dapat sabar dan mengawal diri kerana terlalu banyak air kencing. Oleh itu, mereka tidak mengamalkan nilai toleransi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2622653884559467633?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2622653884559467633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2622653884559467633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2622653884559467633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2622653884559467633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/03/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3455504024067128105</id><published>2010-02-15T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:01:07.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A QUESTION I DON'T WANT TO HEAR AGAIN. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;first she asked where did i stay, where were my parents. i answered my parents were not with me. then she asked me another question. her tone was casual, but boy, it &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;offensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you have a gluttonous holiday, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; turn to tell my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year holidays are hectic. well, hectic only for those rushing back to their hometowns. Me? i prefer to stay in KL, where everything is so quiet and serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Blue Wave hotel in Shah Alam had been busy the last three days, as the CNY conference was held there. I arrived The Grand Blue Wave on Monday (after a tiring 30 minute flight in the morning) with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending the CNY conference is something you can't screw, and it's not a place you can flaunt your LV handbag. I had been avoiding my old acquaintances, looking at the other direction as I felt their eyes were on me. Skipping all those cliched hello-how-do-you-do conversations wasn't hard. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was not &lt;/span&gt;anticipating a reunion, which will probably lead to heart wrenching goodbyes and "aw, i'm gonna miss you" hugs. Disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday (was it?) a woman who sat next to me during the conference asked me a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"are you married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was horrified, mortified but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not glorified&lt;/span&gt;. you i*oit, can't you tell that i'm still schooling! how degrading! people say that i look physically older than my biological age, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a civilised person, i had to maintain my dignity. I answered "no" politely, but i was fuming inside. I'm not going to bring my sister out shopping again, in case anyone asks me if i were her mother. If it happens, I'll break down and the whole KL will be flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children are a pain. they always are. those rebellious brats can't keep still and yet some still adore them. I had to serve the children that night, surprisingly not that chaotic, but i was like a phantom haunting the room, as i had no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was still pissed of the oh-i-think-you-are-married-but-i-don't-see-a-ring-on-your-finger-don't-tell-me-you-accidentally-threw-it-in-the-incinerator event, this girl (not a child)  came up to me and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"do you know english?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARCASTIC ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt; 是, 我 不 会 英 文,   但 是 我 从 小  接  受 英 文 教 育, PMR   与 UPSR 时 还 在 英 文 科 里 拿 到 A&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i don't know english, but i was English educated since young, and i scored an A in English in UPSR and PMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i was thirsting for abasement that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------take a deep breath-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes". I didn't yell my sarcastic answer at her, but i was tempted to. she better not try to talk to me the next time i'm in a bad mood. I'll ask her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"hey, you know how to talk, WOW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-3455504024067128105?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3455504024067128105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3455504024067128105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3455504024067128105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3455504024067128105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/02/hols.html' title='hols'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7151034709572354209</id><published>2010-01-30T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:29:55.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey bu4ians, holidays are way over and assignments are calling out for us! i know, i know, it's so hard to fall asleep when anxiety grips your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;why i can't sleep? here's why&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one. i have a math question in my head . yesterday i can't sleep because there're this math question i can't solve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 mataharians, you guys should know which question. the question about some cyber club going on a trip. i find the question very confusing (page 39, form 4 mod math text book, the 9th question)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found the answer, but i'm not sure whether my method is correct. the method i used is quite similar to the 6th question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you don't get me, i used a bit of the concept of function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two. my neighbor's dogs. my brother actually thought there were cats and dogs. but not, there are only dogs. why can't my neighbor's dog tolerate with its own species? stupid dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell you, the dogs are crazy. there're even worse the little brats. they fight every day. wonder why the dogs have not fought to death yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three. guilt. (okay i confess) i skipped the church meeting today cause i was lazy, plus the youths from klang valley will be there, and it'll be quite big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have not be attending saturday youth meetings lately. can't blame my cousins for deciding to have their wedding days on saturday nights. sigh. this is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you just WISH for the CNY hols to come? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7151034709572354209?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7151034709572354209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7151034709572354209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7151034709572354209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7151034709572354209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/01/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4924567812541760793</id><published>2010-01-16T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:35:23.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buzz</title><content type='html'>In cousin's house now. I overslept last night, leaving tons of assignments undone. all thanks to my cousin's wedding--- let me see-- which cousin? i don't know. What a huge failure i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR, I WILL BY ALL MEANS HELP &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GREEN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/span&gt; the second place .&lt;br /&gt;I will sacrifice my sleep if i have to. dedication, people! we have to get the juniors into action!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides bearing sleep deprivation, i'm ready to bid my ipod goodbye. GOODBYE PUSHING DAISIES AND BEYONCE! My brain cells will have to go through another torment-- let's see how much brain juice i can squeeze out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the new found charity club this year-- geez, it's so difficut setting up a club, and i'm going through ups and downs lately. the only option left is the proposal. is there anyone out there willing to share some ideas with me? i wonder, what's an ideal club supposed to be like? what type of activities appeal to the youngsters today? i need your opinions. feel free to critisize or comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4924567812541760793?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4924567812541760793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4924567812541760793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4924567812541760793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4924567812541760793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2010/01/buzz.html' title='buzz'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8069167655461044859</id><published>2009-12-31T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:01:25.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PI-ANG. whoopeedo. who did it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2009 is almost over.... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and let me see, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW MANY new year resolutions i broke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's revise my 2009 new year resolutions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt; fall in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; in love with wu chun, but i'm over him now. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x66.xanga.com/aa6c712566535178744770/z136408990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 194px;" src="http://x66.xanga.com/aa6c712566535178744770/z136408990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Stop shaking legs while eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;at least i saved this. they say that only perverted people do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-size: 130%;"&gt;3. Microsoft is slow... Streamyx is slow... yeah so DON'T BANG THE INNOCENT KEYBOARD even though the computer hangs or...or ....(jeez) God-knows-what-will happen.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;my hands are merciful. keyboard, you have had a lovely year. but i can't guarantee you another lovely year since you have been pms-ing lately .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;4. Stop playing clubpenguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i have already grown up, and i'm sick of bullying penguins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-size: 130%;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try&lt;/span&gt; to like cats&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;still scared of them. but i didn't kick the canteen cat. i was, and am still nice to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Last one....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My darling rabbit, Gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my rabbit knows it's own name-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gillian 'Gilliande' Francis Light Obama-Bush Danney Humphrey Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You may think it is not necessary because it's an old rabbit, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;hey, you don't wanna die without knowing what's your name, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;broke this resolution, my rabbit does not give a fur about it's own name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8069167655461044859?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8069167655461044859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8069167655461044859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8069167655461044859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8069167655461044859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/pi-ang-whoopeedo-who-did-it.html' title='PI-ANG. whoopeedo. who did it?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2041396247455891741</id><published>2009-12-31T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:48:06.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP! breaths for sale, anyone?</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that the video of the exhibition meeting ( 结 训 展 览) is on facebook!!!!! whoo hhoooo! finally someone uploaded it!!!&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1473842987#/video/video.php?v=1292664442527&amp;amp;oid=375735700721"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to hear us sing---- don't laugh. it takes weeks to practice it and i had to stand for one hour plus non stop. i can't say that we make a good choir team, but at least everyone exercised their spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2041396247455891741?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2041396247455891741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2041396247455891741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2041396247455891741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2041396247455891741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop-breaths-for-sale-anyone.html' title='POP! breaths for sale, anyone?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8683312097586166869</id><published>2009-12-22T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:14:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLY</title><content type='html'>oh, i forgot to tell you all, I'm leaving for China for a week. I won't be collecting my PMR results with you all----- but have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 我 很 相 念 训 练 的 生 活,  还 有 姊 妹 们.....  我 很 矛 盾 哩.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8683312097586166869?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8683312097586166869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8683312097586166869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8683312097586166869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8683312097586166869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/fly.html' title='FLY'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7770415220122013958</id><published>2009-12-21T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:11:47.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a (no more) jailbird that (does not) miss her key</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FACEBOOK------ in chinese-----  非 死 不 可 ? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;难 怪 他 们 说 面 书 会 漏 掉  生 命...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people!&lt;br /&gt;if you were wondering where i was in the past month, read on&lt;br /&gt;I was in Miri, Sarawak attending the one month church training, and i dare say that i enjoyed the training a lot despite  all the super super strict training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually proud to announce that for FOUR WEEKS, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i did not even touch any computers or handphones. I did not even watch a minute's television. &lt;/span&gt;I was completely separated from the outside world--- I had no idea what was going on in this world as I was not allowed to read the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the one month training was no joke--- there were strict and rigid rules, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)no loose talk.  (他 们 所 谓 的 闲 话) LOOSE TALK--- ranges from your favorite celebrities to your pet dog at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) fold your own blankets--- the notorious TOFU STYLE! Do you know how  the blanket was supposed to look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://earth911.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/single-brick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://earth911.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/single-brick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there! this looks more like one. i know, i know, it's a brick. the TOFU BLANKET &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a brick. well, a soft one. the edges &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;MUST BE 90 degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and the surface of the blanket must be even smoother the a baby's skin. this is the famous   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;豆 腐 被&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) everyone was assigned to do public cleaning--- and we had to make sure the place was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY CLEAN&lt;/span&gt;--i mean it-- not even a speck of dust must be seen. I ended up crawling on the floor, cleaning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;tile by tile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in 20 MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) there was once when i forgot to check my luggage (which i put on the floor)--- I lost some marks just because it was tilted 4 degrees.   他 们 嫌 我 行 李 厢 歪.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i still feel happy because throughout the whole month,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i washed my own clothes, ironed my own shirt, made my own bed and washed my own dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. now, no one can call me  大 小 姐!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some stuff i did there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; exams  考 试&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to memorize the outlines of the messages in a few days.i failed in the first exam, and they made me take the exam again. I passed, and i did really well in the 2nd exam, so they gave me 15 dollars to spend in  the gospel book room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sundays are my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that's because sunday is the day i can go out. plus, there's love feast on sunday nights!!!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, people in miri &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN COOK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I LOVE THEIR FOOD IT'S SO SO SO NICE I FEEL LIKE EATING IT NOW OH MY GOODNESS. &lt;/span&gt;the food they prepared is even better than a five star hotel buffet-- i was piling my plate with the sumptuous food there and gained extra calories.&lt;br /&gt;who cares? the bedrooms are at the fourth floor-- i had to climb four flights of stairs four to five times daily. i love the church members in Miri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 美 里 的 圣 徒,  我 爱 你 们!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. i sang my lungs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day of training we had to sing 3 songs, and all of the trainees had to stand for 1 and a half hour non stop during the rehearsals. On the last day, i went to this very nice and big meeting hall for the exhibition meeting. after that i went to this brother's house for lunch--- his house-okay not house, mansion was beside the sea, and it has like, five floors, a swimming pool and most of all, the cool sea breeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. laugh... sometimes&lt;br /&gt;有 一 次 姊 妹 们 在 洗 衣 服,  弟 兄 们  在 房 间 里 练 习 唱 结 训 的 歌,  他 们 唱 走 音 了, ( 走 音 到 蛮 离 谱)   我 听 了 觉 得 很 好 笑.  姊 妹 们 就 大 声 地 呼 喊 主 名,  盖 过 他 们 的 歌 声.  不 晓 得 弟 兄 们 知 道 不 知 道,  但 有 位 弟 兄 大 声 说:  主 啊,  赦 免 他 们,  因 为 他 们 不 知 道 他 们 在 做 什 么.  那 晚 笑 到 我 要  死.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion..... i enjoyed the training, and i look forward to attend the 3 months training 2 years later. Praise the Lord!  I do not need a priest or pastor to confess my sins. I do not need to kneel in front of any cross to pray. There is no need for popes and nuns. The bible is open to everyone, not only popes.  The church has fallen, and we have to recover our first love to the Lord. He is coming back soon, and we have to be the anti testimony of this evil age. I realise, that i need to give myself for the lord's move. I hope i have a chance to take part in the gospel work, as i have a busy schedule ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed, that's all i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7770415220122013958?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7770415220122013958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7770415220122013958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7770415220122013958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7770415220122013958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-more-jailbird-that-does-not-miss-her.html' title='a (no more) jailbird that (does not) miss her key'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4766381593753910699</id><published>2009-11-21T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:39:22.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look up the sky-- what do you see? you see a beautiful rainbow, i see dark clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I WILL BE GONE FOR GOOD.&lt;/span&gt; you won't see me for a long, long time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you think i'm transferring to another school?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving. heard that? i'm leaving. no, i'm not going on vacation. i'm leaving&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, without my family-- to a place where no one knows or understands me. Don't freak, i wont be away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for long&lt;/span&gt;. i don't have the heart to leave&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything &lt;/span&gt;behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be leaving---- my mom bought the plane ticket months ago. boy, this is going to be a lonely flight. a flight i dread for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be leaving--- perhaps, to have a little taste of boarding school--perhaps to realise the reason of my existence? this is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing i learnt how to complete some basic house chores. i have to be independent. this is just another small, tiny step of my life. this would be nothing compared to ns, something i have feared and dreaded all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sacrifice my holidays, entertainments and so on for this. sigh. this is saaaaaaaaaaad. No more playing for me. Bye people, have fun while i'm GONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4766381593753910699?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4766381593753910699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4766381593753910699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4766381593753910699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4766381593753910699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-up-sky-what-do-you-see-you-see.html' title='look up the sky-- what do you see? you see a beautiful rainbow, i see dark clouds'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6226033399230240736</id><published>2009-11-18T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:15:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is 2012 the end?</title><content type='html'>i'm very annoyed by the fact that the world is going to die in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;just because of the Mayan calender? Come on!!! you think those Mayans can keep on writing their calender forever? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether they like it or not, they HAVE to stop writing their calender on a date...(look at the bright side---they ran out of ink or whatever.) Besides, we humans have no right to decide when the world will end. We have caused so much pollution, forgetting the fact that our fate lies in Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the world is going to end one day (as prophesied in the bible) but this matter is in God's hands. This is the reason why i don't want to watch 2012. I'm annoyed with the director, whoever he or she is. About water here and there and everything. In the bible, God faithfully promised Noah that He'll not send another flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Genesis 9:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And I establish My covenant with you, that never again will all flesh be cut off by the waters of flood, and never again will there be a flood to destroy the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6226033399230240736?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6226033399230240736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6226033399230240736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6226033399230240736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6226033399230240736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-2012-end.html' title='is 2012 the end?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7445713599686198970</id><published>2009-11-17T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:11:37.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I passed by my neighbor's house yesterday and I saw this huge mouse trap. Finally, they stopped blaming the baby on the missing food. Today, i see something in the mouse trap. (hurray! ) To my surprise, the thing inside isn't  a mouse. It is a CAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;there's something wrong with microsoft. Pity that Bill Gates is a high school drop out. If he finished schooling, i bet he could have created Windows Vista (that does not hang) right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I saw them making out. don't get me wrong, I wasn't the peeping tom. They were at the front gate! The male was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;on top of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; the female. They were........they were....ordinary house flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; i wanted to post a love story i read in a book on my blog, but it disappeared, leaving me so frustrated. I can't say that it's a modern version of Romeo and Juliet, but if Juliet leaves Romeo for Paris, then I can say that it's more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my mom was using the Macbook to surf the net and she thought she was using Internet explorer running on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Windows Vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear diary, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i feel so sad because humans are contributing to GLOBAL WARMING every SECOND. Don't deny- don't deny!!! You're exhaling carbon dioxide now! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear diary, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;my ipod officially died today. I can still remember a few years ago when it experienced menopause-- well, "menopause"-- means that when it starts to PMS &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;not exactly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;PMS, but i call it so because of it's brittle temper)&lt;/span&gt; and everything. can't blame it though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;It's stopped working, and i knew that it's time is up. Rest In Peace, my ipod. Farewell! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(though i'm uncertain whether there's such thing as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ipod Heaven&lt;/span&gt;, but as long as you don't go to hell, i'm okay with it. Wherever you're going, good luck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8268256542577072381-7445713599686198970?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7445713599686198970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7445713599686198970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7445713599686198970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7445713599686198970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-diary.html' title='dear diary'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6060903047185611275</id><published>2009-11-08T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:40:35.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/Sva5sWs8yCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/njb9ywIF-VE/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/Sva5sWs8yCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/njb9ywIF-VE/s400/one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401708974736984098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now we all know why edward cullen fell for bella swan---BELLA USES CHANEL. THE IRRESISTIBLE CHANEL PERFUME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always knew, someone like bella needs some dirty tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE GIRLS &lt;/span&gt;in the school uses chanel? oh, that would be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; so saaaaaad&lt;/span&gt; for edward cullen. He'll crack, Jasper will scream, Rosalie will be cursing around, Emmett will be trashing the BMW,  and Alice will be running around like a mad cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be even more sad for isabella marie swan. seems like she has got loads for competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay, i've said too much. i can smell your hatred. after all, it's just another parody of twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm still waiting for more replies regarding my previous post. no replies? i'm going alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6060903047185611275?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6060903047185611275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6060903047185611275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6060903047185611275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6060903047185611275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/11/chanel.html' title='chanel'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/Sva5sWs8yCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/njb9ywIF-VE/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8979760460540057759</id><published>2009-11-08T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:00:42.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna test your stamina?</title><content type='html'>to the one reading this now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that many are interested in parkour and stuff like that to test your agility and stamina after PmR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new? i have heard of this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;skytrex-adventure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing, and it's a place in Taman Pertanian, Shah Alam where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can have fun- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"the parkour fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. according to the website, there're many "challenges"--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like flying on the “Sky-crawl“&lt;/span&gt;. there's an activity that&lt;span class="style2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will take the participants from tree to tree via series of aerial obstacles suspended at 3 meters to 22 meters in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and more stuff like that which kicks your adrenaline active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXHILARATING&lt;/span&gt;, i would say. