<?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-3284855713114576960</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:02:44.470+08:00</updated><category term='tagged'/><category term='boredom disorders'/><category term='plain stupid'/><category term='school'/><category term='life'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>° »»"another blog for the random"««°</title><subtitle type='html'>° »»"where retard meets retard material"««°</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-878422101968363015</id><published>2010-08-25T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:26:19.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>° »»"Oh My"««°</title><content type='html'>Oh My. I havn't seen this blog in like 2 years? I read through all my posts, laughing at some, gawking at others. Was i really that rascist LOL? SUUPER rascist blog HAHAHA! Mr.BN, you're not so bad la, just try not to FUCKING SUCK THE LIVES OUT OF BUMIPUTRA PEOPLE OKAY? NEMU? OH SORRY, DID I JUST SPEAK IBAN TO YOU? WHY DON'T YOU THROW ME IN LOCKUP FOR A FEW DAYS AND FINE ME RM50 LIKE YOU DO TO EVERYONE ELSE IN YOUR FANTASTIC EFFORTS TO HELP THE COUNTRY. 1 MALAYSIA SUMORE LA! 1 MALAYSIA 1 MALAYSIA. IF IT'S SO 1 MALAYSIA WHY DON'T YOU GIVE SARAWAK A FAIR SHARE OF MALAYSIA'S MONEY AND ACTUALLY HELP US OUT HERE? YAAAAA, MALAYSIA BERKEMBANG PESAT... KEMBANG HIDUNG ONLY LA YOU. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, i still gots it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-878422101968363015?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/878422101968363015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=878422101968363015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/878422101968363015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/878422101968363015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my.html' title='° »»&quot;Oh My&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-2945352947509036839</id><published>2008-11-18T03:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T04:31:37.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>° »»"tagged by kenainarz"««°</title><content type='html'>Rule 1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continuing this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;lol, this is the dumbest question i've ever heard. oh no, no, i dont have secrets oh, no no no no.....nobody has secrets oh...oh im so lifeless that i have no secrets, no, i have nothing, nope. nothing at all....oh nooooOOooOOOooOOOOOOoooOoOoOOOOooo i dont have secrets....nnnOOoooOOoOOOooOOOooooOoooOooOOOOooooOOOOOOOOooo..... OF COURSE LA YOU STUPID ISSIT WHAT KINDA QUESTION IS THIS??? CARI GADUH ISSIT??? KAYAN PEOPLE CANNOT HAVE SECRET ISSIT??? THE GOVERNMENT CANNOT TAHAN SECRETS ISSIT?? MUST HAVE ALL OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION ISSIT???? THE ABU ISMAIL WHAT WHAT WHAT MUST KNOW ALL ABOUT US SO WE CANNOT LARI MALAYSIA WHEN THE GOVERNMENT FALLS ISSIT???? I LOVE RABBITS!!!! GEEERRRAAAMMMM !!!!!! STOP ASKING DUMB QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!! FARGASCHAGALAGA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;OH no, nonononononononono, we cannot fall in love with girls younger than us because its against the law ohhh.we cannot oh... NOoooOooOOOooOOOoooOOOooo i wouldn't fall in love with a girl younger than me. i want an older girl ohhhh. cannot have younger girl ohhh.....JUST BECAUSE IM BUMIPUTRA I CANNOT HAVE YOUNGER GIRLS ISSIT??? SAVE ALL THE GIRLS FOR GOVERNMENT STAFF ISSIT???? ISSIT??? YOU SCARED BUMI PEOPLE HAVE NEXT GENERATION ISSIT??? YOU JUST WANT US TO HAVE ALL THE OLD WOMEN SO WE CANNOT HAVE KIDS TO CONTINUE OUR BLOODLINE ISSIT???? SO THAT IN THE FUTURE THE ONLY RAKYAT IS GOVERNMENT STAFF ISSIT???? OH, THIS IS A JOB APPLICATION...ARE YOU WILLING TO WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT??? NO?? OK....NEXT PLEASE...LIKE THAT ISSIT??? SEE MY NAME KENAIDY ADAN STRAIGHT AWAY I CANNOT HAVE YOUNGER GIRL ISSIT??? YOU STUPID GOVERNMENT WORKERS GO MAKE A CITY IN GUA MULU LA YOU.......WARISAN TRADISIONAL Y'ALL GO CRAZY OVER IT RIGHT??? KAYAN PEOPLE JUST DIE LA RIGHT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to college? is this an insult? who freaggin started this whole tagging thing? who freaggin came up with these questions?? are these specifically targetted questions because NOOOO.....I CAN'T ENJOY GOING TO COLLEGE BACUASE IM UNEDUCATED AND I LIVE IN HEAPS OF SOIL!!! I CAN'T AFFORD TO GO COLLEGE RIGHT???? RIGHT RIGHT?? COZ IM BUMI RIGHT? YOU HATE BUMI PEOPLE RIGHT?? GOVERMENT CANNOT TAHAN TO SEE KAYAN PEOPLE GO OVERSEAS RIGHT??? EVERYTHING POLITICAL IS RACE BASED RIGHT??? I CANNOT GO COLLEGE RIGHT?? MY ONLY HOPE IS TO JALA IKAN RIGHT??? YOU FREAGGIN GOVERNMENT GASSHOLES* WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE!!! GO AWAY!!! RENTAP DIDN'T DIE FOR NOTHING!!! YOU THINK I ONLY KOW SUMPIT BURUNG ISSIT??? HELLO KENAIDY, DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT?? YESI DO, WHERE DO YOU HAVE N MIND? OH I DON'T KNOW.....MAYBE IN THE TREES SOMEHERE FOR UNEDUCATED BUMI PEOPLE!!!???!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;i would bury it underground. because i don't know what to do with money. oohhh nooo... i've never held money before in my life oooohhh. i got 10 ringgit from my parents on my birthday and i folded it into a paper aeroplane oooohhhh. what to do with money ooohhhh.. GEE I DON'T KNOW MAYBE BUILD A LONGHOUSE??? RIGHT??? THATS WHAT THE GOVERNMENT WANTS RIGHT????????? MAKE MORE LONGHOUSES FOR THE WHITE PEOPLE TO SEE, COME ON KELABIT PEOPLE GET WORKING!! RIGHT??? THATS HOW THINGS WORK AROUND HERE RIGHT???? OH I HAVE A BILLION DOLLARS WHY DON'T I GO BUY MYSELF SOME KRAF TANGAN TRADISIONAL RIGHT???? RIGHT??? AND THEN MAYBE IN A HUNDRED YEARS PUT IT IN SOME SIVIK DAN KEMANUSIAAN TEXTBOOK TO TORTUE KIDS WITH RIGHT??? WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THIS??? I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO....YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW?? TRYING TO BRAINWASH US?????? WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT....YOU CAN'T BRAINWASH US BECAUSE WE'RE TOO BUSY LISTENING TO SAPEK ALL DAY SO IT'S REALLY NO USE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;oh cannot, thats what the law says right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"every bumiputra with IQs higher than 3 need to fall in love with their best friends so the government doesn' have to worry about their future"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MY IQ TIDAK SAMPAI 2 RIGHT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHY NOT?? am i not ALLOWED to fall in love with my best friend? IS THAT AGAINST THE LAW???? IS IT?? IS IT RECENT??? THE LAW WAS JUST CREATED YESTERDAY AND EVERY LONGHOSE IN SARAWAK HASN'T BEEN INFORMED YET BECAUSE YOU'D RATHER US STAY IN PADDED CELLS SOMEWHERE IN THE MALDIVES??? IS THAT IT??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all know the answer to this one. loving someone duh~ BUT NO.....KAYAN PEOPLE DUNNO HOW TO LOVE BECAUSE WE ONLY LOVE OUR ANIMALS AND PADI GRAINS.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. List 5 recently watched movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm....i'll have to think about this... oh i dunno....congkak? uhh......mistik?? hmmm....bidadari? BECAUSE THATS ALL I CAN WATCH RIGHT?? I DON'T UNDERSTAND ENGLISH ENOUGH TO KEEP UP WITH THE MOVIE INDUSTRY RIGHT???THE GOVERNMENT IS SO GOOD FOR PROVIDING US WITH LL THESE GREAT SUPER ACADEMY AWARD WINNING MOVIES LIKE DUYUNG AND ANTU FIGHTER RIGHT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do? &lt;div align="left"&gt;this is a tough one. but probably i would just brake down and do the obvious...you know ....like...... SUMPIT HER FROM BEHIND??? RIGHT??? ITS SO OBVIOUS RIGHT?? COZ THAT'S WHAT MR. POLITICIAN SAYS SO IT HAS TO BE CORRECT RIGHT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. List 5 favourite TV shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm...lets see....adi dan ayah? tom tom bak? geng bas sekolah? bola kampung? IM NOT ALLOWED TO NAME ANYTHING FROM BARAT PUNYA PEOPLE RIGHT BECAUSE THEY ARE BAD PEOPLE RIGHT?? ALL WHITE PEOPLE ARE BAD RIGHT? RIGHT MR. BARISAN NASIONAL??? RIGHT????????? SAYA SUDAH ADA GAYA BARAT BUKAN??? NAK CULIK SAYA UNTUK MEMPERSOALKAN SAYA??? ADAKAH PENGUNAAN BAHASA MELAYU SAYA ADALAH MEMUASKAN??? NAK SAYA TULIS SEBUAH KARANGAN YANG MEMPUNYAI SEKURANG-KURANGNYA 80 PERKATAAN??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Do you have any regrets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my only regret is not voting for barisan nasional becuase BARISAN NASIONAL IS THE GREATEST RIGHT??? THEY ARE SO GOOD AND SO HEART TO HEART WITH THE PEOPLE RIGHT??? NATIONAL LINE??? THAT'S YOUR NAME?? YOU CALL YOURSELF THE NATIONAL LINE?? yeah.....national line of ENGLISH SPEAKING LOSERS THAT DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT.....OH WE NEED TO GIVE PRE-SCHOOLERS PENDIDKAN MORAL SO THEY DON'T BECAME HOOLIGANS LIKE ORANG BARAT.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in the jungles of vietnam suppose...being hunted down by ISA.....for NOT PAYING CUKAI PINTU RIGHT??? EVERYDAY CUKAI PINTU ONLY NAIK FOR MY HOUSE ONLY RIGHT???? JUST BECAUSE MY PARENTS TICKED BUMIPUTRA ON THE FORM WHEN THEY BOUGHT THE HOUSE RIGHT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Who are the most important people to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though im being very racist right now i can't help but answering this question as honest as i can. the most important person in my life is God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person that tagged you is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;omg, Kenaina is the nuttiest crazy person i've ever seen before in my life..DON'T....life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry but im realy not too sure about this one. i want to ut single and rich but i know i'd rather be married.....so.hehehh..this one's a tie then. UNLESS THE GOVERNMENT DECIDES THAT I SHOULD BE SINGLE AND POOR AT THE SAME TIME BECAUSE THATS WHAT THEY LIKE ABOUT BUMIPUTRA....THAY LIKE TO SEE THEM SUFFER ALONE IN WOODEN HOUSES.....RIGHT????