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't tell me this sounds like another game for kiddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those challenges there are designed to push yourself to the limit, and if you're not fit enough, you're going home with a muscle strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;. you'll be hearing your muscles screaming. but that's what we like, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTED? IF you are, tell me, cause i would like to organize a trip there.&lt;br /&gt; click &lt;a href="http://www.skytrex-adventure.com/challenges.php"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way,&lt;br /&gt;there's few types of challenges, the first one is a mild one for kids. i propose we take the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="highlight"&gt;Big Thrill--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="style2"&gt;This circuit consists of 23 thrilling challenges with various level of difficulty raging from&lt;br /&gt;“easy“ to “very difficult“. With some of the platforms reaching the height of 17 meters, feel the adrenaline while crossing the “Crazy Zig-Zag“ and flying on the “Sky-crawl“ at the Bermuda Triangle. Hold your breath while crossing “The Earthquake“, test your ability to leap at the “Happy Hopper“ and end the adventure with the grand finale, the 100 meters “Wild Revenge“ which will take you to the finishing platform at an exhilarating speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to complete: &lt;/strong&gt;1.5 hours to 2 hours&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimum height requirement: &lt;/strong&gt;1.4 m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Maximum weight: &lt;/strong&gt; 100 kg &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that this challenge is too mild for you, we can take the &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Extreme Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8268256542577072381-8979760460540057759?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8979760460540057759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8979760460540057759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8979760460540057759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8979760460540057759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/11/wanna-test-your-stamina.html' title='wanna test your stamina?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6872239280053303768</id><published>2009-10-30T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:28:24.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...........................beeeep</title><content type='html'>laugh at me if you want, but i fell in love with........&lt;br /&gt;with...............&lt;br /&gt;with.....................&lt;br /&gt;an old song.&lt;br /&gt;a very song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;title is&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 情人的眼淚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   (演唱：姚蘇蓉)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么要对你掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;你难道不明白为了爱&lt;br /&gt;只有那有情人眼泪最珍贵&lt;br /&gt;一颗颗眼泪都是爱 都是爱&lt;br /&gt;要不是有情郎跟我要分开&lt;br /&gt;我眼泪不会掉下来 掉下来&lt;br /&gt;好春才来&lt;br /&gt;春花正开&lt;br /&gt;你怎舍得说再会&lt;br /&gt;我在深闺望穿秋水&lt;br /&gt;你不要忘了我情深深如海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously recommend you to listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tlU1TS_nTE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tlU1TS_nTE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense, but songs nowadays are shit. yes, shit.&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed by songs that don't mean a thing. HOw do you write a song's lyrics in this new era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by crapping. yes, the tunes may be catchy, but a few years later, you'll find nothing from it. modern singers don't even know half of the things they're singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don't even know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; how&lt;/span&gt; to sing. i have listened to so many songs where the singers are just mumbling out the lyrics. practically inaudible.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES IF THEY HAVE A GOOD PRODUCER?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6872239280053303768?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6872239280053303768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6872239280053303768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6872239280053303768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6872239280053303768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/beeeep.html' title='...........................beeeep'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7295190504828220975</id><published>2009-10-16T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:58:45.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell, science form 1,2 and 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TIME PASSES SO FAST, it seems like we were  sitting in the classroom, listening to Pn. Aminah babbling about science YESTERDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TODAY,  I had an intensive revision on science..... on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; yes and no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; i duno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; neutral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; acidic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; alkaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; titration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; universal indicator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; neutralisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; sodium hydroxide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; hydrochlric acid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; AND WATER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; I WIN I WIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; burette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; conical flask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; retort stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; oh shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; let me have my lunch first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hv fun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; enjoy ur shark fin soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; money queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; i did not have shark fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; lol whut did u eat man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; i had hydrochloric acid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth the Great™ says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; i'm eager to see ur green tongue on tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rou en. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nope. it's supposed to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;but never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; i need to drink milk of magnesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; NEUTRALISATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7295190504828220975?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7295190504828220975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7295190504828220975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7295190504828220975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7295190504828220975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/farewell-science-form-12-and-3.html' title='farewell, science form 1,2 and 3'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5779152527204742111</id><published>2009-10-13T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:31:28.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>small stories of my life  生活小事</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;number one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;风萧萧兮考试寒, 我的分数一去兮不复还&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;    I want my marks back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with my bahasa malaysia paper.&lt;br /&gt;The day before PMR started, i was doing last minute revision (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this question about KERIS. I learnt that if someone takes his keris out, the term which names the action is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENGHUNUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i flipped open the PMR paper... cheng cheng cheng..... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY SPIRITS FLEW UP TO THE HIGHEST HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; as i read the first question. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jackpot! It's about keris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got happy too fast. The question was about keris, yes, BUT THAT DUDE IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;KEEPING&lt;/span&gt; THE KERIS!!! NOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TAKING IT OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirits dropped from the highest heaven to the lowest hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I get lucky sometimes, but not a 100 percent lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;0n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1n&lt;/span&gt;g  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;0k&lt;/span&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from the kemahiran hidup textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PVC   (POLYVINYL CHLORIDE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEKUATAN:  1. KUAT DAN TAHAN LAMA&lt;br /&gt;                                                        2.RINGAN, KERAS, KUKUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELEMAHAN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(guess what?)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MUDAH PECAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how-am-i-supposed-to-understand-that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't believe me? check your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;KEMAHIRAN HIDUP FORM TWO TEXT BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(if you have not thrown it away) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;PAGE 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;我爱我的国家, 但是我的国家不爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love my country, but my country does not love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the joy of one sided love.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, do you think that the ONE MALAYSIA THING IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORKING&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, we seem to like it.&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ROUEN%7E1.LEE/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;1. we have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THAT? even the ONENESS can be found in the virus. see how the ONE MALAYSIA thing is working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. formula &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sepang race track-- Malaysians just can't stop bragging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/StR_iyq9koI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1kbaVyUTRv0/s1600-h/m_1utama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/StR_iyq9koI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1kbaVyUTRv0/s400/m_1utama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392074889563574914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE UTAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i know, i know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; second home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; second home.&lt;br /&gt;one card, one world, one, one, one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We, malaysians, seem to LOVE the whole one Malaysia thing. We love it SO MUCH, we even include it in our daily communication.&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, why so weird &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;he very happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;nobody goes to school &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, our prime minister must have been working very hard to make this one Malaysia thing a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-5779152527204742111?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5779152527204742111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5779152527204742111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5779152527204742111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5779152527204742111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/small-stories-of-my-life.html' title='small stories of my life  生活小事'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/StR_iyq9koI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1kbaVyUTRv0/s72-c/m_1utama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4913889799100710591</id><published>2009-08-20T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:21:41.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ambitious SIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I WANT TO BECOME WHEN I GROW UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1. fashion designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this won't work cuz i have no idea about the latest fashion and stuff like that, and I don't like shopping. Okay, okay,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i have no fashion sense&lt;/span&gt;. But it's weird, cuz i like designing gowns and dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*BUT if i get famous, i may get to meet wu chun! oh, btw, speaking abt him,  i realized that i missed his birthday. see what happens when I study too hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I forgot. I hate to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fashion designer is off the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Doctor (don't smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid. I think I screwed my science paper, and yet I aspire to become a doctor. Maybe I 'll be a surgeon. But who wants a surgeon who scores B for science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doctor? off the list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  national athlete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been training hard, I mean,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; i like running,&lt;/span&gt; but i don't think... okay you know what? forget it, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;since I'm going to the gym for another reason now (and I'm so not going to tell you what's the reason cuz you will laugh at me)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whatever. The reason is really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;really really stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;national athlete off the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;4.  Something to do with MATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like maths. truth is, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;can't wait to learn add maths.&lt;/span&gt; but i don't think i would want to become an architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math teacher? no way. directly off the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5. cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to cook, but i don't know how to cook. weird huh? If i become a cook, i think my boss would fry me before i can even fry something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cook off the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just be myself for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4913889799100710591?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4913889799100710591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4913889799100710591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4913889799100710591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4913889799100710591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/08/ambitious-side.html' title='the ambitious SIDE'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-701166698877507496</id><published>2009-07-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:25:23.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>money... how funny can it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW TO BECOME SUCCESSFUL IN BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;must- have -tips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; especially during global economical crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just because you're blind, doesn't mean your customers are blind. trust me, if they can find a hundred splinters in your eye, they can see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZM9ha0oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RKSeK8n-bRg/s1600-h/haha3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZM9ha0oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RKSeK8n-bRg/s320/haha3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359803848243991170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be smarter than a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZMqvYQUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PfWuiXy0s74/s1600-h/haha2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZMqvYQUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PfWuiXy0s74/s320/haha2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359803843202269506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. don't get yourself entangled with emotional issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZMaOTKrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qCKo7-WXfO8/s1600-h/haha1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZMaOTKrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qCKo7-WXfO8/s320/haha1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359803838768556722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly....Be more creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZL4t5leI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FSsr93WIokY/s1600-h/haha.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZL4t5leI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FSsr93WIokY/s320/haha.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359803829774292450" 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/8268256542577072381-701166698877507496?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/701166698877507496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=701166698877507496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/701166698877507496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/701166698877507496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-how-funny-can-it-be.html' title='money... how funny can it be?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SmHZM9ha0oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RKSeK8n-bRg/s72-c/haha3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2339187969506009781</id><published>2009-07-11T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:11:39.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why bahasa malaysia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got this from another website, so if you want to sue somebody for the following contents, good luck finding the original writer of 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One day, Malaysia decided to send our space tourist with Russian spacecraft. The mission is to see how tasty the roti canai and teh tarik in the space ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;during the experiment, our space tourist feel the roti canai is too spicy ... he feel suffering and request his Russian counterpart to provide some water ... so he said .... "Abang, tolong bagi sikit air ... pedas, pedas" ... the Russian cannot understand and replied ... "What? What you mean" ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;our space tourist cannot stand for it and keep shouting ... &lt;b&gt;"AIR, AIR, AIR"&lt;/b&gt; ... the Russian stood and finally he understand and replied ... &lt;b&gt;"No AIR in the space, we breath using oxygen tank !"&lt;/b&gt; ... due to the miss communication, both of them fighting in the spacecraft and cause some damages ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the Russian aware of the damage and quickly find the EMERGENCY button to save himself .... and now left only the Malaysian space tourist who trapped in the spacecraft ... so he tried to find is there any button labeled with "LARI" or "CABUT" or "KECEMASAN" ... unfortunately he cant find any ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so the Malaysian space tourist call back to the command center to ask for help ... since he cant speak English so he just shouted ... "&lt;b&gt;tolong, tolong, tolong&lt;/b&gt;" ... the American, Russian, Japan and Chinese engineers in the command center could not understand ... then the American engineer said ... "i think the Malaysian space tourist is too excited and shouting happily ... first time exploring the space is definitely an excited experience ... why dont we also shout together to show that we also happy?" ... so the engineers in the command center replied and shout loudly ... "tolong, tolong, tolong"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;at the end ... no one "tolong" the Malaysian space tourist .. and due to the lack of English knowledge, he not able to operate the spacecraft ... and at the end .... he &lt;b&gt;lost in space&lt;/b&gt; together with the multi-million dollar spacecraft ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story above is for people who are not in technical field, and could not understand what is the roles of English in the technical/engineering/science industries ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The ministry of education is supporting students to make good use of ICT in order to improve their studies, and yet they decided to teach Science and Math in BM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who is going to help us to translate all the information from the internet? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Type &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"elekrik"&lt;/span&gt; on google. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many results can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Try typing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"electric"&lt;/span&gt; instead. How many results can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2339187969506009781?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2339187969506009781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2339187969506009781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2339187969506009781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2339187969506009781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-bahasa-malaysia.html' title='why bahasa malaysia?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6783024939209100810</id><published>2009-06-26T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:22:32.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIG.. .....</title><content type='html'>A Malay teacher told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucu tak? Manusia dijangkiti selesema &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt;! Manusia ialah  manusia, babi ialah babi! Sekarang ada H1N1,  semua orang susah! Pelik tak? Manusia ada selesema babi! ada selesema burung! Tak patutlah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 caused such a major choas worldwide, yet some people are just getting too creative.&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SkTJkp7UKII/AAAAAAAAAJc/JjNuBiuNnLA/s1600-h/swt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SkTJkp7UKII/AAAAAAAAAJc/JjNuBiuNnLA/s320/swt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351623888790104194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;H1NIKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SkTLOlIzTuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m7KVJAJt2I0/s1600-h/heneiken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SkTLOlIzTuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m7KVJAJt2I0/s320/heneiken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625708570627810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wEAR ON your masks, people, and HAVE A NICE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6783024939209100810?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6783024939209100810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6783024939209100810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6783024939209100810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6783024939209100810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/06/malay-teacher-told-me-lucu-tak-manusia.html' title='PIG.. .....'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SkTJkp7UKII/AAAAAAAAAJc/JjNuBiuNnLA/s72-c/swt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5861214044945248538</id><published>2009-06-13T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:09:54.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to answer your questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;To, the curious people who love to pour questions on me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for non muslims only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FAQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What is the purpose of man? Why is man on this earth today? Why must man exist?&lt;br /&gt;If there is God, what does He want me to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some stubborn people asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;God is so almighty: why not make it simple and just manifest to man that man may know him easily? For example, announce the Earth will stop rotating for a few minutes?  He does not do so, and that's why so many people do not believe in god's existence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: The only way to understand God  is for God to reveal Himself to us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;It pleases God to reveal Himself to man, and the way man to know God exists.&lt;/span&gt; Don't believe? Look at the wondrous magnificent skies, the geography of the earth, these often causes man to sense the existence of God deep within him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"For the invisible things of Him, both His eternal power and divine characteristic, have been clearly seen since the creation of the world, being perceived by the things made, so that they would be without excuse" Romans 1:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think how wondrous you are, who created you? Do you know that the hair in, on and out of the body grows downward, except the hair in the throat which grows upward . If the hair in the throat grows downwards, we would suffocate due to the inability to discharge phlegm. Who created us this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God put so many of His masterpieces into us, how can we say that God did not "manifest" to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The scientist who once claimed that man evolved from monkeys redrew his saying near his   deathbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unsatisfied&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with my answer? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i got these&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;frm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;the Mystery of Human Life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;published by Living Stream Ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God has a plan. this plan has everything to do with man. In the Bible, this plan is called God's economy. God's economy is just God's entire plan for man. It explains the origin and destiny of man as well as the meaning of human existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is God's economy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants to enter into man's spirit, to become his content and his satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;This is the purpose of human existence! You are not merely created to contain food in your stomach, or contain knowledge in your mind, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are created to contain God in your Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;We are vessels of God. That means that we must contain God. God wants to be our content. As bottles are made to contain water, we are made to contain God.&lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder that knowledge, wealth, pleasure, and accomplishment can never satisfy you, for you were created to contain God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Contain God in my spirit? I have no spirit in my body, for goodness sake. I study science, okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   -FAQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem impossible to you, but I would like to tell you something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have seen saints who called on the name of the Lord continuously for 30 minutes. Some even cried. Without such a spirit, it is impossible for man to have such response by just repeating 3 words over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;They had opened their spirit to contact God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-5861214044945248538?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5861214044945248538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5861214044945248538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5861214044945248538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5861214044945248538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-would-like-to-answer-your-questions.html' title='I would like to answer your questions'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2264492268903461601</id><published>2009-06-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:31:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gloooooooooooooooooooooooooopeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SjJHXd4Y3PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uAtlPsHgcLI/s1600-h/swweeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SjJHXd4Y3PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uAtlPsHgcLI/s400/swweeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346414176125902066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. It's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in a few days. PMR is also coming (oh noes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something stupid today. I put marshmallows in the fridge!!! How silly. When I wanted to eat them with melted chocolate (yum yum), they were like rocks. I have been eating so much sweet stuff, and the word "diabetes" is starting to scare me. Really, somebody have to put a lock at the fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2264492268903461601?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2264492268903461601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2264492268903461601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2264492268903461601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2264492268903461601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/06/gloooooooooooooooooooooooooopeeeeeee.html' title='gloooooooooooooooooooooooooopeeeeeee'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SjJHXd4Y3PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uAtlPsHgcLI/s72-c/swweeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5867211892306073860</id><published>2009-06-04T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:35:19.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>I remember, when I was in Form one (or std 6?) someone challenged me to memorize&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1000 &lt;/span&gt;bible verses before I graduate from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about it. But I take this challenge and I know it isn't going to be easy. One verse consists about 30 words. I heard some ppl can memorize 100 verses in 6 days. Gosh, their brain must be like sponges &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(I'm so jealous).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyways&lt;/span&gt;, I stayed in this private school called Sri Suria for 5 days, and I say, though the facilities there are way better than my school's,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; (air cond! swimming pool! tiled floors! big big basketball court!) &lt;/span&gt;but those ppl working in the canteen there are freakin kiam siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there, hmmm.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes delicious;&lt;/span&gt; sometimes I can tell that it's "chinchai chinchai" prepared... AND THERE'S ALWAYS NOT ENOUGH FOOD. But at least, I was spiritually full. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what? I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cried &lt;/span&gt;on the last night there (not because I'm homesick).... I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all of us cried&lt;/span&gt;. What a tragic life have we.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That night I cannot sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I felt really &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;disturbed&lt;/span&gt;. That sad sad story was seriously&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stuck &lt;/span&gt;in my head. For ten minutes, I did not dare to move. I was freaking scared! I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I locked the door&lt;/span&gt;, I was sure, but why do I still hear that sound..... Gah. Woke up sleepy eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, that we have been gossiping about someone. Someone I don't really like. I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're not supposed too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cuz it's really bad),&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;everyone is talking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Even some guys. Some people wanted to avoid such gossip, but they were..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hinting some stuff here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I know, you know, everybody knows. But many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; just don't like talking about it. Then I would like to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so do I! You think I like it? You think I want it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gossiping is bad. Love your enemies, so I shall now on avoid idle talk. I shall use my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So if you're talking abt it, you better stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* oh, and Elim, your sisters are so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8268256542577072381-5867211892306073860?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5867211892306073860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5867211892306073860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5867211892306073860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5867211892306073860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6998988702634935749</id><published>2009-05-29T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:23:29.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you may not want to read this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;remind me next time-- don't ever let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; touch my front hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ugh! I should't have went to that barber!!! WTH, he made me look freakin gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Next time, I shall cut my front hair on my own. Cuz no one really knows how I want my fringe to be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feel like exploding............. I think my blood is boiling now. I want to scream. Why? Everyone is being a nitwit ever since I came home. Feel like yelling at them. Or stranggle them. Hahaahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm getting angry now. Feel like losing my temper and burn the entire world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;somebody, give me some ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6998988702634935749?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6998988702634935749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6998988702634935749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6998988702634935749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6998988702634935749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-may-not-want-to-read-this.html' title='you may not want to read this'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5144840489180131804</id><published>2009-05-29T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:07:43.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>such reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: courier new;"&gt;ANOTHER reason not to get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: maroon;" lang="EL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before marriage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';" lang="EL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He: No! Don't even think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He: Of course! Over and over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He: No! Why are you even asking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He: Every chance I get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He: Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;She: Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: maroon; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';" lang="EL"&gt;After marriage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span lang="EL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';" lang="EL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply read from bottom to top.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-5144840489180131804?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5144840489180131804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5144840489180131804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5144840489180131804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5144840489180131804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/05/such-reality.html' title='such reality'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-420710515509467428</id><published>2009-05-28T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:01:14.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what happens when I get bored. I do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had nothing to do, so I took out my science notebook and colored some pictures I drew in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my science note book is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;L  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I have to admit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know, I'm being gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because next week, I have to bid freedom goodbye. Oh noes oh noes oh noes.....&lt;br /&gt;Will be unavailable for 5 days. Don't ask. Just wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8268256542577072381-420710515509467428?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/420710515509467428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=420710515509467428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/420710515509467428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/420710515509467428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-happens-when-i-get-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8093483425283412392</id><published>2009-05-27T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:04:27.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warning: you may get offended by this post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3100000/New-Moon-new-moon-movie-3150734-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3100000/New-Moon-new-moon-movie-3150734-1024-768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon's comming out. If you're planning to watch it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; tell me you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cuz I don't understand why won't so many girls are obsessively infatuated with a guy who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;doesn't wash his hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and even he himself admits that he is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not suitable &lt;/span&gt;for the role of Edward Cullen in Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;I agree. I totally agree. He's more suitable to play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bella's dad).&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, he can play the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;poor old hag&lt;/span&gt; that got killed by Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/gaspard_ulliel/gaspard_ulliel_1222185992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 436px;" src="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/gaspard_ulliel/gaspard_ulliel_1222185992.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;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They were considering to give him the role of Edward Cullen. They really should. I mean, Gaspard looks so much better that "the almighty" Robert Pattinson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Kristen &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(she only looks gorgeous with EXCESSIVE makeup)&lt;/span&gt; made me hate Twilight. Screw you Twilight movie fans (no offense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i heard there's this website called script or something like that, and it contains (apparently) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;  the stuff you need for kerja khusus. Can't find it though.&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/8268256542577072381-8093483425283412392?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8093483425283412392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8093483425283412392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8093483425283412392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8093483425283412392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/05/warning-you-may-get-offended-by-this.html' title='warning: you may get offended by this post'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8510489954649739671</id><published>2009-05-04T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:26:09.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>war</title><content type='html'>I didn't know, that a war can take place without Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;That's what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; today ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;*post deleted due to current state of affairs. Sorry!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8510489954649739671?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8510489954649739671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8510489954649739671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8510489954649739671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8510489954649739671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/05/war.html' title='war'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2829180421288547495</id><published>2009-04-12T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:59:43.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreading</title><content type='html'>There's no real aim in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I really missed last week. Well, kindof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMPTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to suffer for SIX MONTHS. PMR's in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after PMR, what else? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;2009 year end holidays, then after that I will be in Form Four, anxiety returns when Sports Day is around the corner, then WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I almost forgot. Exams. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in form five, I'll spend the whole year continuously tortured by SPM, peer pressure and more, MORE, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2829180421288547495?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2829180421288547495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2829180421288547495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2829180421288547495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2829180421288547495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreading.html' title='dreading'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1077048949851558515</id><published>2009-04-02T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:04:28.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dolphin</title><content type='html'>ONe night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ROUEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;My dad, brother, little sister and I were watching desperate housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on tv) A man picks up a blue packet from the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Lil sis: What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Bro: ~duh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me : condom.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Lil sis: (turns to me and my bro)  What's a condom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My brother and I were laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Helpless, she turned to my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Dad, what's a condom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dad: (embarrassed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;family planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to prevent young minds from being corrupted. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SdSMAmYjmUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xeyvqj5JVNI/s1600-h/251_678871_afa30ff2c7ef039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 669px; height: 501px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SdSMAmYjmUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xeyvqj5JVNI/s400/251_678871_afa30ff2c7ef039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320031001762830658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is a test to determine whether you have a corrupted mind. If you see an intimate couple, and you really can't find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six dolphins in six seconds&lt;/span&gt;, your mind is seriously corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why don't you stop watching love movies from now onwards and start looking at dolphins for a change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-1077048949851558515?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1077048949851558515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1077048949851558515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1077048949851558515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1077048949851558515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/04/dolphin.html' title='dolphin'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SdSMAmYjmUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xeyvqj5JVNI/s72-c/251_678871_afa30ff2c7ef039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8861930729990597507</id><published>2009-03-27T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:47:51.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>save mother earth</title><content type='html'>It's earth hour tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Fahrenheit disappointed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a concert tomorrow at 8 pm! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Coincidence?&lt;/span&gt; I don't think so. When everyone will be turning off their lights in support for earth hour, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they will be singing their heads off in the stadium with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zillion of lights on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Do you think they would sing with the lights off?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(though i still think wu chun is hot) &lt;/span&gt;I simply can't help but to start perceiving Fahrenheit as &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They're too busy singing and seeing money pouring in their pockets to hear the earth &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;MOURNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be selfish, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(like, *EHEM* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and turn your lights off at 8.30 pm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it will be dark, but the light from the kindness in your heart will shine and spread warmth to the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8861930729990597507?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8861930729990597507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8861930729990597507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8861930729990597507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8861930729990597507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-mother-earth.html' title='save mother earth'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5648360671454928275</id><published>2009-03-25T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:32:48.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>persaingan today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though not the finals my expectations were high&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too high&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking&lt;br /&gt;then that annoying sound from the God-knows-what-horn-like-thing was heard&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sing in my head- music makes people run&lt;br /&gt;But my mind went blank. BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard people yelling&lt;br /&gt;Li Qi was shouting&lt;br /&gt;My lungs were bursting&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stop. I really wanted to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summoning my last ounce of strength, I ran forward...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-5648360671454928275?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5648360671454928275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5648360671454928275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5648360671454928275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5648360671454928275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7178573130172066663</id><published>2009-03-09T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T05:27:00.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too complicated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Lone Ranger&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Tonto&lt;/span&gt; went camping in the desert. After they got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;their tent all set up, both men fell sound asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hours later, Tonto woke the Lone Ranger and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 'Hey, look towards sky, what you see?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lone Ranger replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'I see millions of stars.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'What does that tell you?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asked Tonto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lone Ranger ponders for a minute then says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Astronomically&lt;/span&gt; speaking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it tells me there are millions of galaxies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Time wise,&lt;/span&gt; it appears to be approximately a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;quarter past three in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theologically&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the Lord is all powerful, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; we are small and insignificant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Meteorologically,&lt;/span&gt; it seems&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then he turned to his friend and asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What does it tell you, Tonto?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonto answered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;'You dumber than buffalo shit. Someone stole the tent !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;color:purple;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think simple. Simplicity is a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Keep things simple, and have a nice day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7178573130172066663?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7178573130172066663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7178573130172066663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7178573130172066663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7178573130172066663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-complicated.html' title='Too complicated?'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-566466230239454060</id><published>2009-02-28T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:32:28.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sunday-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;PERJANJIAN MSN 1 MARCH 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1)LEE ROU EN MUST REMOVE THE POST (28FEB 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2)YEAP KENG HAN MUST NoT SPAM LEE ROU EN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3)ANYoNE WHO BREAKS THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS STATED ABOVE HAS TO COMPENSATE THE OTHER PARTY BY 'BELANJA' HE OR SHE 'MAKAN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;wrote by &lt;/span&gt;: Keng Han aka Sejarah fanatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;disagreed by&lt;/span&gt;: Rou En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignored by&lt;/span&gt;: Rou En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s.... Wu chun, will you please UPDATE your blog?&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/8268256542577072381-566466230239454060?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/566466230239454060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=566466230239454060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/566466230239454060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/566466230239454060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday.html' title='-sunday-'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8980945732116811492</id><published>2009-02-27T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:56:39.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alarm clock</title><content type='html'>heh heh sorry for not updating my blog lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Question-- what's wrong with my alarm clock/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keng han seems to be the only one having problems with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-MSN-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenneth says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;but i put smthg in my personal message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenneth says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;read i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenneth says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenneth just sent you a nudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(looks at his personal message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There wrote: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rou en's alarm is from pasar malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So I edited mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"NO, my alarm clocj is from IKEA. Keng Han is from pasar malam though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;! *rou en*! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; ! *rou en*!  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;why dont u read mine too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he changed his personal msg again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Rou En's 'pasar malam' brand alarm clock is a bomb which is about to explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow, that was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; simile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I changed mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;yea, EXPLODE. THAT MEANS BYE BYE KENG HAN. YOU'RE GONE. and dont come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenneth says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;yea, i've gone to america&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenneth says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to run away from ur bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! *rou en*!  says:&lt;br /&gt;bye! Hope those victims of the global financial crisis there don't rob you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. My alarm clock may be anoying, but it's definitely not pasar malam brand. Never mind if you think it is irritating. I'm not bringing it in the next comming exam. Watches are better. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8980945732116811492?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8980945732116811492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8980945732116811492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8980945732116811492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8980945732116811492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/02/alarm-clock.html' title='alarm clock'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-52189017185749687</id><published>2009-01-29T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:32:40.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt; (well, except receiving those ang paus, maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to hate chinese new year now... And if you ask me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;how I spent my CNY holidays, I will answer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Does watching TV &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and sleeping)&lt;/span&gt; count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring, boring, boring. I didn't even get to play a single fire cracker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh, and I don't appreciate abalone. High class leeches, remember? &lt;/span&gt;I don't like those expensive chinese food or whatever monk jump over the wall crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go home on Thursday, but I (sort of) pretended to be sick so my dad decided to go home on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just found out that my grandmother passed away because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt;... (Whoa, I don't think I would want to smoke anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, smoking seems.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to be OPTIMISTIC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I died because of smoking, it can be (er......) a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;family tradition&lt;/span&gt; (you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in every generation, there'll be someone who dies because of smoking.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You smoke, I smoke, you die, I also die&lt;/span&gt;.  What a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nice&lt;/span&gt; family tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But conclusion is, I will not smoke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;for the sake of my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me if somebody found out a way to extract &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicotine&lt;/span&gt; from a cigarette smoke... I may change my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-52189017185749687?