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. What is your favourite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blue most definately. my second is crimson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;depends really...what kind of relationship? like dating or married type relationship. for taggers out there please be more specific about you're questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, which one would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd choose the one that laughs the hardest. XD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. What are the top 5 places on your "to-go" list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nappa wins top place on my list no doubt, i'd say number 2 would be Rome. emmm, number three ....hmm....France. Fourth would be Hawaii and fifth i'd have to say is Nadzirs house. SHURAAAA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Name 3 things you would like to do but would never be able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i) FIRST AND FOREMOST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to topple the Malaysian government. :) sorry Anwar Ibrahim...it's ture. i hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ii) McSecond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to do crime without having all those "consequences" after that. you know....eternal damnation..aih....tis be a hard life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;iii) Nommbre es Tres'te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to be bestfriends with everyone in the world. Childish but, yeah, aren't we all? kwah kwah kwah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i) Wilson Phua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ii) Joan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;iii) Daryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;iv) Darren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;v) McSyafiq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-2945352947509036839?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/2945352947509036839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=2945352947509036839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/2945352947509036839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/2945352947509036839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-kenainarz.html' title='° »»&quot;tagged by kenainarz&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-3303635635917006235</id><published>2008-11-03T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:32:08.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>° »»"my personality test..."««°    </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its quite long, so i cut it down to the good parts. on the whole, im lazy, and i like having fun. ahahahahhh!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Extraversion &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion is marked by pronounced engagement with the external world. Extraverts enjoy being with people, are full of energy, and often experience positive emotions. They tend to be enthusiastic, action-oriented, individuals who are likely to say "Yes!" or "Let's go!" to opportunities for excitement. In groups they like to talk, assert themselves, and draw attention to themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverts lack the exuberance, energy, and activity levels of extraverts. They tend to be quiet, low-key, deliberate, and disengaged from the social world. Their lack of social involvement should not be interpreted as shyness or depression; the introvert simply needs less stimulation than an extravert and prefers to be alone. The independence and reserve of the introvert is sometimes mistaken as unfriendliness or arrogance. In reality, an introvert who scores high on the agreeableness dimension will not seek others out but will be quite pleasant when approached.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Domain/Facet........... Score&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion...............64&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness.............75&lt;br /&gt;Gregariousness...........58&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness............26&lt;br /&gt;Activity Level...........17&lt;br /&gt;Excitement-Seeking.......79&lt;br /&gt;Cheerfulness.............91 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score on Extraversion is average, indicating you are neither a subdued loner nor a jovial chatterbox. You enjoy time with others but also time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion Facets &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendly people genuinely like other people and openly demonstrate positive feelings toward others. They make friends quickly and it is easy for them to form close, intimate relationships. Low scorers on Friendliness are not necessarily cold and hostile, but they do not reach out to others and are perceived as distant and reserved. Your level of friendliness is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gregariousness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gregarious people find the company of others pleasantly stimulating and rewarding. They enjoy the excitement of crowds. Low scorers tend to feel overwhelmed by, and therefore actively avoid, large crowds. They do not necessarily dislike being with people sometimes, but their need for privacy and time to themselves is much greater than for individuals who score high on this scale. Your level of gregariousness is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assertiveness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;High scorers Assertiveness like to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. They tend to be leaders in groups. Low scorers tend not to talk much and let others control the activities of groups. Your level of assertiveness is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Activity Level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Active individuals lead fast-paced, busy lives. They move about quickly, energetically, and vigorously, and they are involved in many activities. People who score low on this scale follow a slower and more leisurely, relaxed pace. Your activity level is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excitement-Seeking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; High scorers on this scale are easily bored without high levels of stimulation. They love bright lights and hustle and bustle. They are likely to take risks and seek thrills. Low scorers are overwhelmed by noise and commotion and are adverse to thrill-seeking. Your level of excitement-seeking is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheerfulness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This scale measures positive mood and feelings, not negative emotions (which are a part of the Neuroticism domain). Persons who score high on this scale typically experience a range of positive feelings, including happiness, enthusiasm, optimism, and joy. Low scorers are not as prone to such energetic, high spirits. Your level of positive emotions is high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to Experience describes a dimension of cognitive style that distinguishes imaginative, creative people from down-to-earth, conventional people. Open people are intellectually curious, appreciative of art, and sensitive to beauty. They tend to be, compared to closed people, more aware of their feelings. They tend to think and act in individualistic and nonconforming ways. Intellectuals typically score high on Openness to Experience; consequently, this factor has also been called Culture or Intellect. Nonetheless, Intellect is probably best regarded as one aspect of openness to experience. Scores on Openness to Experience are only modestly related to years of education and scores on standard intelligent test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another characteristic of the open cognitive style is a facility for thinking in symbols and abstractions far removed from concrete experience. Depending on the individual's specific intellectual abilities, this symbolic cognition may take the form of mathematical, logical, or geometric thinking, artistic and metaphorical use of language, music composition or performance, or one of the many visual or performing arts. People with low scores on openness to experience tend to have narrow, common interests. They prefer the plain, straightforward, and obvious over the complex, ambiguous, and subtle. They may regard the arts and sciences with suspicion, regarding these endeavors as abstruse or of no practical use. Closed people prefer familiarity over novelty; they are conservative and resistant to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness is often presented as healthier or more mature by psychologists, who are often themselves open to experience. However, open and closed styles of thinking are useful in different environments. The intellectual style of the open person may serve a professor well, but research has shown that closed thinking is related to superior job performance in police work, sales, and a number of service occupations.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domain/Facet........... Score&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience.....81&lt;br /&gt;Imagination..............92&lt;br /&gt;Artistic Interests.......85&lt;br /&gt;Emotionality.............64&lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness..........82&lt;br /&gt;Intellect................61&lt;br /&gt;Liberalism...............43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score on Openness to Experience is high, indicating you enjoy novelty, variety, and change. You are curious, imaginative, and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness Facets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To imaginative individuals, the real world is often too plain and ordinary. High scorers on this scale use fantasy as a way of creating a richer, more interesting world. Low scorers are on this scale are more oriented to facts than fantasy. Your level of imagination is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic Interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; High scorers on this scale love beauty, both in art and in nature. They become easily involved and absorbed in artistic and natural events. They are not necessarily artistically trained nor talented, although many will be. The defining features of this scale are interest in, and appreciation of natural and artificial beauty. Low scorers lack aesthetic sensitivity and interest in the arts. Your level of artistic interests is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionality.&lt;br /&gt;Persons high on Emotionality have good access to and awareness of their own feelings. Low scorers are less aware of their feelings and tend not to express their emotions openly. Your level of emotionality is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; High scorers on adventurousness are eager to try new activities, travel to foreign lands, and experience different things. They find familiarity and routine boring, and will take a new route home just because it is different. Low scorers tend to feel uncomfortable with change and prefer familiar routines. Your level of adventurousness is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellect and artistic interests are the two most important, central aspects of openness to experience. High scorers on Intellect love to play with ideas. They are open-minded to new and unusual ideas, and like to debate intellectual issues. They enjoy riddles, puzzles, and brain teasers. Low scorers on Intellect prefer dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. They regard intellectual exercises as a waste of time. Intellect should not be equated with intelligence. Intellect is an intellectual style, not an intellectual ability, although high scorers on Intellect score slightly higher than low-Intellect individuals on standardized intelligence tests. Your level of intellect is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Psychological liberalism refers to a readiness to challenge authority, convention, and traditional values. In its most extreme form, psychological liberalism can even represent outright hostility toward rules, sympathy for law-breakers, and love of ambiguity, chaos, and disorder. Psychological conservatives prefer the security and stability brought by conformity to tradition. Psychological liberalism and conservatism are not identical to political affiliation, but certainly incline individuals toward certain political parties. Your level of liberalism is average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-3303635635917006235?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/3303635635917006235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=3303635635917006235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/3303635635917006235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/3303635635917006235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-personality-test.html' title='° »»&quot;my personality test...&quot;««°    '/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-6739017766040383653</id><published>2008-10-23T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:02:17.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>°»»"just hold on a sec..."««°</title><content type='html'>heyy guys, im looking around for some of my old england pictures to put up. i found quie a few. hahah! so, just lemme hook the scanner up and i think i can get 'em posted by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FREAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGIIIIINNNNNNN BBBBOOOOORREEEED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA PLAY SUL CALIBER IV!!! I MISS SHURAAAAAAA!!!! SHE WAS SO COOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA LEVEL HER UP!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-6739017766040383653?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/6739017766040383653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=6739017766040383653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/6739017766040383653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/6739017766040383653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-hold-on-sec.html' title='°»»&quot;just hold on a sec...&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-4887665390743081364</id><published>2008-10-20T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:11:33.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>° »»"aih..so malas"««°</title><content type='html'>aih...so malas wanna plug up my scanner. i wanna scan some pics ba...i got alot of my england pics i wanna upload...some other day lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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°</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-5019896550210914002</id><published>2008-10-19T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:05:54.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>° »»"my list"««°</title><content type='html'>ok, now that i'm done with those DAMNED papers, IM FREE!!! so, i've got myself a list of things i wanna do during the hols. 100 things infact. im so happy. happy hapy happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is what i wanna do duing my holidays. and hopefully i will manage to do all of them before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here goes..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i want a dog to bite me (but not that hard la) in the leg so i'll have an excuse to kick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i wanna TRY..TRY..TRY AH...i DIN SAY I WILL DO...I SAY TRY...i wanna try to do some form 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i wanna go party with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i wanna have atleast 5 sleepovers at my friends houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i wanna have a wardrobe refill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i wanna shop around (not in Miri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i wanna go on vacation. with friends if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i wanna pet a random stray cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i wanna go to the beach with a hot girl. not you kenaina. you're hot, but temperature hot only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i wanna smack atleast 3 eleven year old chinese girls in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i wanna go to an expensive restaraunt with friends and have them pay for my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i wanna help an old lady cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i wanna save Ethiopia from hunger problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. i wanna read the Bible to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i wanna play pretend games in my room without someone disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. i wanna watch a whole bunch of scary movies with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i wanna rip up my PMR papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i wanna say hi to the paper boy/man/Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i wanna go nadzirs house to play Soul Caliber IV and memajukan Shura till no one can beat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i wanna beat Shura with a lame character in Soul Caliber IV at Nadzirs house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. i wanna stand on top of the Eiffel Tower and scream out Federicks name 44 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i wanna catch a gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. i wanna eat a catfish with wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. i wanna go on Mythbusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. i wanna walk around in malls pretending to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. i wanna scare a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. i wanna have an ah-beng haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. i wanna excercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. i wanna push a small boy into a lake and save him from drowning after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. i wanna repair a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. i wanna pump the minyak into the Myvi for my first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. i wanna make it to the top 10 in Elvenblood (facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. i wanna play World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. i wanna play chess with an old man at the Old Folks home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. i wanna grow taller than gurjit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. i wanna dance to an Iban karaoke song with Samy Vellu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. i wanna sky dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. i wanna have a race with a fat man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. i wanna kick an ucak while he is shuffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. i wanna give an anteater a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. i wanna take a picture of me standing beside God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. i wanna do number 39 without dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. i wanna laugh at darren's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. i wanna adopt a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. i wanna go to space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. i wanna make contact with aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. i wanna drive a car to Bintulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. i wanna dig a hole with a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. i wanna choke a Jamaican with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. i wanna see Jack Black face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. i wanna memorise all the numbers on the Borneo Post Business newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. i wanna see an ah-lien drop her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. i wanna make a cake out of Lego peices and convince my small cousin to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. i wanna press the restart button on my computer until it falls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. i wanna hack into a government ebsite and post something with Anwar Ibrahim as my alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. i wanna cheat a police man for his money and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. i wanna roll around in a pile of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. i wanna jump into a really big puddle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. i wanna see Kenny swim during a storm in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. i wanna poison Simba from the Lion King with tainted chinse baby milk powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. i wanna prove to Mr. Ong that China only has 1.4 billion people instead of 14 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. i wanna shake the tiang of a rumah setinggan at Senadin there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. i wanna put paint in my sister's makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. i wanna say sorry to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. i wanna climb a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. i wanna convince a Europian staying in Kuching that he took the wrong flight and is in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. i wanna go back in time to slap Shariff Masahor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. i wanna go back in time to give Rentap a wedgie with daun kelapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. i wanna come up with a new letter for the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. i wanna win a nobel prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. i wanna witness the birth of an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. i wanna plant a tree in front of someone's gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. i wanna shave Ransley's beard off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. i wanna win the American Idol at Sibu there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. i wanna tell Celine Dion that she's not really that much of a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. i wanna see 100 people run into the great wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. i wanna see 100 iban people run into the great wall of China and see if got any difference onnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. i wanna skip number 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. i wanna compose an orchestra underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. i wanna see Nelson wrestle a jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. i wanna walk into a nude beach while wearing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. i wanna change kennysia's link to kenaidyadan3.