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/52189017185749687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=52189017185749687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/52189017185749687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/52189017185749687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3858133382663750177</id><published>2009-01-23T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:56:35.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha Siew Pau &amp; Maggi Mee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:navy;" &gt;Cha Siew Pau &amp;amp; Maggi Mee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;One day, cha siew pau and maggi mee had a big fight. Maggi mee beat cha siew pau up until it had bruises on its pau body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cha Siew Pau loose the fight and went back to tell all the pau family;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kaya pau, tau sa pau, curry pau, and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So together, all the paus went to find maggi mee for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;On the way... they met Spaghetti.. so all of the pau ran to Spaghetti  and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; BEAT the hell up on Spaghetti &lt;/span&gt;that Spaghetti cant say   a word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Spaghetti then scream... &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;what did I  do? I don't even know you all'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then the cha siew pau say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;'HEH! MAGGI MEE! Don't think I can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; you after you do &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;REBONDING!!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ps. It's been a long time since "siew pau" was mentioned....&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/8268256542577072381-3858133382663750177?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3858133382663750177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3858133382663750177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3858133382663750177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3858133382663750177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/01/cha-siew-pau-maggi-mee.html' title='Cha Siew Pau &amp; Maggi Mee'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6572233024385787236</id><published>2009-01-09T06:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:16:01.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scream</title><content type='html'>Today is only the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninth day&lt;/span&gt; of 2009, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I already broke a new year resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gee, I think I'm  even faster than Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the very first new year resolution (please read my previous post about it). Well, kind of. And it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;VERY ANNOYING, VERY VERY ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want to&lt;/span&gt; like him!!! But.... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; get over him one day. Cuz I know I have like,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; zero percent&lt;/span&gt; chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know who? Give you a hint--- I just linked his blog to mine today. Check it out yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6572233024385787236?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6572233024385787236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6572233024385787236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6572233024385787236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6572233024385787236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/01/scream.html' title='scream'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4192191157868126496</id><published>2009-01-02T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:22:47.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f*ck</title><content type='html'>You know, the famous four letter word which starts which a "F" .... Your favorite word, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, (apparently) this is the origin of the four letter word you use to hear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient England, people could not have sex without the consent of the King. When people wanted to have a child, they had to solicit a permission to the monarchy, in turn they would supply a sign to hang on their door when they had sexual relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign read....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ornication&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nder &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;onsent of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I received this from an email, and I am not sure whether this is true or not, but I'm not responsible if your mother comes yelling at me saying that I taught you something bad or whatever. Just thought you should know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4192191157868126496?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4192191157868126496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4192191157868126496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4192191157868126496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4192191157868126496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2009/01/fck.html' title='f*ck'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6999454682206222037</id><published>2008-12-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:03:46.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resident evil: degeneration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVDcuiwIEEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0HXpTsi-A88/s1600-h/aaaaaaaa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVDcuiwIEEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0HXpTsi-A88/s400/aaaaaaaa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965055066345538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ROUEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Resident Evil: Degeneration, is the first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feature_film" title="Feature film"&gt;full-length&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer-generated_imagery" title="Computer-generated imagery"&gt;CG animation&lt;/a&gt; feature based upon &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capcom" title="Capcom"&gt;Capcom&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resident_Evil" title="Resident Evil"&gt;Resident Evil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; video game series. It is set seven years after the Racoon city incident( the whole city was infected by the T-virus) and adds to the existing stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it yesterday, and wow, the animation was&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AWESOME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Characters in there look so real! However, the plot kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Leon S. Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVDdRtU59II/AAAAAAAAAHo/hYI9kKfl5d4/s1600-h/bbbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVDdRtU59II/AAAAAAAAAHo/hYI9kKfl5d4/s400/bbbbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965659200386178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks ugly in the movie.... He looks better in the game. And I don't know why, they didn't include &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ada Wong&lt;/span&gt; in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVDeK15_73I/AAAAAAAAAHw/31HIsc0QKTc/s1600-h/cccccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVDeK15_73I/AAAAAAAAAHw/31HIsc0QKTc/s400/cccccc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282966640755994482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She look cool right? She's a really tough person and yes, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; cool. I like her outfit. Looks like "Cheongsam". And guess what,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Leon actually likes Ada Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you play Resident evil 4, Leon told Ashley that Ada is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"a part of me I can't let go"&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't think Ada knows, cuz it's not obvious at all...... Leon is always so calm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Leon is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;flirtatious&lt;/span&gt;. In Resident evil: degeneration, he went like, lovey-dovey with the two females (Angela and Claire), whereas in the game, he called Ashley "sweetheart" or something like that....... When his true love is actually Ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Leon and Ada got married in the end.... I'm not sure but I don't think people like Leon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt; Ada.... She's too cool for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6999454682206222037?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6999454682206222037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6999454682206222037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6999454682206222037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6999454682206222037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/12/resident-evil-degeneration.html' title='Resident evil: degeneration'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVDcuiwIEEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0HXpTsi-A88/s72-c/aaaaaaaa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8132514460766611444</id><published>2008-12-21T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:27:02.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody!!! Honeymoon is OVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 coming.... Ahhh I'm so gonna hate this year screw PMR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more honeymoon year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my new year resolutions... (I think I broke them all already, but I'll tell you anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt; fall in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, but I'm not changing my msn display picture..... And don't get me wrong, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in love with that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wu Zun&lt;/span&gt;... I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just think he is hot (and kinda lala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Btw, I went 1u with my family yesterday, and there's this Fahrenheit poster there with Wu Zun in it...  my mom said Wu Zun looks&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......because she thought he's a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x66.xanga.com/aa6c712566535178744770/z136408990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 194px;" src="http://x66.xanga.com/aa6c712566535178744770/z136408990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop shaking legs while eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My habit... Got worse after hearing that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shake shake&lt;/span&gt; song from metrostation or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Microsoft is slow... Streamyx is slow... yeah so DON'T BANG THE INNOCENT KEYBOARD even though the computer hangs or...or ....(jeez) God-knows-what-will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(sheesh) I think I might as well don't use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;4. Stop playing clubpenguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to bully other penguins, but there're always lame questions like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVCZotzt_gI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZQxfZ2m-Iys/s1600-h/cp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVCZotzt_gI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZQxfZ2m-Iys/s400/cp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282891287675928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would gladly click yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try&lt;/span&gt; to like cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them ever since a stray cat killed my cute little bunny... But somehow I am convinced that cats are kinda&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adorable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVcsp4rMT6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nli3YcyL4oY/s1600-h/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVcsp4rMT6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nli3YcyL4oY/s400/kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284741785842372514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Last one....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My darling rabbit, Gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my rabbit knows it's own name-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gillian 'Gilliande' Francis Light Obama-Bush Danney Humphrey Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You may think it is not necessary because it's an old rabbit, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;hey, you don't wanna die without knowing what's your name, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8132514460766611444?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8132514460766611444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8132514460766611444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8132514460766611444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8132514460766611444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SVCZotzt_gI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZQxfZ2m-Iys/s72-c/cp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5303948001944796260</id><published>2008-12-16T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:34:36.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast!</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of Toastmasters club before? It's some kinda club teaching you how to speak or something like that....(NOT about toasting bread, NOT about cooking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted me to go to the club's seminar, as she thinks that I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outspoken&lt;/span&gt; and I always tend to act like I have a gold bar in my mouth bla bla bla... So on 13 to 14 December, I attended their so called 'Youth Leadership Program".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; make speeches there, and oh, they also bought &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; for us! During lunch time they bought us to an Indian restaurant and we can order anything we like (they'll settle the bill for us) and we had&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;big apple doughnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... (I knew my dad did't pay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RM120&lt;/span&gt; for nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUeWozxzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FatO8kp2tIM/s1600-h/%7Eeating%7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUeWozxzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FatO8kp2tIM/s400/%7Eeating%7E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280354715953222530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(See the box?) They're eating Big Apple's doughnuts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Clockwise from left)&lt;/span&gt; Li Leng from Melbourne, Australia &lt;from australia=""&gt; &lt;from australia=""&gt;, Aaron Pek, Kevin Chai, A facilitator whose name I forgot, and (omg) I forgot the last two boy's names... But I remember that they're both going to Catholic High next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/from&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUeY0Lqk5TI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SDetUJKRnu8/s1600-h/delete1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUeY0Lqk5TI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SDetUJKRnu8/s400/delete1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280357110367184178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Cherie making a speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;from australia=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/from&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUeY0LkowBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2-qxdeHNXe8/s1600-h/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUeY0LkowBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2-qxdeHNXe8/s400/delete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280357110342270994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;A new friend I met, and her name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Yin. She's from Yuk Chai too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/from&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUebquk5oCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HORPVc4AYwM/s1600-h/everybody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUebquk5oCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HORPVc4AYwM/s400/everybody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280360246474809378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody................. Well, I cut myself out from this photo (You know, Photoshop) &lt;from australia=""&gt;&lt;from australia=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/from&gt;&lt;/from&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-5303948001944796260?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5303948001944796260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5303948001944796260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5303948001944796260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5303948001944796260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/12/toast.html' title='Toast!'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SUeWozxzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FatO8kp2tIM/s72-c/%7Eeating%7E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3021318220831621811</id><published>2008-12-11T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:56.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamer joke</title><content type='html'>Came back from Teluk Batik.&lt;br /&gt;Where else? I went to the beach, and i saw this small kid with a blue colour swimming tube round his waist... like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230_no_border/Learn-to-Swim-Tube-Trainer_B6FD3C28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230_no_border/Learn-to-Swim-Tube-Trainer_B6FD3C28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of pure boredom, I asked my brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"What's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and looks like grass?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your guess? Well, the answer is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swimming tube&lt;/span&gt;. I lied about the grass.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I found an even lamer joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-3021318220831621811?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3021318220831621811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3021318220831621811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3021318220831621811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3021318220831621811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/12/lamer-joke.html' title='Lamer joke'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8288885571911970112</id><published>2008-12-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:15:33.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing down the blog</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering if I should close down my blog (or just stop writing any further posts) after Christmas this year. If I really want to do so, my next two (or three) posts will be the last ones. Hope you enjoyed reading my blog in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rou En"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8288885571911970112?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8288885571911970112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8288885571911970112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8288885571911970112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8288885571911970112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/12/closing-down-blog.html' title='closing down the blog'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6629279560897736394</id><published>2008-12-01T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:00:18.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lame jokes of the year... vote for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lamest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1.  Have you heard of the cannibal who dumped his girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Your mama’s so fat, …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;--when she wears an X-files t-shirt, a helicopter landed on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;when I swerved my car to avoid hitting her, I ran out of gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;when she wears black at night, a policeman goes ‘break it up you two’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- every time she turns around, it’s her birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If those millionaires and zillionaires out there want to direct a movie, what would the title be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-LORD OF THE RING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GIT. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Why was the Tomato blushing? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Because he saw the salad dressing. (oooooooooo.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you call a deer with no eyes? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-No idea. (no eye dear) &lt;/span&gt;What do you call a deer with no legs and no eyes? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Still no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is BROWN AND STICKY?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-A stick....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A man and his wife has two children. One day, the man bought some dear meat back for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children&lt;/span&gt;: What is that, Mummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife&lt;/span&gt;: Guess! It's something I always call your dad. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear and deer sound the same&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The older child to the younger child&lt;/span&gt;): DON'T EAT IT! It is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;An elderly couple was having dinner at another couple's house. After their meal, the wives went into the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; The two elderly gents were talking, and one says, "Last night we went out to a fabulous new restaurant that I'd highly recommend. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The other man says, "What's the name of the restaurant?"     &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The first man thinks long and hard with a furrowed brow, finally saying,  "Uh, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; His friend replies,  "A carnation?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"No, no.  The other one," the man says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; His friend suggests, "The poppy?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"No, no, no," growls the man.  "You know--the one that is red and has thorns." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; His friend says, "Do you mean a rose?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes! Thank you," the first man says. He then turns toward the kitchen and yells, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9. What do you call Donald Trump's pet? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-a TRUMPET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10. Who's Donald Trump?&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/8268256542577072381-6629279560897736394?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6629279560897736394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6629279560897736394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6629279560897736394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6629279560897736394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/12/lame-jokes.html' title='Lame jokes'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4395159309034684403</id><published>2008-11-28T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:42:03.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes in 2008</title><content type='html'>Funny jokes I collected in 2008....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(ps. lame jokes are coming soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;1. A new teacher was trying to make use of                            her psychology courses. She started her class by                            saying, "Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand                            up!" After a few seconds, Bobby stood up. The teacher                            said, "Do you think you are stupid, Bobby?" "No ma'am,                            but I hate to see you standing there by                            yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One                            Sunday morning a mother went in to wake her son and                            tell him it was time to get ready to go to church, to                            which he replied, "I'm not going." "Why not?" she                            asked. "I'll give you two good reasons," he said.                            "One, they don't like me, and two, I don't like them."                            His mother replied, "I'll give you two good reasons                            why you should go to church. One, you're 59 years old,                            and two, you're the pastor!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A man comes home an&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;d finds his wife and his friend in bed. He shoots his friend with a M16 and killed him. His wife says, "If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;4. A small boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; wrote to Santa Claus, 'send me a brother....'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Santa wrote back, "SEND ME YOUR MOTHER'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Teacher: 'Do you know the importance of a period?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kid: 'Yeah, once my sister missed one, my mom fainted, my dad got a heart attack and our driver ran away.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Young boy: 'Daddy, what is the difference between confident and confidential?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dad: 'You are my son, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; about that. Your friend over there is also my son, that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;confidential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is a cute one:&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  day my  mother was out and my dad was in charge of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone  had  given me a little 'tea set' as a gift and it was one of my   favorite toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the   evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', (which was actually just water). After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy   "tea", my M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;m  came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad made her wait in the living room to  watch me  bring him a cup of tea, because it was '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just the cutest thing&lt;/span&gt;!' My  M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;m  waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of "tea" for  Daddy and she watches him drink it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then she says,  (as only a  mother would know... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Did it ever occur to you that the only  place she can reach to get water is the  toilet bowl?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;table style="width: 475px; height: 1131px;" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: justify;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt; Perks                            of being over 70&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;td style="text-align: justify;" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;(or                            what you have to look forward to if you are not yet                            over 70).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Kidnappers are not very interested                            in you.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a hostage situation you are likely to                            be released first.&lt;br /&gt;3. No one expects you to run -                            anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I                            wake you?"&lt;br /&gt;5. Things you buy now won't wear                            out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;you can't read this without straining your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Your eyes won't get much                            worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.                            Your joints are more accurate meteorologists&lt;br /&gt;than the                            national weather service.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your secrets are safe                            with your friends&lt;br /&gt;because they can't remember them                            either.&lt;br /&gt;10. Your supply of brain cells is finally                           &lt;br /&gt;down to a manageable size.