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. i wanna see kenny sia's reaction right after he finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. i wanna see Ichigo die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. i wanna tell Superman that i think his suit makes him look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. i wanna say the same thing to an ah-lien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. i wanna tell a girl i love her and tell her i was kidding the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. i wanna go to Saudi Arabia and go to McDonalds and order pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. i wanna touch the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. i wanna convince geogrophists that they've got the world atlas all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. i wanna sit on the King's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. i wanna buy an aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. i wanna build a long house for chinese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. i wanna beat Nadal at chi-ku-pang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. i wanna sniff a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95 i wanna die and ressurect again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. i wanna talk to a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. i wanna be the Kung Fu panda for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. i wanna tell an orphan that i will give hima sweet but i walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. i wanna pull out the grass behind my house there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. last but not least.....i wanna just sit down and do nothing for the whole holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can do everything there...hope lah...i think can eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-5019896550210914002?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/5019896550210914002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=5019896550210914002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5019896550210914002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5019896550210914002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-list.html' title='° »»&quot;my list&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y 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friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a happy person.&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/3284855713114576960-8375309611158595559?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/8375309611158595559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=8375309611158595559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/8375309611158595559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/8375309611158595559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-happy-person.html' title='° »»&quot;im a happy person&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-8146315870544979631</id><published>2008-10-10T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:25:57.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>° »»"Hii Shan Wei Ransley"««°</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SO7kV6NXeFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vHMJV0nWwII/s1600-h/ransley2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255388880241653842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SO7kV6NXeFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vHMJV0nWwII/s400/ransley2.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to congradulate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hii Shan Wei Ransley,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upon just recently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;completing his degree in Dramatic Ucak Studies (DUS),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of which he left to Bintulu to complete,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in 1997.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May your accomplishment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring you many opportunities,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to lead a successful ucak life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and enough money to buy the tokens you'll ever need to play at Boulavard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also a condolence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to your pet Kelabit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of which you stole from a longhouse in Bario,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which passed away on the 5.10.2008,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while you were watching porn at MCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Eh, Kenaidy i ask you something....how if i wa*t t* s*ar* a co*ve*rsat*on w*it* ___"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Hii Shan Wei Ransley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-8146315870544979631?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/8146315870544979631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=8146315870544979631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/8146315870544979631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/8146315870544979631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/10/hii-shan-wei-ransley.html' title='° »»&quot;Hii Shan Wei Ransley&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SO7kV6NXeFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vHMJV0nWwII/s72-c/ransley2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-7891216097772692730</id><published>2008-09-28T01:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:35:50.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>° »»"controversy part 2"««°</title><content type='html'>if you have read my last controversy post, you would find that i promised to update more controversies....SO....one would guess that this would be part 2. enjoy your dose of Malaysian controversy ( i ust hope i don't get arrested...don't tell the police..) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always hated the government....they do stupid things for no reason...like why on earth do we have those big speakers and projectors in all of our classrooms when they don't even work. They're not even plugged in...not even wired up. and whats up with the flyover near pelita? they took off the traffic lights so there would be a reason to build a flyover....then they make another traffic light like 50 meters from where it used to be..like wtf? i dedicate this post to all the dumbest menteri(s) in Malaysia. I shall now vent out my anger in the form of controversies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Controversy number 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254671743666680114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SOxYHESI8TI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lk3ksqQ4-xA/s400/evicted.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cukai pintu. Ok, i know this may sound very made up and all but i swear..wait no...i promise...ahh..maybe..not all..but..AH..it's true lah............plz believe me. all true one. i think. ok, start lao ah? this government ahh..tell you...they all soo sumbing one. celaka betul this ppl. think they all so cool la ho? kayan ppl so stupid issit? pandang rendah on kelabit people la? y'all cari gaduh ka? think iban only know sumpit burung issit? i KNOWWWWW why they one us to pay cukai pintuuuu. i know. Anwar Ibrahim cannot lie to me one. i very smart. i know whyyyy you wan us to pay cukai pintu one.. because you jealous maaa. you jealous we all ot enough money to buy house wan laa..... you think we dunno issit? haiiyooo...i KNOOOOWWWWWW it...cannot lie...why try to lie to me....cannot one...tell you...my iban friend lie detector one... everyday smell the newspaper..all smell like LIES!!! why try so hard?? coz got many iban people issit?? you dun like we all got money ahh?? issit?? scared lose issit?? go play lottery so much la.... Mr. A_____ I*****m? now so cool issit??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE'S THE FREAgGIN CONTROVERSY:&lt;br /&gt;1. (iban) people wan buy house in city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. (iban) people got money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. (iban) people use mone to buy house la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. (malaysian)government go see....aik?? why got one (iban) people live here? i think better we all naik cukai pintu abit la hoo... dun give them (iban) people chance..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. (iban) people still got money can pay cukai one...k c leh.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. (malaysian) government all go crazy liao ah... they all dunno (iban) people can pay one ohh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254673553217050514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SOxZwZYkV5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/cZeQmaoZ9NQ/s400/Iban+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. see (iban) people so happy got house liao ah then suuuuuuddenly stiiuuuupppeerdd (malaysian) government all say ta ma d* ordy ah..then naik cukai ah, now you see the boy there? look happy ah? Mc Donald happy meal can la. stiiiuuupppeeerdd government. you go make up somemore immaginary budaya tradisional for us ony wan show off to other country and sebarang put in textbooks for us la. why so sumbing till marah like this??? YOU CARI GADUH ISSIT???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. (iban) people marah ordy ah. heyy, they all got good reason to marah one ah...they marah stiiiuuuppeeerd (malaysian) government. of course la right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. now (malaysian) government all so kiasu dun wanna lose so call they all (iban) people lanun. then so racist with them somemore go make one separate toilet for them somemore... RACIST i tell you!!! A____ I*r**m RACIST!