&lt;br /&gt;11. You can't remember                            who sent you this list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SS_w763FXyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fQKXvhSR-i4/s1600-h/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SS_w763FXyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fQKXvhSR-i4/s400/delete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273698600877383458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. I love thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SS_x6rj8wQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HURCgoDYx10/s1600-h/delete2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SS_x6rj8wQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HURCgoDYx10/s400/delete2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273699679102353666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. You can have it for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4395159309034684403?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4395159309034684403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4395159309034684403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4395159309034684403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4395159309034684403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/11/jokes-in-2008.html' title='Jokes in 2008'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SS_w763FXyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fQKXvhSR-i4/s72-c/delete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1866138165749968643</id><published>2008-11-27T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:29:30.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d77/the_spazz/Robert_Pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 187px;" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d77/the_spazz/Robert_Pattinson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dram.org/rd/artwork/prawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.dram.org/rd/artwork/prawn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the difference between these two pictures? If you ask me, I can't. They're the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tall guys&lt;/span&gt; in this whole wide world, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;robert pattinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the guys who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have hair &lt;/span&gt;in this whole wide world , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;robert pattinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the guys who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can walk &lt;/span&gt;in this whole wide world , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;robert pattinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert pattinson robert pattinson robert pattinson&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice, is like some kind of constipated guy (so much for the soft, velvet voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched twilight today, and it kinda sucked. And why must they cut out all those scenes? The scene where Emmett said: "This is wrong, Edward, this is wrong! She's not one of us!" (or  some thing like that) It's in the trailer! This is wrong, you people, this is wrong! What's the problem with the scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotten tomatoes gave a rating of 43 over a hundred, 81 critics in 143 reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate the movie, 5 over 10. How 'bout you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-1866138165749968643?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1866138165749968643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1866138165749968643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1866138165749968643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1866138165749968643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-spot-difference-between-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-733008305313831579</id><published>2008-11-11T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:19:06.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;When you get emo, you get so frustrated and you blame it all on an innocent little elmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRpppPKIzBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v450Vr2fMww/s1600-h/DELETE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRpppPKIzBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v450Vr2fMww/s400/DELETE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267638871327820818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is still the reason why I love disney princesses..... they're hot, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRpqWdLFQwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iMKdGqfXJYU/s1600-h/DELETE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRpqWdLFQwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iMKdGqfXJYU/s400/DELETE2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267639648183993090" 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/8268256542577072381-733008305313831579?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/733008305313831579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=733008305313831579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/733008305313831579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/733008305313831579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-in-2008.html' title='Pictures in 2008'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRpppPKIzBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v450Vr2fMww/s72-c/DELETE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1632113110775505637</id><published>2008-11-09T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:23:23.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRaqHS3PyyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R9V2fxGYPbE/s1600-h/sogonnabedeleted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRaqHS3PyyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R9V2fxGYPbE/s400/sogonnabedeleted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266583856555739938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRaqZPR11yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h0p2jW7gzGc/s1600-h/tobedeleted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRaqZPR11yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h0p2jW7gzGc/s400/tobedeleted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266584164831188770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what is this? For CSI wannabes? Do you get to meet Eddie Cahill? I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click, and I'm in this website &gt;&gt;&gt; http://degrees.classesusa.com/schools/17466-page-1.cusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="MO-0"&gt;Thinking about a Crime Scene Investigation Career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;okay, you get to become a CSI? Not baaaaad. Bad news is, you have to become an American citizen. Ha..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a degree online and open the door to your future? Go to this website&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;http://degrees.classesusa.com/browse/?campusType=online&amp;amp;browseType=0.&lt;br /&gt;See it for yourself. Lazy to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ROUEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ROUEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-1632113110775505637?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1632113110775505637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1632113110775505637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1632113110775505637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1632113110775505637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/11/csi-fans.html' title='CSI fans'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SRaqHS3PyyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R9V2fxGYPbE/s72-c/sogonnabedeleted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3212251547230048129</id><published>2008-11-09T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:54:43.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Bill Gates</title><content type='html'>Got this really lame message from my friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter is from Banta Singh of Punjab to Mr. Bill Gates of Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject: Problems with my new computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Bill Gates, We have bought a computer for our homeand we have found some problems, which I want to bring to your notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is a button 'start' but there is no 'stop' button. We request you to check this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We find there is 'Run' in the menu. One of my friends clicked 'run' ?? he ran up to Amritsar! So, we request you to change that to 'sit', so that we can click that by sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One doubt is whether any 're-scooter' is available in system? I find only 're-cycle', but I only own a scooter at my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is 'Find' button but it is not working properly. My wife lost the door key and we tried a lot trace the key with this ' find' button, but was unable to trace. Please rectify this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My child learnt 'Microsoft word' now he wants to learn 'Microsoft sentence', so when you will provide that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I brought computer, CPU, mouse and keyboard, but there is only one icon which shows 'MY Computer': when you will provide the remaining items ?? 'MY Pictures' but there is not even a single photo of mine.&lt;br /&gt;So when will you keep my photo in that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There is  'MICROSOFT OFFICE' what about 'MICROSOFT HOME' since I use this PC at home only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You provided 'My Recent Documents'. When you will provide 'My Past Documents'?? 10. You provide 'My Network Places'. For God shake please do not provide 'My Secret Places'. I do not want to let my wife know where I go after&lt;br /&gt; my office hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, Banta Last one from me to Mr Bill Gates : Sir, how&lt;br /&gt; is it that your name is Gates but u are selling WINDOWS ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-3212251547230048129?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3212251547230048129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3212251547230048129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3212251547230048129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3212251547230048129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-to-bill-gates.html' title='A letter to Bill Gates'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8033239256282995865</id><published>2008-11-06T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:09:19.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag (exaggerated version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What' s the connection between you and the last person that called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Last person I called? Does a Pizza Hut operator count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What happened at 3:00 pm yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Calling that friggin operator la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What do you want in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I want to skip this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How's your heart lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Even if I said that it stopped beating what can you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How have you felt today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Awesome..... until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When' s the last time you showered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hours ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do you like your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah. It's a place in France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Would you rather be cheated with or on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, I cheated in the last penilaian......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How many drugs have you done in the last 7 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So you're sending me to rehab huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who/ what do you hate/ dislike currently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I dislike answering such lame questions currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you believe in karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you think you can last an hour without talking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When I'm sleeping yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What are you doing after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Answering the next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Did you just wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;....from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What's the color of the soap in your bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(I think I ate it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What can you hear right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The clock ticking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last thing you drank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Universal solvent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Have you ever received a love letter?no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You sound like my mom (jkjk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Have you ever cried in a movie theater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What's so nice to cry about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Would you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I donate blood to mosquitoes almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MYOB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8033239256282995865?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8033239256282995865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8033239256282995865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8033239256282995865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8033239256282995865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-exaggerated-version.html' title='Tag (exaggerated version)'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8274320308511617398</id><published>2008-11-06T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:40:38.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So sorry for not blogging for the past few weeks (or is it, months?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you what happened last last week in my house. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT LOCKED&lt;/span&gt; in my own ROOM. It's one of the worst things that could happen on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't open the door, no matter I push or pull or whatever. My room door somehow got stuck, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stuck in my room too. I tried using my dad's credit card to open the friggin door, but it didn't work at all. (For once, credit cards couldn't solve the problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried again, and that was before I found out that the credit card I'm using is actually still valid. Whoops. Made a few scratches.... Same goes to the other side of my room door... Jeez how come all those FBIs can kick open doors so easily... Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While locked inside my room, I kept imaginating scary "things" appearing, getting closer and closer to me.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got out of the room.... by climbing out from my room's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;window&lt;/span&gt;, and then  back into the house through my brother's room window. Spent a night in the study room again, (fell  asleep while listening to the radio) and in the middle of the night, the radio dial moved by itself again too.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8274320308511617398?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8274320308511617398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8274320308511617398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8274320308511617398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8274320308511617398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuck.html' title='stuck'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-971366578163257212</id><published>2008-09-08T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:21:34.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.Post this rules before you give your facts&lt;br /&gt;2.List 8 randoms facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;3.At the end of the post,choose 8 people to tag and list their names,linking to them.&lt;br /&gt;4.Leave a comment on their blog,letting know their tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts about myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm born smart, but school made me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; If you ask me, abalones are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high class leeches&lt;/span&gt;, so i don't eat them. (they look kinda alike, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My name is hard to pronounce. Today, my mom asked me to call the dentist to ask      about my tooth, and if the dentist asks me who am I, I"ll just say that I'm a desperate patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like sleeping in class.   ..... Can I bring a pillow to school? Is there a rule saying "no too sharp or  too soft things in class"? Well, mattress is kinda okay for me though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;not dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special 8 people I tagged:&lt;br /&gt;YOU! YES, YOU OVER THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&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/8268256542577072381-971366578163257212?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/971366578163257212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=971366578163257212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/971366578163257212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/971366578163257212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/09/1_08.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3552536437177914093</id><published>2008-09-08T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:01:37.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight tag</title><content type='html'>1. Do you like Edward Cullen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What's not to like about him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you find Edward Cullen hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;oooh!!! If you throw me on the sun I will still say Edward Cullen is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like Jacob Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  He is AS IRRITATING AS WHATEVER INSECT ON THIS EARTH! I tell you, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUX&lt;/span&gt;. He's a werewolf, hell yeah, but his pillow is not hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you find Jacob Black hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Hah! Yeah, throw him into a fire and I'll say he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You love Edward and Jacob. Who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I said, I like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;, you nitwit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacob only goes with BISCUITS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Your best friend got close to Edward. Will you feel jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Unless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my best friend is a boy. Probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; will get jealous instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (joking, i know it's perasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) You got kissed by someone and he's not human. What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it's Jacob,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a gun ready in my pocket. A basesall bat is kinda nice though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Carlisle or Edward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Edward. Carlisle is too old....for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Family or vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People always say, Blood is thicker than water--my family needs water,and vampires need blood. So which should I choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Love or Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aren't they both the same? You find love in friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) If the guy you love leaves you exactly like how Edward had left Bella, what would&lt;br /&gt;you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Didn't Edward return to Bella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If Edward gives you 502 roses, will you love him in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; What should i give him? 502 roses also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Five things you hate about Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       -He left Bella, leaving her to be with Jacob the super irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Yeah, he's too hot.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The way he ignored Bella in Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;-He's FICTIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;-He's a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Five things you hate about Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       - the IRRITATING LIL SH*T WON'T get lost.&lt;br /&gt;-He's a desperate puppy&lt;br /&gt;-He made me dislike werewolves. Luckily there no such thing as hungry pillows in the twilight  saga, or I'll be changing my email add.&lt;br /&gt;-He's been rude to Edward and his family.&lt;br /&gt;-He is Bella's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Three things you love about Edward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  - he is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;-caring...He exudes an admirable calm&lt;br /&gt;-romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Three things you love about Jacob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       - Bella prefers EDWARD over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       - His father can't walk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope Jacob ends up like him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       - He is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gorgeous at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Two things that you love about Bella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;        - caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;        - quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) If you love Edward,and he promises you something that he didn't fulfill,what&lt;br /&gt;will you do?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next time I shall remember to check whether he's crossing his fingers behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last question, if both Jacob and Edward says "I love you" to you at the same time,same place,same venue,what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will ask Jacob to GET LOST and go marry a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Oops..one more.. If you got married to Edward, will you force him to transform&lt;br /&gt;you as soon as possible so that he could make love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Getting married to a 17 year old.... I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. List 5 people here for you to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;      - Siew Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;      - Soo Yin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;      - Yau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;      - Anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;      - Anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/8268256542577072381-3552536437177914093?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3552536437177914093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3552536437177914093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3552536437177914093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3552536437177914093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title='twilight tag'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-9014824809509404387</id><published>2008-08-26T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:20:51.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0WFKG-kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IHmj06K27wc/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0WFKG-kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IHmj06K27wc/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238799451740895810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God ain't that generous.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0WK571cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cYw2Vq9x_ps/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0WK571cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cYw2Vq9x_ps/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238799453283669442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0WSpeyWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d6roud4kN6Y/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty of anagrams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0Wfo6mOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bGZTzFc3Mjk/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0Wfo6mOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bGZTzFc3Mjk/s400/44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238799458849429730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of the hen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0Wpd5aEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MTwuxI2V7Fw/s1600-h/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0Wpd5aEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MTwuxI2V7Fw/s400/55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238799461487568962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate under-estimation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-9014824809509404387?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/9014824809509404387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=9014824809509404387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/9014824809509404387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/9014824809509404387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-aint-that-generous.html' title=''/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SLP0WFKG-kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IHmj06K27wc/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1147145562897350906</id><published>2008-08-26T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:03:41.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are quick</title><content type='html'>TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who found America ?&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: I just did.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD:    H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD:    Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;9-year-old WINNIE:   Me!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Glen, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it.  Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS:    Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SIMON:      No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;CLYDE :      No, sir.  It's the same dog.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:    Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD:      A teacher&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-1147145562897350906?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1147145562897350906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1147145562897350906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1147145562897350906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1147145562897350906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-are-quick.html' title='Kids are quick'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2883287246141788998</id><published>2008-08-18T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:58:49.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:~Unblissful holidays: My diary~:.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This happens when a chicken goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SK5eaRAdLVI/AAAAAAAAADA/gbfb4zRnTV0/s1600-h/desperate+chicken.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SK5eaRAdLVI/AAAAAAAAADA/gbfb4zRnTV0/s400/desperate+chicken.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237227222013390162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay here's my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis for an hour. Miraculously,I didn't hit anyone with the tennis ball!!! Well, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister's head&lt;/span&gt; got lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to play that childish game clubpenguin. I managed to bully a few penguins...... Could have told them I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Bush&lt;/span&gt; if I didn't curse again. Yeah I said "shit" and the stup*d noop server banned me AGAIN. Well, last time was the 5 letter b word. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too bored, went to polish my fingernail, but ended up painting my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fingers&lt;/span&gt; instead. Went to do skinny Chong's homework, and could have finished it if it the stup*d nail polish didn't smear those pages. Who cares, maybe skinny Chong likes pedicure. Sigh, I shall never touch that nail polish bottle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to 1u, supposed to lead my mom and sis to new wing. I was busy with my phone, so I ended up in the parking lot. Made my mind not to become a tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*oh, and....  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;BATMAN FANS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;go to &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    http://whysoserious.