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* click to enlarge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254678159150394130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SOxd8f0pqxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d7MwGp1U9EY/s400/toilet.bmp" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. now rentap wan make (malaysian) kerajaan very ma fan liao ah. so start lah...iban people start make things mafan for (malaysian) government because they all start first ah. i very support iban people. i never racist iban people before in my life. (except for daniel tan chi won anak tan). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. (malysian) government hate them now because they all can pay cukai pintu. that's why cukai pintu now so high because (malaysian) government like to very ma fan with people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dun worry iban people...kayan will support. dunno about murud and penan people. maybe someday they will support oso. melanau oso. i think kadazan people oso can la...bisayak not sure ah...they all dun like iban people oso i think. i think la. not sure why. i will carik that controversy next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;y'all come back after PMR for next controversy ah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dun miss it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-7891216097772692730?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/7891216097772692730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=7891216097772692730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7891216097772692730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7891216097772692730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/09/controversy-part-2.html' title='° »»&quot;controversy part 2&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SOxYHESI8TI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lk3ksqQ4-xA/s72-c/evicted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-4792116385649591105</id><published>2008-09-28T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:42:01.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>° »»"can i touch your.....donkeys?"««°</title><content type='html'>yeah, not sure why ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-4792116385649591105?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/4792116385649591105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=4792116385649591105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/4792116385649591105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/4792116385649591105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-touch-yourdonkeys.html' title='° »»&quot;can i touch your.....donkeys?&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-8080163947792813922</id><published>2008-09-02T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:35:37.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"can somebody say UGH!!"««°</title><content type='html'>UGH!!!! PMR trials coming up, i'm not gonna be posting till my trials are over. bye~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-8080163947792813922?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/8080163947792813922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=8080163947792813922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/8080163947792813922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/8080163947792813922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-somebody-say-ugh.html' title='° »»&quot;can somebody say UGH!!&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-756025558648604989</id><published>2008-08-31T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:35:27.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"in the mood for love right now..."««°</title><content type='html'>oh my... im surrounded by ppl in love. Wilson, Nelson, Mr. L. lots more. after reading some love stories made by other ppl, reading posts about love. im in the mood right now. so, express i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream sometime ago. It was weird. but, when i woke up, i felt so in love. so i hugged my pillow. its the kind of love where...you just wanna hug and be close to that person. not the "WANNA HAVIN SMEIS???" kinda love. like wilson....teyyy.... anyways, imma post about my dream. and no...im not following nelson or anything. this really was my dream. and when i woke up from it... i swear, i was hugging my pillows so hard that my arms where aching at school. this dream inspired my many love scenarios floating around in my head. and i believe i have shared parts of this dream with ppl b4. but in very horny ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It starts off, on the beach. (why do love stories always have beaches in them??) he was standing next to some girl. I don't think he knows her. But in my dream, i guess he knew her very well. Thats how dreams always are right? there was just something..so...nice about her. She talked to him alot. as they were walking down the beach, the were having nice conversations. i dunno, something bout the holidays, and favourite vacation places. Happy couple. So then, the guy asks the girl how her family was doing. Then she starts tearing. her eyes are getting all red and watery. so the guy knows he just asked a very bad question at a very bad time. so he brings her to sit down at a log nearby. a dry one ofcourse. and she starts crying. so he hugs her. her head is burried in his arms. i guess i was haing one of those, camera view dreams, when it's like you're watching TV but it all seems so real. and she starts wailing in his arms, and for some reason there's no one around. and she starts shouting out all sorts of things. all her family problems. there were things going on in her family that nobody knew about. and i guess this was the first time she ever told anybody. She's shouting her head off and crying and the guy listening suddenly takes her shoulders and pulls her close. He starts crying aswel. they both cry and cry on the beach. i wonder how he felt. his shirt was dripping wet with tears. they just stand there, crying on each others shoulders, not caring about who's looking. and thats when the guy bends lower to whisper in the girls ears. he whispers it real soft. for some reason i could hear what he was trying to say. he said " i know exactly how you feel". and he burts in tears and the girls does the same. and now it's him sharing all his problems. something about him not being able to get anything right. and his family kicked him out of his house. and he's all alone and doesn't know what to do with no money no nothing. and he's staying in his friends house. after sharing for quite a while, the two are still..just standing there in each others arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"you're not alone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"yeah i am. i've got nobody, no one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"that's where you're wrong, now you've got me, we'll look out for each other...we'll get through this together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"it's not that simple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"no one said it would be easy, it almost never is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"i can't burden you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"i wont leave you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS TO ME...I CAN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!!! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF YOU???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the girl wants to help the guy out. but the guy can't let her worry about him. and i have no idea why, but the girl suddenly just runs off in tears and leaves him standing there. She can't believe what she just heard. all throughout her life, people have been screaming and shouting at her. They all hate her for some reason. and somehow i knew all of this. and she couldn't stand to be shouted at again. now runs of to her car. the guy takes off after her, trying to firgure out what he did wrong. that's when it happened. remember how i said it was like i was watching this from a television? suddenly, im down on the beach. and i have a gun in my hands. what the heck am i doing with a gun? i have no idea. i see the girl running in my direction. face in her hands. crying. and the guy not too far off behind her, chasing her. i aim my gun at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know what im doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why am i doing this i ask myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then suddenly something was talking to me in my head...."shoot her, now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know why. in dreams sometimes you do stupid things without knowing why. but you just do them. you know what i mean right? like you just suddenly do something stupid coz you think you're supposed to. like it was destiny or something. well...thats how i felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i shot her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she stops running.... she looks down. i've shot her in the stomach. in my dream im crying right now. i just thought i had to do it. she looks up at me, and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"thank you....for eveything..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the guy runs down to her. he picks her up and crys and crys and crys. so he gives her one last kiss to the cheek and mouths out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"i love you...but if you need to go...i'll let you go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and he puts her down, and crys over her. i remember this part very clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Jamie, i'll always remember you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her name was Jamie. She was 18. She was a beautiful girl. She lived in a rundown house with her so called family. And i couldn't help but feel like i had a part to play in her life. like i knew her. just a dreamish feeling. and i knew that there was a time, where i was once in love with her. she always wanted me to kill her. to end all of it. in dreams sometimes you just know things. things that don't make sense. i knew...that i had done her a favour. i ended her sufferings. i will always remember her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Jamie, i'll always remember you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i've kept my promise.&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/3284855713114576960-756025558648604989?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/756025558648604989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=756025558648604989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/756025558648604989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/756025558648604989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-mood-for-love-right-now.html' title='° »»&quot;in the mood for love right now...&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-7307933444026039385</id><published>2008-08-20T11:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:35:12.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>° »»"controversy"««°</title><content type='html'>I've always hated the government....they do stupid things for no reason...like why on earth do we have those big speakers and projectors in all of our classrooms when they don't even work. They're not even plugged in...not even wired up. and whats up with the flyover near pelita? they took off the traffic lights so there would be a reason to build a flyover....then they make another traffic light like 50 meters from where it used to be..like wtf? i dedicate this post to all the dumbest menteri(s) in Malaysia. I shall now vent out my anger in the form of controversies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controversy number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take a good look at the aeroplane below...i think it's too big...do you? yes..it is in fact too big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SKuWXnESzXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DZgKiamWp9A/s1600-h/aeroplane.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236444324116483442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SKuWXnESzXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DZgKiamWp9A/s400/aeroplane.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plane is just too big. but the airport bought it anyways... so whats the controversy here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERES THE FREAGGIN CONTROVERSY:&lt;br /&gt;1. (malaysian)airport buys plane.&lt;br /&gt;2. plane now belongs to (malaysian)airport.&lt;br /&gt;3. plane is too BIG for (malaysian)airport.&lt;br /&gt;4. (malaysian)airport pretends to be innocent and had no idea that plane was too big&lt;br /&gt;5. (malaysian)airport starts acting like little girls and makes complaint to (malaysian)government&lt;br /&gt;6. (malaysian)government does not believe (malaysian)airport but responds to complaint anyways&lt;br /&gt;7. (malaysian)government asks konco to sneak up on unsuspecting (preferably kelabit)longhouse nearby and steal small girl.&lt;br /&gt;8. (kelabit)longhouse loses girl&lt;br /&gt;9. (kelabit)longhouse blames neighbour (iban)longhouse&lt;br /&gt;10. both longhouses destroy each other&lt;br /&gt;11. no resident in area&lt;br /&gt;12. (malaysian)government takes land for itself&lt;br /&gt;13. (malaysian)government gives land to (malaysian)airport to support over sized aeroplane which they purposely bought so they can have more land.&lt;br /&gt;14. (malaysian)airport sells oversized and unused aeroplane and buys smaller aeroplanes.&lt;br /&gt;15. (malaysian)airport has more land than needed.&lt;br /&gt;16. (malaysian)government pretends not to see.&lt;br /&gt;17. (malaysian)government and airport planned it all out.&lt;br /&gt;18. kelabit and iban no home.&lt;br /&gt;19. so they build new longhouse. (this will be carried on to the next controversy)&lt;br /&gt;20. (malaysian)airport and (malaysian)government bersuhabat to take the land to maximize profit and to minimize ethnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;thus the conclusion to the controversy=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maximize profit, minimize ethnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;i have more controversies and will add on to this post. i would like to keep going but the connection down here in Lutong won't allow it.. smeisy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, Hafreez, the ppl you herad on the phone was Lau, Carolyn, Gurjit, Darren and Helena.&lt;br /&gt;i like to hear you suffer.... muahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're pathetic..ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-7307933444026039385?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/7307933444026039385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=7307933444026039385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7307933444026039385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7307933444026039385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/08/controversy.html' title='° »»&quot;controversy&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SKuWXnESzXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DZgKiamWp9A/s72-c/aeroplane.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-3107402826018950136</id><published>2008-08-17T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:33:44.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"updates"««°</title><content type='html'>PMR is coming up, so i guess i'll try to squeeze any blogging into my imaginary schedule. since this is already the holidays, maybe i'll be able to do some temporary blogging till our holiday is over then after PMR i'll start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Loh Mei Hua: Wooiyoh!! Orimpipz sumda mure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Darren: You la, never watch T.V....so dirty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Loh Mei Hua: Eh eh eh, Kamupst jangams bislims!! Cepgu mauok tenggerops Oprimpips!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Lau: eeeee...... why cant you just...yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Loh Mei Hua taps the T.V screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Loh Mei Hua: B'RAMSTLEY!! bagaimanems u masup teebee? B'ranstley? Tidak dengar arahams Cepgu? nanti PMR kamu tengok. itulah, tidak bawe petuh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Lau: oh..yeesss....he can hear you...yess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Loh Mei Hua: Lau, saya artistik. jangaps u merendahkan potensi cepgu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Lau: oh..yess...thhis will effect your self-potential...yess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Darren: so dirty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Loh Mei Hua: x da lah....main jak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ifa: celaka....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-3107402826018950136?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-6168018578160049226</id><published>2008-07-16T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:55.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"congratulations"««°</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SH2Z3lBaPQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oqU_I7gDpmo/s1600-h/ransley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SH2Z3lBaPQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oqU_I7gDpmo/s400/ransley1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223500322929523970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to congratulate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hii Shan Wei Ransley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon graduating in his Indian studies&lt;br /&gt;for which he left to New Deli to complete in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his recent success bring&lt;br /&gt;him great opportunities&lt;br /&gt;in India Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also my deepest condolence&lt;br /&gt;to the loss of his Guinea Pig,&lt;br /&gt;B'ramsley,&lt;br /&gt;which passed on due to&lt;br /&gt;testicular cancer&lt;br /&gt;on the 4th of July 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" where's my spoong??"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hii Shan Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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°</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SH2Z3lBaPQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oqU_I7gDpmo/s72-c/ransley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-2636057815851967594</id><published>2008-07-12T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:34:32.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>° »»"dear readers"««°</title><content type='html'>emm, my internet was down again coz got something wrong with the connection down here i Lutong. sorry, i'll start blogging again now that my internet is back up. lots of things have come up, some for the better, some for the worse. done somethings i regret, but then, who at 15 years old did not do something they didn't regret doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to know how to patch this all up. i need sometime to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-2636057815851967594?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/2636057815851967594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=2636057815851967594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/2636057815851967594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/2636057815851967594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-readers.html' title='° »»&quot;dear readers&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-6084790998884409252</id><published>2008-07-03T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:55.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"iban joke"««°</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGx7mVE_sdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qIRL3QMUATY/s1600-h/iban1b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGx7mVE_sdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qIRL3QMUATY/s320/iban1b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218681966638903762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i finally spoke more than 3 sentences in iban. and while doing that, managed to make an iban joke. big accomplishment for me. i nearly died of suffocation because of this joke. if you dun understand this joke, you have no hope of becoming a good iban. remember how we(well not me, i meant you guys..i wasn't here during those periods of time) were taught how to spell and promounce B.M and English words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"b-u  bu, k- u ku, pensel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nemu jakok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3284855713114576960-6084790998884409252?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/6084790998884409252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=6084790998884409252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-5029299921162484865</id><published>2008-06-30T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:34:04.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain stupid'/><title type='text'>° »»"should i...or should i not.."««°</title><content type='html'>Nelson's brothers dared him to do something incredibly stupid...and thanks to Nelson posting it up on his blog...a couple of my friends are daring me to do the same....if i don't do it...i will be called a wiener.... and i will NOT be called a wiener...... but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee......nama bekenyak dek like that....