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play clubpenguin, but my first account got banned for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt; hours (some stup*d penguin must have reported me for incessantly spreading rumours); went to the second account, and found out that I am banned for the next 24 hours. Not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The owner of the house next to mine is selling his property at the price of 2.25 million.... (that's more than a 100% increase! greedy lil pig)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; I shall play songs through the speakers in my room, FULL BLAST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so the owner shall have to lower down the price.....Nobody likes sound pollution....Well it"s just a semi-d anyway.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your face people!!! That"s for smoking near my house.&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; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to get creepy. I went to my house's study room to sleep(suddenly have the "mood") , and before I slept, I switched on the old radio. But when I woke in the middle of the night, I was surprised to hear no music but those low frequency sounds. Seems like the radio dial moved on its own.... My dad bought the radio a long long time ago, before I was even born, which made me even more positive that the radio's haunted. Well, seems like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something else&lt;/span&gt; wants to listen to it too. Sharing is caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said that the old radio was acting like that before we even moved to our new house here. Oh no, dad, you let the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thing&lt;/span&gt; follow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays over, what did I do? Ummmmmmm....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2883287246141788998?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2883287246141788998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2883287246141788998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2883287246141788998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2883287246141788998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/08/unblissful-holidays-my-diary.html' title='.:~Unblissful holidays: My diary~:.'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SK5eaRAdLVI/AAAAAAAAADA/gbfb4zRnTV0/s72-c/desperate+chicken.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-742226973159147762</id><published>2008-08-17T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:46:53.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: It's a risk reading this post. You'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are very boring. Okay maybe not very boring. Boring. Because I have nothing to do except Jeet's homework, which is circles circles circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost's festival is over, so I hope it's a shut up for the pantang thing. Unfortunately, but my mind couldn't shut up about that Bloody Mary ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Mary is a spirit of a mother (often a widow) who murdered her children or a young mother whose baby stolen from her, and yeah she goes mad with grief, what else? Commit suicide. Typical And creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/93/Halloween-card-mirror-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 419px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/93/Halloween-card-mirror-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Divination&lt;/span&gt; rituals such as the one depicted on this early 20th century &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween" title="Halloween"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greeting_card" title="Greeting card"&gt;greeting card&lt;/a&gt;, where a woman stares into a mirror in a darkened room to catch a glimpse of the face of her future husband, while a witch lurks in the shadows, may be one origin of the Bloody Mary legend. However, there a chance they would see the face of the Grim Reaper instead, which means they will die as virgins......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this person's blog, and I happened to come across this----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="content"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;To summon Bloody Mary you have to go into a bathroom at the stroke of midnight and stand in front of the mirror with a lit candle and with the lights turned off. You chant her name 3 times, “Bloody Mary… Bloody Mary… Bloody Mary…” and then you shout, “I stole your baby!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then… in the mirror… you will see the face of a horribly disfigured woman — and she’ll claw your face with razor-sharp nails, leaving you just as terribly mutilated as she is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The most frightening story in the collection actually didn't       even have a ritual. Some people say that if you       walk by a mirror in total darkness, regardless of whether you       are trying to summon her or not, Bloody Mary will get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;But if you see Bloody Mary from another angle, it is a popular cocktail containing Vodka and tomato juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now don't tell me you can't sleep. I warned you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Siew Jun, now I wish you hadn't told me about the Bloody Mary story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-742226973159147762?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/742226973159147762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=742226973159147762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/742226973159147762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/742226973159147762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays....'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8647493709053993667</id><published>2008-08-09T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:55:01.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achmed The Dead Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k132/ladyfox17/Achmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k132/ladyfox17/Achmed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Achmed! The dead terrorist! And he's really hilarious. Go to youtube and watch it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He sang this song during Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh, dashing through the sand&lt;br /&gt;With a bomb strapped to my back&lt;br /&gt;I have a a nasty plan&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through Checkpoint A,&lt;br /&gt;But not through Checkpoint B&lt;br /&gt;That's when I got shot in the ass&lt;br /&gt;by the U.S. Military"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 thumbs up for this!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8647493709053993667?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8647493709053993667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8647493709053993667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8647493709053993667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8647493709053993667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/08/achmed-dead-terrorist.html' title='Achmed The Dead Terrorist'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7721154255894348150</id><published>2008-08-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:28:34.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting!</title><content type='html'>My mom went to the refrigerator, and took out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST EVERY SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fruit&lt;/span&gt; she can find, put them all in the blender, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry I can't pronounce it&lt;/span&gt;) went the machine, then she gave it to me and asked me to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It looks like.... spaghetti's sauce. Red, a little pink, with all those back black seeds in it. Yuck!!! I tasted it, and it tasted like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAPER SPLOTCHED WITH INK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather drink ginseng. This is all &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;! I tell you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;! I should have bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSURANCE&lt;/span&gt; before I drink it. But all my mom said was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, I forgot to add pineapples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7721154255894348150?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7721154255894348150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7721154255894348150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7721154255894348150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7721154255894348150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/08/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting!'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7195592270069245701</id><published>2008-08-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:10:52.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2OO8 MTV Awards</title><content type='html'>Out of all the countries, Malaysia. This year, Malaysia, will host the MTV Asia Awards for the first time. Leona Lewis coming, One Republic coming, Pussycat Dolls coming, Panic at the Disco coming.... click Five coming.  Hey in fact they all are already HERE! And I'm gonna miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7195592270069245701?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7195592270069245701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7195592270069245701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7195592270069245701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7195592270069245701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/08/2oo8-mtv-awards.html' title='2OO8 MTV Awards'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1187755589960377436</id><published>2008-07-31T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T03:27:32.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instructions :Remove one question from below and add in your own question, make it a total 20 questions. Then tag 8 people from your list. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;1000001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Will you consider sexual relationships before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Condoms are expensive, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to light a lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is the the latest gadget that you own ?&lt;br /&gt;Ipod touch. I hope next will be a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you mostly texted lately ?&lt;br /&gt;Hui Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the latest thing you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;My dad always say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR MONEY&lt;/span&gt; IS ALSO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MY MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. So how am I supposed to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Cry? It's a result of a very very angry Rou En.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many kids do you want ?&lt;br /&gt;Brats. 2 kids will be enough for the broken windows, torn cushions, huge fights, overturned tables, screaming, unlimited complaints, exasperating grumbles, incessant pestering, stolen money and a very big cane to be kept in a cupboard, which will sooner or later disappear mysteriously.  Well.... that was what happened when I was a small kid... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you CRAZY??&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.... because I think that violence is a bliss. I'm kinda crazy to do such a lame quiz anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where is the latest restaurant you had dinner?&lt;br /&gt;A restaurant located in my house's dining room. The food was boring because the menu never changes. That's because I'm the chef there. (jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;If not, how could I ever exist? How would even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;charlie &lt;/span&gt;exist?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you like your relatives ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.... Okay yes because I got a feeling they will view my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name your favourite game or sport.&lt;br /&gt;Running around like a maniac!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name the first person that comes into your mind now.&lt;br /&gt;Chad Michael Murray... yeah I know it's kinda dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SJGR4h5OHwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OHY3HfuVYLQ/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SJGR4h5OHwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OHY3HfuVYLQ/s320/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121042710929154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are the 3 dares a class geek won't do?&lt;br /&gt;1. Pretend to have a heart attack during exams&lt;br /&gt;2. Come to school drunk&lt;br /&gt;3. Flirt with the headmistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-1187755589960377436?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1187755589960377436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1187755589960377436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1187755589960377436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1187755589960377436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/instructions-remove-one-question-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SJGR4h5OHwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OHY3HfuVYLQ/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4306465717657966827</id><published>2008-07-31T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:57:22.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>When I was young I was amazing.... amazingly dumb. Why? Because I always thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clothes are made by some kind of fabric that will become smaller and smaller everyday. That's why mummy says I can't wear my old clothes anymore, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Women will get pregnant at the age of their 30s.... whether they are married or not. That's why there are so many desperate women out there dying to get married before they get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was 6, I joined Ballet classes, and I noticed that my Ballet teacher will point a remote control towards everyone before the music started. I always thought that the remote control has some kind of superpower that could control everyones brain and mind to FOCUS. I was completely oblivious that there is a disk player behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was halfway in my ballet class, a few masked men suddenly came in the studio and each of them had a knife. I seriously thought that they were people trying to give my Ballet teacher a haircut. They were holding knives... right? I didn't know they were robbers until they locked us all in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. UFOs are invented by humans... If not how do we know that UFOs have ALIENS inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Every country in the world is called Malaysia.... Just because we also call Sabah and Sarawak Malaysia. We need to ride an airplane there.....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Werewolves really exist..... if not how could they make movies out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Computer virus is the main cause of influenza. That's why mommy doesn't want me to play the computer too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah those days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4306465717657966827?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4306465717657966827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4306465717657966827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4306465717657966827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4306465717657966827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/confessions_31.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1122826391404374253</id><published>2008-07-31T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:54:55.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari koko!!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh.... Shishi (nickname for Shinobi) is so cool..... Though now learning how to use a gun is better. Just 'BANG" and you're dead. Way to go Shinobies! But why didn't they use REAL EGGS to throw at each other during the performance? (rotten eggs better) . I would love to see them throwing rotten eggs at each other..... Hah! A kitchen fight. It's goona be funny. Minus all those saucepans and pots.&lt;br /&gt;When does Shinobi ppl were fighting, I noticed that Pn. Zubi was trying hard not to laugh. Maybe she loves violence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-1122826391404374253?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1122826391404374253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1122826391404374253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1122826391404374253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1122826391404374253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/hari-koko.html' title='Hari koko!!!'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-7432144191297253788</id><published>2008-07-26T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:21:55.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday in school</title><content type='html'>Today, I found a paper, with "I love snorting" written on it. There were also tapes behind the paper, so I decided to make use of it. Snorting----- fits Keng Han the most, obviously. So I went up to him and furtively stuck the paper behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;But the paper lasted there for only a few seconds. Thanks to gravity. And Keng Han was sizzling mad at me. I yelled that I was sorry ( I forgot that En. Siva is always within his reach), but crossing my fingers behind, though. He yelled back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"WHO WROTE THIS THING!!! I'LL FIND OUT AR, I"LL FIND OUT AR!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... right after he crumpled up the paper and threw it into the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really dumb! If he wants to find out who is the "author" to the '"thing", &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY ON EARTH DID HE THROW AWAY THE PAPER?&lt;/span&gt; I think he doesn't even know that the paper is the only "evidence" he got.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in your case, CSI wanna be. Do you need some DNA samples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7432144191297253788?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7432144191297253788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7432144191297253788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7432144191297253788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7432144191297253788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-in-school.html' title='A Saturday in school'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5845439482385980500</id><published>2008-07-21T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:04:25.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.</title><content type='html'>Why must my comp's internet connection be so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; S-L-O-W&lt;/span&gt;??? Just because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;speed kills&lt;/span&gt;? It takes like...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;half a century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to load MSN!!! SLOW &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLOW&lt;/span&gt;. Even a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRUNK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; snail can be faster. Who cares about the whiskey.  I wonder, is it streamyx's fault or microsoft's fault? WHEN IS WIMAX COMING OUT, AND WHEN MY DAD WILL BUY A MAC? I think I can finish the whole math book by just waiting to sign in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By me, after departure from candy mountain, and feeling really really tempted to BANG the keyboard and throw the mouse around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-5845439482385980500?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5845439482385980500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5845439482385980500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5845439482385980500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5845439482385980500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/slow-slow-slow-slow-slow-slow-slow-slow.html' title='slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3266111248512735788</id><published>2008-07-21T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:23:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Were-rabbit</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to find that small rabbit with a bell round its neck..... and it's STILL IN THOSE FRIGGIN BUSHES! Waliao.... it's a wonder how it survived..... It must be a were- rabbit. (Minus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wallace and Gromit of course. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what my brother and I did? we took our rabbit Gillian there. At first they both stared at each others eyes.... I think the small rabbit must have been a female, because... you know... ahem..... They started "wrestling" (I'm just trying to make words easier) . I CAN'T BELIEVE my Gillian, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; times &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt; than that small rabbit, actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;! Gillian's a coward, I tell you, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coward&lt;/span&gt;. It ran under a car and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; refused &lt;/span&gt;to come out. End out my brother have to cycle home and take a broom. (He waved the broom and yelled "For Narnia!") Then we shooed Gillian out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today lol (someone la) told me that sodium nitrate entered lol's skin and lol may die.... And lol thinks it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;.  Cool right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, my parents banned me from watching Charlie!!! Why? Because of the kidney thing la!!!!  Aaaaaaaa!!! They also think Charlie is really really annoying, because I kept on singing that banana song, (when I don't have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; ear) and I kept repeating those nonsensical conversations in that video. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by me before leaving candy mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-3266111248512735788?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3266111248512735788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3266111248512735788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3266111248512735788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3266111248512735788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-rabbit.html' title='Were-rabbit'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-248465565932637640</id><published>2008-07-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:09:46.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Charlie (as in the unicorn)</title><content type='html'>Yes yes I know Charlie's cute.... go youtube and watch Charlie the unicorn if you don't know it. Sssssssshun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I heard from someone that Charlie will give bad influence to small kids, because about the kidney thing--- Charlie's kidney got stolen in the candy mountain video, so it reflects those criminals hurting people brutally for their kidneys. Yeah I heard that the Charlie video conveyed a message about taking people's kidney and stuff like that. But the conclusion is, Charlie the unicorn is inappropriate for viewing, for it is promoting violence or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know some people -- including me will strongly oppose this point of view. But seriously do you think that those two unicorns are resembling the devil, luring Charlie to misfortune? They are kinda cute anyway. Zeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SICx56hzftI/AAAAAAAAACs/lQ-V8NAbBr4/s1600-h/charlie_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SICx56hzftI/AAAAAAAAACs/lQ-V8NAbBr4/s400/charlie_2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224371176271478482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by me in Candy mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-248465565932637640?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/248465565932637640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=248465565932637640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/248465565932637640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/248465565932637640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-charlie-as-in-unicorn.html' title='About Charlie (as in the unicorn)'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SICx56hzftI/AAAAAAAAACs/lQ-V8NAbBr4/s72-c/charlie_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-574616980412019183</id><published>2008-07-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:53:54.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little lost rabbit</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw a little cute rabbit (which I'm certain it's NOT mine) hiding in a bush. Ha.... seems like I'm not the only one too careless to let rabbits out roaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little cute rabbit.... hmmm.... it has a little small bell tied around it's neck.... obviously smaller than my rabbit....perhaps 6 months gua...  and very very alert + swift. That's why I can't catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was like, a few inches away from it, the little rabbit did something it never did before. It thumped it's back leg about... 3-4 times. Rabbits do that when they are afraid....Hey, why I never see my Gillian do that before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of this small rabbit, please bring this rabbit home if you don't want your rabbit to suffer the same fate as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; rabbit......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-574616980412019183?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/574616980412019183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=574616980412019183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/574616980412019183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/574616980412019183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-lost-rabbit.html' title='Little lost rabbit'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-906234179570465024</id><published>2008-07-12T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T05:55:22.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic + Blonde jokes</title><content type='html'>Hah! I didn't know that 2 Matahari has 3 Musketeers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't been bloging for days.... but now I am so it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The science center trip was fun! Cuz we got  one day off (Bye Cik Chong! Hah at your face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specially remembered those noisy birdie scream-ing like mad in the whatever-it-is-called park. I told Cik Rozihan that we screamed like those birdies when she pinched us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to share more blonde jokes. I got it all from a website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in a small town in Arkansas. With his dummy on his knee, he starts going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde in the 4th row stands on her chair and starts shouting: "I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person. Because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes, but women in general, and all in the name of humor!" The embarrassed ventriloquist begins to apologize, and the blonde yells, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little shit on your knee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Once there were 3 people in an airplane, one took a bite out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;an apple. She thought it was too sweet so she threw it out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the plane. The second person took a bite out of a lemon and she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;thought it was too sour so, she threw it out of the plane. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the last person took a bite out of a grenade and he thought it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;was too crunchy so, he threw it out of the plane. Then they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;landed and decided to go for a walk. They first passed a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;girl who was crying and they asked, "little girl, little girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;why are you crying?" and the little girl said, "an apple came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;down and killed my new kitty". Next they passed a little boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;was also crying. And they again asked, "little boy, little boy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;why are you crying?" and the little boy said, "a lemon came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and killed my new puppy." Then they passed a blonde sitting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the side walk laughing her butt off. They asked, "why are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;laughing so hard?" and the blonde said, "I farted and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;building behind me blew up!