&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&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/3284855713114576960-5029299921162484865?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/5029299921162484865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=5029299921162484865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5029299921162484865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5029299921162484865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/should-ior-should-i-not.html' title='° »»&quot;should i...or should i not..&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-5305072731916468997</id><published>2008-06-28T14:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:56.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"doodles"««°</title><content type='html'>there was this one day, when Kim Chin brought one of his Chinese calligraphy type brush thingys. I got crazy over them. so sexy. so i had a go at it. and thanks to joshua(for photoshopping it for me), got myself a beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGXWxmrXx-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Zlx89JaKAug/s1600-h/geisha+%28josh+ed%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGXWxmrXx-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Zlx89JaKAug/s320/geisha+%28josh+ed%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216811891062982626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks ah..josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3284855713114576960-5305072731916468997?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/5305072731916468997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=5305072731916468997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5305072731916468997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5305072731916468997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/doodles.html' title='° »»&quot;doodles&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGXWxmrXx-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Zlx89JaKAug/s72-c/geisha+%28josh+ed%29+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-7347548720923698467</id><published>2008-06-26T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:56.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>° »»"mother nature"««°</title><content type='html'>if there is such thing as mother nature....she needs to teach her kids how to control abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGM165YnIdI/AAAAAAAAANk/-5VLwKSFLqY/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGM165YnIdI/AAAAAAAAANk/-5VLwKSFLqY/s320/DSC00835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216072079377899986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taken in my mom's garden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me...or are the plants getting horny...scary...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder..if plants started raping each other...&lt;br /&gt;fun le...&lt;br /&gt;eh no..&lt;br /&gt;scary ah like that...&lt;br /&gt;ltr kena rogol by the trees...&lt;br /&gt;eEEeeEEeeEEeeeEEeeeEEeeeEeeEEEeeeEEeeEEeeE.....&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/3284855713114576960-7347548720923698467?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/7347548720923698467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=7347548720923698467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7347548720923698467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7347548720923698467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/mother-nature.html' title='° »»&quot;mother nature&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGM165YnIdI/AAAAAAAAANk/-5VLwKSFLqY/s72-c/DSC00835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-5557281169814773467</id><published>2008-06-25T18:28:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:59.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"Mufti Day reprised"««°</title><content type='html'>waaA!!! got all the pictures now. wooOOH! ok..i'll post them up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuer baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so cuer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIhOJBdK_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/qdSoVkRyLvI/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIhOJBdK_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/qdSoVkRyLvI/s320/DSC00723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215767845272366066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lau during science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIhp8pYYzI/AAAAAAAAALE/TMEQ_bDoG4U/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIhp8pYYzI/AAAAAAAAALE/TMEQ_bDoG4U/s320/DSC00725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215768322986500914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIidAtqatI/AAAAAAAAALM/GE1hTphpXeM/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIidAtqatI/AAAAAAAAALM/GE1hTphpXeM/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215769200251529938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lau's sexy hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIjaQlvJkI/AAAAAAAAALU/oyFU2rB8iok/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIjaQlvJkI/AAAAAAAAALU/oyFU2rB8iok/s320/DSC00734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215770252485273154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIj4DcWesI/AAAAAAAAALc/LFWK7yp6mCc/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIj4DcWesI/AAAAAAAAALc/LFWK7yp6mCc/s320/DSC00737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215770764352322242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIkTpA0gsI/AAAAAAAAALk/kNOZbv1KEL4/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIkTpA0gsI/AAAAAAAAALk/kNOZbv1KEL4/s320/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215771238293865154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm one of the few that have ever managed to take a picture of Nicholas. he very good at camera evading..but i GOT HIM ANYWAYS!!!..so proud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIk1gtWSBI/AAAAAAAAALs/MHxVK3Uioy8/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIk1gtWSBI/AAAAAAAAALs/MHxVK3Uioy8/s320/DSC00763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215771820180260882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is so far the coolest picture of Ransley I managed to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIlVBGyhlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aCfQPzuq8qk/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIlVBGyhlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aCfQPzuq8qk/s320/DSC00772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215772361452848722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGImICMcD-I/AAAAAAAAAME/QzO4xaoLC88/s1600-h/DSC07706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGImICMcD-I/AAAAAAAAAME/QzO4xaoLC88/s320/DSC07706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215773237918306274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joyce, Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGImZTxz2mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G1slQERRAio/s1600-h/DSC07740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGImZTxz2mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G1slQERRAio/s320/DSC07740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215773534696233570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cikgu Loh Mei Hwua being artistic/horny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGInKcNPZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kza75f32bJ4/s1600-h/DSC07772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGInKcNPZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kza75f32bJ4/s320/DSC07772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215774378772358994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joanne.&lt;br /&gt; something is wrong in this picture...let us all turn to www.laubenyu.blogspot.com for answers....hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIng0KqnII/AAAAAAAAAMc/ePg9hkZiuew/s1600-h/DSC07834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIng0KqnII/AAAAAAAAAMc/ePg9hkZiuew/s320/DSC07834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215774763161132162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lau's photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIp1t4wWoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XiSU5zVIoqw/s1600-h/DSC07883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIp1t4wWoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XiSU5zVIoqw/s320/DSC07883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215777321275906690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gurjit's mini photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIn5tlaJoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QKuz0FkIoe4/s1600-h/DSC07846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIn5tlaJoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QKuz0FkIoe4/s320/DSC07846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215775190890980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darren's photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIl0b0Lr5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/AGOreK16O1g/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIl0b0Lr5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/AGOreK16O1g/s320/DSC00776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215772901198507922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my photoshoot being interrupted by Nelson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIqPJ1ozqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eBtPHA_CVIM/s1600-h/DSC07905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIqPJ1ozqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eBtPHA_CVIM/s320/DSC07905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215777758275751586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eskimo kenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIqnrFFIbI/AAAAAAAAANE/kKZpRgU8XHw/s1600-h/DSC07866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIqnrFFIbI/AAAAAAAAANE/kKZpRgU8XHw/s320/DSC07866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215778179515752882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nadine, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIrHwm4vXI/AAAAAAAAANM/mzi1B0PYslk/s1600-h/DSC07891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIrHwm4vXI/AAAAAAAAANM/mzi1B0PYslk/s320/DSC07891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215778730755538290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they made me get a moustache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIsfEvJ0FI/AAAAAAAAANU/9xnkKfM917Y/s1600-h/DSC07945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIsfEvJ0FI/AAAAAAAAANU/9xnkKfM917Y/s320/DSC07945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215780230807539794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joyce, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIs7umBrmI/AAAAAAAAANc/p2QCni3RWJU/s1600-h/DSC07974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIs7umBrmI/AAAAAAAAANc/p2QCni3RWJU/s320/DSC07974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215780723079884386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darren, daryl, Lau(behind), Mr. Ong, our favorite teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think some people should just drop and die. but that isn't very nice is it? i'll save my bad mood swings for another post. for now... EVERYONE ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*btw, all spelling mistakes were intentional and would be recommended that you read accordingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* i also found out from wilsonphua.blogspot.com that dialogs are more interesting in colour..so fo shizzle...