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3rd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde went to a flight school insisting she wanted to learn to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;As all the planes were currently in use, the owner agreed to instruct her by radio on how to pilot the solo helicopter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He took her out, showed her how to start it and gave her the basics, and sent her on her way. After she climbed 1000 feet, she radioed in. "I'm doing great! I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The view is so beautiful, and I'm starting to get the hang of this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;After 2000 feet, she radioed again, saying how easy it was to fly. The instructor watched her climb over 3000 feet, and was beginning to worry that she hadn't radioed in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A few minutes later, he watched in horror as she crashed about half a mile away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He ran over and pulled her from the wreckage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When he asked what happened, she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I don't know! Everything was going fine, but as I got higher, I was starting to get cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I can barely remember anything after I turned off the big fan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;There was this bar and in the bar there was a magic mirror.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If you told a lie it would suck you in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One day a brunette walked into this bar. She walked up to the mirror and said 'I think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world' and it sucked her in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The next day a redhead walked into the bar. She walked up to the mirror and said 'I think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world' and it sucked her in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then the next day a blond walked into the bar. She walked up to the mirror and said 'I think...' and it sucked her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A brunette goes to the doctor, and says, "Doctor I'm hurting all over my body." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"That's odd", replied the doctor, "Show me what you mean" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So the girl takes her finger and pokes her elbow, and screams in pain. She touches her knee and cries in agony and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The doctor says, "You're not a natural brunette are you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"No I'm a blonde", she replies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I thought so.... your finger is broken.", replies the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-906234179570465024?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/906234179570465024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=906234179570465024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/906234179570465024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/906234179570465024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/nostalgic-blonde-jokes.html' title='Nostalgic + Blonde jokes'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8657571346177665484</id><published>2008-07-12T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:07:09.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Copy and paste this whole post.&lt;br /&gt;2) Put in your own answers.&lt;br /&gt;3) Tag 4 people&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell that 4 people that they are tagged and ask them to do it too.Start!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you like pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ugh, you make my mouth water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you prefer green or blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Green&lt;/span&gt; is the color of those yucky mosses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue. BLITZERZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Do you like homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why must you remind me about homework even when I’m online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you prefer Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus or Jonas Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Jonas Brothers!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you prefer school or tuition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You say leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you like writing stories/comics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stories? I always have the tendency to leave em’ hanging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you prefer Friendster or Facebook? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Neither. I created them to “collect dust”. Right, Hui li?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you prefer tv or computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you prefer Vanessa Hudgens or Ashley Tisdale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s like asking, Do you prefer Jack Sparrow or Johnny Depp ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you prefer HSM or HSM 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I rather see Zac Efron being booed away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag  Xian, JJ, anyone la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8657571346177665484?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8657571346177665484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8657571346177665484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8657571346177665484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8657571346177665484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3250438439460444947</id><published>2008-07-08T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:10:59.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>Ugh... As Math gets more and more difficult, and the teacher gets more and more boring. Well, that's my hypothesis. Manipulating, the the math syllabus. Responding, how much can you draw and daydream when the teacher is teaching. Constant.... the teacher. Am I right? Apparently, my guess is right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick of those loci and locus or whatever equidistant, it's so complicated! For instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sketch the loci of the boy on the slide holding his lame map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SHNXSkpvRVI/AAAAAAAAACE/fyHy7aRRneM/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SHNXSkpvRVI/AAAAAAAAACE/fyHy7aRRneM/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220612369640539474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor boy died.&lt;br /&gt;You get my point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-3250438439460444947?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3250438439460444947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3250438439460444947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3250438439460444947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3250438439460444947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/07/math.html' title='Math'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SHNXSkpvRVI/AAAAAAAAACE/fyHy7aRRneM/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1065932999225746056</id><published>2008-06-30T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:05:19.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't call it life for nothing</title><content type='html'>I felt so upset losing a friend, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough for fate. Today, I found out that my rabbit Thumper died while it went out for another "adventure" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from school, I was "greeted" by the news of Thumper's brutal death---it got squashed by a neighbor's car. Chills me whenever I think about it. The neighbor apologised profusely, but reality still remains.... reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Thumper for 3 friggin years, and now POOF it's gone. (I think my another rabbit Gillian must have been a psychic,  for it didn't follow Thumper out.)  Ugh, too upset to write anymore. Miss you, Thumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SGisQd3dtlI/AAAAAAAAABk/kxvjgI1qAWc/s1600-h/thumper_pillow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SGisQd3dtlI/AAAAAAAAABk/kxvjgI1qAWc/s400/thumper_pillow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217609567203866194" 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/8268256542577072381-1065932999225746056?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1065932999225746056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1065932999225746056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1065932999225746056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1065932999225746056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-much-just-too-much.html' title='We don&apos;t call it life for nothing'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SGisQd3dtlI/AAAAAAAAABk/kxvjgI1qAWc/s72-c/thumper_pillow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2581717392885858486</id><published>2008-06-27T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:31:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, my dear friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was flabbergasted when I heard such an abrupt news today in school. I can't imagine how merciless and unpredictable death can be. It was really devastating  to loose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was the overwhelming guilt and grief that took over my emotions. The guilt for not communicating more with Jia Yuen.   The guilt for not treasuring the friendship. Today I just went to his funeral with my friends, dragging along the unpleasant atmosphere together with us. I remembered the first time I saw him, waiting anxiously in the gloomy classroom for school to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Jia Yuen. Farewell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2581717392885858486?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2581717392885858486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2581717392885858486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2581717392885858486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2581717392885858486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/farewell-my-dear-friend.html' title='Farewell, my dear friend'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8542036467530905540</id><published>2008-06-26T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:44:10.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the newsletter</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I received a PIBG newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hasil daripada Post Mortem Malam Bakat 2oo7, terdapat beberapa masalah disiplin telah timbul. Antaranya berikut:&lt;br /&gt;1. Terdapat pelajar yang pulang lewat... blablabla&lt;br /&gt;2.Terdapat pelajar yang membawa rakan dari luar.....Mereka didapati merokok dan berkelakuan     tidak sopan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doesn't mean those students wont do the same on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bakat. Can't you see that you are spoiling the fun? The "mood" won't be there if you hold the school concert in a MORNING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:   &lt;/span&gt;Apakah rasional membina pondok bacaan, gazebo dan "fountain"?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;   Untuk mewujudkan keadaan persekitaran yang lebih kondusif dan selesa......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;mewujudkan keadaan persekitaran yang lebih kondusif dan selesa, you should not neglect the MAINTENANCE . Are you aware that there's no water supply in the toilets! I rather the school spend money on rationalities such as maintenance or BASKETBALL COURT. It's really extravagant to spend such a large amount of money on so much botanical stuff.  Where is the kesederhanaan-ness?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;:  Bolehkah sesi dialog antara pihak sekolah dan ibu bapa diadakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;:  Sebarang pertanyaan atau cadangan boleh dikemeukaan secara terus kepada       Pengetua di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yea right. Secara terus, you'll be disappointed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mengapa ada kes di mana anak pertama belajar di sekolah ini tetapi anak kedua tidak dapat masuk ke sekolah ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;:   (We have too much students.......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(With such a racist pengetua, who would want to enroll their children in anymore?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8268256542577072381-8542036467530905540?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8542036467530905540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8542036467530905540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8542036467530905540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8542036467530905540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-newsletter.html' title='About the newsletter'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4747756361787338371</id><published>2008-06-23T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:12:39.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My rabbits are thieves!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, my mom bought back apples from the market, and as usual,  my maid will soak all those apples in a big basin in the wet kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, my maid put that big basin with those apples in it on the kitchen floor. Aha! My rabbit's sharp eyes saw it. What a perfect opportunity. A brilliant plan unfolded in their small brain. Are you thinking what I am thinking?&lt;br /&gt;My rabbit Gillian sneaked in the kitchen (while another waited outside) when my maid busied herself in other stuff. Haha. She's not looking~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gillian went to the big red basin and WALA! So many beautiful red red apples rrrrright in front.  Delicious and juicy. Before you could even blink, one apple's GONE. Where is it? The rabbits were busily munching it outside. Wait a minute, you didn't pay for it! Ha! Caught you red handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those greedy little pigs. Hmph, see if there's a next time you can get a free apple. Oink oink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4747756361787338371?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4747756361787338371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4747756361787338371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4747756361787338371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4747756361787338371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-rabbits-are-thieves.html' title='My rabbits are thieves!!!'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-439855299143191190</id><published>2008-06-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:53:06.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imperfect amateurs</title><content type='html'>Sexism. You see that almost everyday. Especially in school. Especially when you fight for the right to have the basketball court. Those form fives, precluded us from playing basketball during pjk period today, even though we arrived earlier that them! Since when early birds can't get the good stuff? How injustice this world can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo yin and Hui li complained to Pn Aminah, but what she said was: "Actually I came because I want you all to do science peka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~what the~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point having contretemps with those form fives--- it's a sexist and AGIST world after all. So, we ended up playing football. And we really s*ck in it. But we're compelled to. How can we kick well, when we can't even manage to kick Ilyas de annoying out of 2 Matahari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone find a sponsor please! Why should the school spend such a large amount of money for beautification? I rather see a new BASKETBALL COURT than PONDOKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-439855299143191190?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/439855299143191190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=439855299143191190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/439855299143191190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/439855299143191190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/imperfect-amateurs_23.html' title='imperfect amateurs'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2876970813219708153</id><published>2008-06-22T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:06:45.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house of wax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/Q/E/6/houseofwaxposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 526px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/Q/E/6/houseofwaxposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't expect someone could make something so funny out of this gruesome movie poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SGNb7gjwGOI/AAAAAAAAABU/ctuTHg5YNyo/s1600-h/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 538px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SGNb7gjwGOI/AAAAAAAAABU/ctuTHg5YNyo/s400/garfield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216113871335463138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ROUEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2876970813219708153?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2876970813219708153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2876970813219708153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2876970813219708153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2876970813219708153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-of-wax.html' title='house of wax'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SGNb7gjwGOI/AAAAAAAAABU/ctuTHg5YNyo/s72-c/garfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-5481155538715198801</id><published>2008-06-19T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:19:55.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again</title><content type='html'>LIST OUT YOUR TOP 10 FRIENDS BY ORDER OF RANK&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hui Li&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siew Jun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soo Yin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhou Ling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xin ling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kadri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I didn't list it out by rank. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CURRENTLY LONESOME OR MR/MS POPULAR -&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BEST FRIEND OR A FEW GOOD BUDDIES -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE OF HUNGER OR BRUTALLY MURDERED -&lt;br /&gt;Brutally murdered, so my murderer can get the worst of it when I haunt him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY EX-GIRLFRIENDS/BOYFRIENDS -&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND -&lt;br /&gt;Hah! As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT DITCHED BY YOUR FRIEND -&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DITCHED YOUR FRIEND -&lt;br /&gt;Only if they provoke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY THINKING -&lt;br /&gt;Why am I answering such a lame question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;LIKED SOMEONE YOU SHOULDN'T -&lt;br /&gt;Aha! I can't help that, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INJURED SOMEONE -&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURT SOMEONE'S FEELINGS -&lt;br /&gt;It's inescapable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILLED SOMEONE -&lt;br /&gt;If yes, I'll be in jail, and do you think I still can be blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISSED YOUR BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND -&lt;br /&gt;I SAID, I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRIED OVER A CRUSH -&lt;br /&gt;Why should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATED SOMEONE BUT PRETENDED TO BE NICE -&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG 5 PEOPLE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;1. Siew Jun&lt;br /&gt;2. Anyone&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyone&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/8268256542577072381-5481155538715198801?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5481155538715198801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=5481155538715198801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5481155538715198801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/5481155538715198801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4580762206764233013</id><published>2008-06-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:30:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low--- when you translate it to bm</title><content type='html'>I suddenly had the notion to translate Low by Flo Rida. I translated them by using a website, whichcertainly proved that human brains are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Translated lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"LOW"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ai bukan tidak kelihatan nuthin kehendak itu membuatku pergi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crazy all night spendin my dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Semalaman gila ini spendin doh saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mempunyai sejuta dolar vibe dan sebiji botol untuk pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Hari jadi Dem kuih-kuih, mencuri mereka pertunjukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sexual, she was flexible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;juga seksual, dia adalah fleksibel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professional, drinkin X and ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Profesional, drinkin X dan ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Membuat tunggu sebentar, boleh saya melihat apa saya berfikir saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I think I seen shorty get low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   Adakah saya berfikir saya dilihat pendek dapat rendah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ain't the same when it's up that close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ai bukan serupa apabila ia adalah atas yang hampir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it rain, I'm makin it snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Berjaya menghujani, saya merupakan makin ia salji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work the pole, I got the bank roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  Bekerja kutub, saya mendapat senarai tebing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma say that I prefer them no clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   Imma mengatakan bahawa saya suka mereka baju-baju tiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm into that, I love women exposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Saya merupakan ke dalam yang, saya suka wanita terdedah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4580762206764233013?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4580762206764233013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4580762206764233013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4580762206764233013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4580762206764233013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/low-when-you-translate-it-to-bm.html' title='Low--- when you translate it to bm'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8486490811014477468</id><published>2008-06-13T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:33:37.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is an unlucky day for all the superstitious people out there. Last year there were two friday the 13ths-- April and July. My rabbit broke it's leg on a Friday the 13th last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, only June has Friday the 13th. (Is it a good thing or bad thing?)  Wikipedia said that in &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;numerology&lt;/span&gt;, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve recognized signs of the zodiac, the twelve tribes of Israel, the twelve &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Apostles&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus, etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, transgressing this completeness. There is also a &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;superstition&lt;/span&gt;, thought by some to derive from the &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_Supper" title="Last Supper"&gt;Last supper&lt;/a&gt;, that having thirteen people seated at a table will result in the death of one of the diners.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; About Friday&lt;/span&gt;, it was the day on which &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_Christ" class="mw-redirect" title="Jesus Christ"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt; was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crucifixion" title="Crucifixion"&gt;crucified&lt;/a&gt;. Nice..... I'm still considered as thirteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking! I not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; superstitious actually. I found out that I did kinda baaaaad in PJK this morning. I'll take it as coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-8486490811014477468?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8486490811014477468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=8486490811014477468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8486490811014477468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/8486490811014477468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th!!!!'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2911828416449357042</id><published>2008-06-12T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:34:20.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Sorry. No pictures. I don't know what's wrong with my phone's memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 78 for civic          ---the result of not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt; the civic text book.&lt;br /&gt;About seni, I got 71 ---the result of not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; the text book&lt;br /&gt;Pjk, I got 58            ---the result of not bothering to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; the questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam over, mid year holidays over, now I got CIVIC PROJECT to worry about. Ugh, I hate to remind myself about that. Now what are we going to do? Take pictures of ourselves cleaning the science lab... How &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;. Hui Li's been complaining about her hair... Seriously, I don't think her hair is weird! You see---if I say her hair is weird, I'm lying then, but if I say it's not weird, she won't believe it! I can't remember who suggested that everyone cut their hair as short as Hui Li's, and she'll look less weird then. Well, if everyone do that, make sure they knock one of their teeth out too. :-)  Argh. Stu*id tooth fairy story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today Pn Aminah gave us another thing to worry about. Science project. All those invertebrates and vertebrates strikes back... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-2911828416449357042?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2911828416449357042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=2911828416449357042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2911828416449357042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/2911828416449357042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6610236179724374005</id><published>2008-06-12T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:34:57.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te-ACHE-rs</title><content type='html'>IN my school, there are two Chongs- both of them are Ciks (Cik, not chick) and teaches Chinese. The only way to discriminate them is to call them according to their body size- either fat or skinny. This year, skinny Chong is my Chinese teacher and she's super strict in marking our test paper.  It goes worse if she&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; the one who sets the test paper. The questions , are ready to rrrrip you off any second. It's like, you choose the answer for the question, and it sound so correct, but actually, it's not. Then *POOH*! There  goes your marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this poem when I was reading a storybook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'You're old, father William,' the young man said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'And your hair has become very white;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet you  incessantly stand on your head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think at your age it is right?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'In my youth' Father William said to his son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I feared it might injure the brain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, now I'm perfectly sure I have none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why, I do it again and again.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I kept on thinking that this Father William is like one of my teachers in school. ( It's not that she incessantly stands on her head- she certainly has no brains.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End ShoutMix --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-6610236179724374005?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6610236179724374005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6610236179724374005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6610236179724374005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6610236179724374005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-my-school-there-are-two-chongs-both.html' title='Te-ACHE-rs'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-3723070193554678894</id><published>2008-06-12T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:02:10.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged with silly questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Name 5 Friends Of The Opposite Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-how old are they?&lt;br /&gt;-where are they currently?&lt;br /&gt;-How long have you known them?&lt;br /&gt;-tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1) Jarrod Joshua… the one who tagged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-14&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm… Aha!!! BU6&lt;br /&gt;-6 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Didn’t&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;REALLY&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;knew him last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2) Kadri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-14&lt;br /&gt;-Er…. Somewhere in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;-6 months&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3)Timothy Teh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-14&lt;br /&gt;-Not sure…. Somewhere near Hei Zel’s hse&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-18 months &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jeffrey Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-14&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- TTDI&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-6 months &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5)Lee Yan Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-14&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Somewhere on earth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;-6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Would You Rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Party with (1-JJ) or (5-Yan Yi)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ. Why? cuz i don't know where Yan Yi's house is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Marry (2-Kadri) or (4-Jeff)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth…. How do you think I’m gonna answer this when I can’t even decide what ice cream flavour should I choose?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Make out with (3-Tim) or (5-Yan Yi)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absurd question which deserves an absurd answer. That was the absurd answer. *Absurd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Date (1-JJ) or (2-Kadri)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ ‘s “not available” and no way I’m dating Kaddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;* Kill(1- JJ) or (3-Tim)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Cuddle with (2-Kadri) or (5-YanYi)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh WHY didn’t&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I put&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;someone I cuter? (jokin)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Have kids with (3-Tim) or (4-Jeff)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not a goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Live with (1-JJ) or (3-Tim)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim. Cuz he has a cute little brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Be stuck on an island with (2-Kadri) or (5-Yan Yi)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadri. He’ll sing his kebab song non stop, and I won’t feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Have (3-Tim) ever hurt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES YES YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Have you ever hurt (4-Jeff)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Sorry for that. You’re not a loser, Jeff. But you’re not a winner though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Who is the funniest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Can you beat up (5-Yan Yi)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you ant me to end up with bruises and scratches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;* When is the last time you saw (2-Kadri)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;* Who's the smartest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…. Could be JJ. But he wasn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; smart to tag me, and ending me up with these questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*How long have you known (5-Yan Yi)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;* Who is (3- Tim) dating/crushing on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I KNOW I KNOW!!!! ... But &lt;i style=""&gt;h&lt;/i&gt;e’ll be the one who kills me if I say it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;++Who Has The Better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys don’t smile as frequent as gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has the best attitude. For being annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadri. He sings almost everyday in class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Clothes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;None of them wears Prada &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Whoa, after tormenting me with all those questions, you still want MORE people to be end up like me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;CommercialScript BT&amp;quot;;"&gt;In your dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-3723070193554678894?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3723070193554678894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=3723070193554678894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3723070193554678894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/3723070193554678894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-with-silly-questions.html' title='Tagged with silly questions'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-4714493202369946044</id><published>2008-06-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:37:02.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-tish-oo, I need tissue!!!</title><content type='html'>Have been sneezing all day long... I felt so bad for using so much tissues. If you convert the number of tissues i used today into US Dollars, i think it's enough to buy an iphone. Ugh, maybe it's because I was silly enough to play in the rain yesterday. I don't know how many trees I killed. Are there such things as recyclable tissues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, he's so busy about his environment things. So if you got anything about the environment, just shoot it over. He also found out today that he shares the same birth date as Leona Lewis. Too bad its not the same year or he can become my driver already. =D And I'm listening to her song right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-4714493202369946044?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4714493202369946044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=4714493202369946044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4714493202369946044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/4714493202369946044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/06/tish-oo-i-need-tissue.html' title='A-tish-oo, I need tissue!!!'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-2630958939667853410</id><published>2008-05-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:42:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying EVERYTHING in my point of view</title><content type='html'>My lipases in my duodenum and small intestine were kinda active since the day I went to training in a school, and I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; CRAVING&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beef&lt;/span&gt;. My taste buds have been living hell for four days, and about my stomach, it ached on the second last day of training, thanks to the bad bad mood of the cook. I should have known better. School food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; got to be school food, especially when school cooks doesn't know the difference between salt and stones. It'll probably be worse when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOUPS&lt;/span&gt; tasted more like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOAPS&lt;/span&gt;,  (noticed the difference?) thus increasing my trips to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got to indulge my taste buds in beef and cakes yesterday. I like beef a lot, it's like sending your taste buds to heaven. Okay , I won't say anymore because there's a lot of people out there who can't eat beef because of their religious concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a kid about five years old playing with a MAC yesterday in star bucks. MAC!!! I was so envious, I almost turned&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. Everybody knows that buying a Mac can save your keyboard (or maybe your mouse)  from being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banged&lt;/span&gt;, for Macs doesn't hang as much as Microsoft.  Yeah it also saves time, (Mac can run faster than Microsoft, and it's virus free) but unfortunately, it doesn't saves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;money. &lt;/span&gt;You can buy like, 3-4 hand phones if you don't buy a Mac. Talking about Apple's animations, whoa, I think you should go to an apple store and check it out yourself. Fabulous. But don't look at the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm exaggerating a little (Microsoft isn't that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;actually), but I know even Bill Gates won't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; me a Mac (of course, he supports Microsoft).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to weigh my rabbits, and it weighs like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-4&lt;/span&gt; kg!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rabbit&lt;/span&gt;! Hard to believe. Well, it was even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; to make my rabbit stay STILL on the weighing scale. It took me quite a long time to read the measurement properly on the scale, for the scale is so small, and my rabbit is so big sized. And fat. Last year, when I went to the rabbit farm in Bukit Tinggi with my friends,and I thought that those rabbits there are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;. Now I know those rabbits are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; skinny, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my rabbits &lt;/span&gt;that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of the factor that explains my rabbits weight is their daily diet. Four to five meals a day, when some people only have two or three. (Since when rabbits live better than humans?) Whenever my rabbits are hungry, they'll follow me around like paparazzies. They don't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to make any noise or say anything, the two pairs of big, shinny and brown eyes did all those pleadings. Fine. The next second, I was feeding them. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my rabbits out of the cage (not every evening, it's out in my garden almost every time) so they can run around freely. Problem is, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; run around freely. Maybe my rabbits are so stu*id until they don't even know that I let them out in my garden because I want them to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;. What they do is eat eat eat, and sleep, sleep, sleep. Sounds like a life of a pig. I wonder.... is there any treadmill for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rabbits&lt;/span&gt;? Maybe I should borrow Hui Li's dog for one day and chase my rabbits around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I saw this hilarious video in youtube. It's My Chemical Romance's Helena. 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Not even a single dot of sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When undercover investigators made their way onto Chinese fur farms recently, they found that many animals are still alive and struggling desperately when workers flip them onto their backs or hang them up by their legs or tails to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt; them. When workers on these farms begin to cut the skin and fur from an animal's leg, the free limbs kick and writhe. Workers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stomp on the necks and heads of animals&lt;/span&gt; who struggle too hard to allow a clean cut.       When the fur is finally peeled off over the animals' heads, their naked, bloody bodies are thrown onto a pile of those who have gone before them. Some are still alive, breathing in ragged gasps and blinking slowly. Some of the animals' hearts are still beating 5 to 10 minutes after they are skinned. I wonder how they managed to record this... it's so... ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.peta.org/swf/fur_farm.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" height="255" width="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furisdead.com/pledge-furfree.asp?c=cfsv"&gt;Pledge to go fur-free at PETA.org.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they are skinned alive, animals are pulled from their cages and thrown to the ground; workers bludgeon them with metal rods or slam them on hard surfaces, causing broken bones and convulsions but not always immediate death. Animals watch helplessly as workers make their way down the row.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;            On these farms, foxes, minks, rabbits, and other animals pace and shiver in outdoor wire cages, exposed to driving rain, freezing nights, and, at other times, scorching sun. Mother animals, who are driven crazy from rough handling and intense confinement and have nowhere to hide while giving birth, often kill their babies after delivering litters. Disease and injuries are widespread, and animals suffering from anxiety-induced psychosis chew on their own limbs and throw themselves repeatedly against the cage bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The globalization of the fur trade has made it impossible to know where fur products come from. Skins move through international auction houses and are purchased and distributed to manufacturers around the world, and finished goods are often exported. &lt;em&gt;China supplies more than half of the finished fur garments imported for sale in the United States&lt;/em&gt;. Even if a fur garment's label says it was made in a European country, the animals were likely raised and slaughtered elsewhere—possibly on an unregulated Chinese fur farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a fur's origin can't be traced, anyone who wears any fur at all shares the blame for the horrific conditions on Chinese fur farms. The only way to prevent such unimaginable cruelty is never to wear &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin ShoutMix - http://www.shoutmix.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="rouenakajean" src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/?rouenakajean" width="160" height="400" frameborder="0" scrolling="auto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www4.shoutmix.com/?rouenakajean"&gt;View shoutbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoutmix.com" title="Get your own free shoutbox chat widget at ShoutMix!"&gt;Free chat widget @ ShoutMix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End ShoutMix --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-7299078159695910622?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7299078159695910622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=7299078159695910622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7299078159695910622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/7299078159695910622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad-story-to-dog-lovers.html' title='A sad story to dog lovers'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-6481493212417959422</id><published>2008-05-28T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:15:46.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-U-R-I-O-U-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING! THIS BLOG HAS NO HUMOR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; angry&lt;/span&gt; blogs are boring but it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from training today.... and was I so ever angry and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, in training, someone wanted us to memorize a paragraph from a book, and we can recite it in front of everyone on the last day of training (without looking at the book) in order to receive a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reward&lt;/span&gt; from that someone. So I spent like how many seconds of my life to remember that long long paragraph, and it's even harder than remembering sejarah. But I finally succeeded to remember that long long paragraph, but not everyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciated &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with a group of gals to recite the paragraph, and some  id*ots   said that I was lip-syncing like Britney Spears .  Some people think that I was not reciting the paragraph, and I'm just using that bunch of gals to get credit. When I heard this, I didn't feel sad or hurt, I felt extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;. Furious. Who do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;they think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;am? A wanna-be-pretender? A desperate- for-present-freak? Frankly, I didn't even get the whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;present. &lt;/span&gt;I mean, I  put &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so much effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and wasted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to remember that paragraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; think  that I'm lip-syncing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I feel really angry. Do you know how much I sacrificed for this training? And now i went there just to get so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  Great, that's just  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SO GREAT&lt;/span&gt;. Now I've came back, just to find out that I'm so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out-dated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;left out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of EVERYTHING. I read Hui Li's blog and I felt so envious. I didn't know so many interesting stuff could happen when I'm gone for 4 days only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people cried in training, for today's the last day, and I found it so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  That's simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAGGERATING&lt;/span&gt;! What's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; point too cry?  Too much tears? They felt so heavy to leave, yet I feel so happy to leave that place. Is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; problem or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I can't help but feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.I have always thought that training is a mental enjoyment but a physical torture. Now, I think it's a physical torture and mental torture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin ShoutMix - http://www.shoutmix.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="rouenakajean" src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/?rouenakajean" width="160" height="400" frameborder="0" scrolling="auto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www4.shoutmix.com/?rouenakajean"&gt;View shoutbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoutmix.com" title="Get your own free shoutbox chat widget at ShoutMix!"&gt;Free chat widget @ ShoutMix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End ShoutMix --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8268256542577072381-6481493212417959422?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6481493212417959422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=6481493212417959422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6481493212417959422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/6481493212417959422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/05/f-u-r-i-o-u-s.html' title='F-U-R-I-O-U-S'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-1417845665653820573</id><published>2008-05-23T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:40:51.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escapade</title><content type='html'>Last day of exams.....I flunked Kh and PJK. I hardly even&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; toched &lt;/span&gt;the Kh text book, (I'm not exaggerating) about PJK, hahaha.... During Kh exam, I can't answer most of the questions, but I just kept on reminding myself that as long the answer sounds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;, it'll most probably be the wrong answer. Sometimes this really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJK was worse. I was so fed-up with reading all those questions so I just tembak the whole paper, like everyone did. Mostly I'll choose the longest answer. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; point of view, PJK is just a paper for me to practice my tembaking skills and to become my drawing book. I was tired of drawing nothing but hand phones and Macs, so I drew some emo people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keng Han actually studies PJK!!! Today Keng Han asked Soo Yin whether she studied PJK or not, and she sarcastically said she did. Keng Han foolishly believed, and that kia shu was so shocked to hear that Soo Yin "studied" PJK, so he STRAIGHT AWAY rushed to his seat and furiously begin to read the PJK text book. Poor guy. Desperate for number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today I noticed that the squeaky PJK teacher En. Salahuddin wears a Gucci belt. GUCCI! GUCCI! Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;"m not that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt;.  But I doubts it's real. Well, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Hui Min, Abi, Xian, Rittie (she followed us for a while), Siew Jun, Soo Yin, Hui Li and I went to 1u. Yeah we did a lot of SHOPPING, but at the same time our money was "disappearing" slowly.... but who cares? We had fun. Now Sj, Sy are staying over at Hui Li's, and I can't go because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; training. I think I'm starting to miss them. Anyway, I think I owe them money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my sis birthday, and I'm gonna MISS IT. I was actually supposed to be the DJ in that party, but too baad I must attend the training. Never mind. That'll just a party with little kids screaming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun in 1u today.... happy b'day to xian, soo yin and kadri, even though your birthday's over for quite a long while...but never mind. Oh and happy birthday to my sis. Thanks for throwing me the tennis ball that hit my head in tennis class today. If my brain is damaged, i guess everyone knows who's responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time hanging out with mataharians.... last time I went to 1u with different people, but now they are living in their own lives...and maybe becoming more snobbish. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin ShoutMix - http://www.shoutmix.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="rouenakajean" src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/?rouenakajean" width="160" height="400" frameborder="0" scrolling="auto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www4.shoutmix.com/?rouenakajean"&gt;View shoutbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoutmix.com" title="Get your own free shoutbox chat widget at ShoutMix!"&gt;Free chat widget @ ShoutMix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End ShoutMix --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268256542577072381-1417845665653820573?l=overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1417845665653820573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268256542577072381&amp;postID=1417845665653820573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1417845665653820573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268256542577072381/posts/default/1417845665653820573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overflowinginnocence.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-escapade.html' title='The Great Escapade'/><author><name>Rou En</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551679799226836508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhzW7Qh3sGI/SzDIes8rGCI/AAAAAAAAALE/v6m-shYSSkA/S220/swweeet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268256542577072381.post-8145941103786977934</id><published>2008-05-22T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:21:46.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About KH and PJK</title><content type='html'>What I wrote in the evening, continued at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the 22nd of May year 2008, 6.03pm, and i have....15 hours and 33 minutes, 55980 seconds more to study Kemahiran Hidup. 55979, 55978.... Ugh. I think&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eng&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt;an is as IRRITATING as&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; K&lt;/span&gt;emahiran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;idup. (Don't get offended, Kingdom Hearts isn't irritating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not be surprised if Keng Han is a compound of ammonia and chloroform. I mean, he's really really irritating! Not to mention kia shu. He studies seni like a mad cow when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't even have the text book&lt;/span&gt;. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying here that we shouldn't study seni. Maybe seni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; important and we have to study, but... not like Keng Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll have to sit for the Kemahiran Hidup exam, and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; even touched the text book. Maybe I'll add a "yet" behind.  I've always disliked to study all those pipes or whatever puting hexagon or nanogon or eragon. Those functions and ciri-ciri of those pipes just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;slip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of my mind the moment i put it in. Why must we study all those pipes? They all look the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and those accounts. I made up my mind &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;to become an accountant when I grow up. If I ever need one, I'll just hire Keng Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJK paper is also tomorrow. PJK isn't silly, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; silly. Even CHINESE isn't that silly.  PJK exams are nothing but a waste of paper and time. I wonder how many poor birdies lost their homes because of the need of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paper  &lt;/span&gt;for PJK exams. If there's such thing as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paper revolution&lt;/span&gt;, I think I'll have to blame the inventors of PJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone, in your coming exams and happy remembering all those names of pipes and accounts. 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What makes Thumper so "special" is that it likes to go out. Not out to my house's garden. Out, to other's people's houses.  It even shits there and destroys other people's plants. I tried to stop it from going out but Thumper is even smarter than me. It bit a hole in the wire-netting that my dad tied on our house's gate. And out it goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again, &lt;/span&gt;leaving me to spend half and hour to find a&lt;br /&gt;little brown rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumper is really bad in choosing houses for its "second home". It chose (ex)YB Datin Paduka Chew Mei Fun's house to be it's second home. Oh no. It went there, shit there, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had to face the embarrassment. Well, YB didn't scold me, but i felt so bad. But now she's just a little emo after losing her seat in wherever. Now she's no more YB. You know. Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Thumper went out again. This time, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; lucky. A security guard caught it and wanted to "throw" it out of my residential area, Aman Suria (which isn't exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt;). And you know what is outside Aman Suria? Kampung Chempaka (did i spell it right?). What can you see in a kampung? Stray dogs. Zillions of them. All of them will be always in a mood for RABBITS. Motorcyclists that are half blind and won't even notice a small little  rabbit crossing the road. And if people from kampung eats dogs and rats, I don't see the point why they shouldn't eat rabbits.  Thumper'd have a very slim chance to live. Maybe it'll become fried satay in 5 minutes flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Thumper wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; lucky, but it's still got lucky anyway. A worker in Aman Suria, (I think he's a maintainance worker) Encik Dolah took it back to his home in Klang. What made Thumper &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUCKIER &lt;/span&gt;was, there's something in En. Dolah's house that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;male rabbit will wish for. Yup, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; rabbit. So I guess you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my mom's communicating skills, she found out that Thumper was far far away from home in Klang. So after Thumper spent 3 wonderful days with his new-found-wife, En. Dolah took it back home and was Thumper was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Weeks later, Thumper's wife in Klang gave birth to (i think 9) baby rabbits. En Dolah offered to give some of them to us, but my mom refused because it'll be A NIGHTMARE to look for so many rabbits after discovering that there's a hole in the wire netting on the gate. But still, those baby rabbits have Thumper's DNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Thumper grown old, and both of its ears sagged down. I don't know what disease is that, but i call it a loppy-wanna-be disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Gillian... hmmm... my neighbor has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; rabbit (well, this is what my neighbor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;), but i don't think it's a female. Why? Don't ask. My mom sent Gillian to my neighbor's rabbit for a day, but I really don't think my neighbor's rabbit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a female. I don't want my rabbit to be like Elton John! Sometimes it's hard to determine a rabbits gender. Okay. 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