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;real life situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;: Emm.. Br'lamsmley... sudah hamtar keje kumstus? Cikgu sudah naip homny        trumggu kamu punye keje kusums!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ransley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;: uhh....sudah..tapi...aik..belum...ahh..KENAPA CIKGU NAK TAUK??? LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I HATE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;: ape imni? nak Cikgu kelemwar rotams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ransley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; : eh.. jangan Cikgu..nanti saya pun naip homny...*stupid ransley laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; : * bentuk "S" *... BR'LAMSMLEY!!! tengops apa kamu sudah buat. badan saye sudah bemtup "S". ini semue sebab kamumst tidap mau hamtrar keje kumstumpst kamu... s'karamst, kamu mesti lompapts kelumwar bangunams imni. sebamst saya bentuk "s" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ransley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;: tidap maups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Br'lamsmley... lompat semkarams...SEMKARAMS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ransley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; : tidap maups...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; : Mauk saya buke bajumst??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ransley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;: ok, ok..jangamst buka baju.. saya lompat...saya lompat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ransley jumps off the buiding...stupid boy..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ransley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; : .......oh........fo' shizzle....*stupid ransley laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;: ok..bagumst.. good boy..oh...oh...goooOooOOd boy........ GOOOOOD BOOOYY!!!!....OOH OHHH!!!!!   GOOOOODDDDDD BOOOOOOY!!!!!!. SEMUA ORAMST UMDRUR!!! SAYA SUDAH TERLAMLOO NAIP HOMNY!!! DARYL!! TOLONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ransley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; : *stupid ransley laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; : cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; : LAU!! TOLONGMST CIKGUMST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; : can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; : t'ma kasimst Lau-mst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; : oh..sorry, now cannot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; : Wimston....to..tolo..tolomst..tolomst Cikgu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; : I'm sorry.. im too shy... ahuuh..ahuuuuuuh...ahum-dee-huumst-dee humm!!(sorry..but i don't know how to spell out wilson's laugh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Loh Mei Hwua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; : x da lah..main jak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; : celaka......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i think only gurjit would get that last part...woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3284855713114576960-5557281169814773467?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/5557281169814773467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=5557281169814773467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5557281169814773467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/5557281169814773467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/mufti-day-reprised.html' title='° »»&quot;Mufti Day reprised&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SGIhOJBdK_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/qdSoVkRyLvI/s72-c/DSC00723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-7613961158103658910</id><published>2008-06-24T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:34:13.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>° »»"Mufti Day"««°</title><content type='html'>YEEE HAWWW!!!! Mufti day was a blast. for those that don't have a clue what mufti day is, its a day when all St. Columba students are allowed to wear what they want to to school. So anyways, we all had fun. i'll go into furthur details in my next post when i get all the pictures frm &lt;a href="http://www.laubenyu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-7613961158103658910?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/7613961158103658910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=7613961158103658910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7613961158103658910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7613961158103658910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/mufti-day.html' title='° »»&quot;Mufti Day&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-6460461503878330310</id><published>2008-06-22T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:42:00.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>° »»"VICTORIOUS!!!"««°</title><content type='html'>AHA!!! I HAVE EMERGED VICTORIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok..so..you guys must be wondering why?? huh?? victorious?? Ms. Victoria? apa ni? nama bekenyak dek like-uh-dat?? ok. i'll explain. jessica...in the toilet..buat bodo.. got some cockroach in the toilet.. so you know la..."AAARRGGGHHHH!!! KENAIDY!!!!!!!" so i was like..wth? so i go check la...so we were looking around the toilet like got some monster inside. and i takut it suddenly come out.. so when i spotted it.. I was like oooh...yeaaaahhh!! time to have some FUN!!! i got jessica to kumpul all the sabun that we have&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SF5P5GfNhDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1J37dp0m7J8/s1600-h/DSC09927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SF5P5GfNhDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1J37dp0m7J8/s320/DSC09927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214693260954272818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then...hah hah hah!! tengok lah..the picture...&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SF5RYet6yfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lpCkOe5UKyk/s1600-h/DSC09928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SF5RYet6yfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lpCkOe5UKyk/s320/DSC09928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214694899545983474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor poor cockroach..never saw it coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KENAIDY!! THERE IT IS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THERE THERE!!! OVER THERE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY G*D, GO GET ALL THE SABUN ON THE SHELF THERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE? WHICH ONE??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE SPRAY TYPE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ambik all the sabun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PASS HERE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NAH NAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPSSSSHHHHHHTTTTFFFTTTT!!! x (atleast) 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeeeeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come..take picture, i wanna blog abt this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yarabi you, everything oso want to blog abt..."&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/3284855713114576960-6460461503878330310?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/6460461503878330310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=6460461503878330310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/6460461503878330310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/6460461503878330310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/victorious.html' title='° »»&quot;VICTORIOUS!!!&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SF5P5GfNhDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1J37dp0m7J8/s72-c/DSC09927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-6338975337205920068</id><published>2008-06-16T15:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:42:00.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>° »»"frequent boredom disorders"««°</title><content type='html'>i was having frequent boredom disorders. i had to do something. was looking through some pictures when i came upon this particularly interesting photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this catastrophe started with the beard......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always does....&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYdZsHL6CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8bSGAXxh0H4/s1600-h/DSC06331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYdZsHL6CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8bSGAXxh0H4/s400/DSC06331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212385945903163426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posted by ° »»"kenaidy"««°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-6338975337205920068?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/6338975337205920068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=6338975337205920068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/6338975337205920068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/6338975337205920068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/frequent-boredom-disorders.html' title='° »»&quot;frequent boredom disorders&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYdZsHL6CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8bSGAXxh0H4/s72-c/DSC06331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-7350505501942314948</id><published>2008-06-16T15:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:42:01.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>° »»"milkshake"««°</title><content type='html'>since Daryl doesn't have the balls(ironically) to post one of the lamest jokes on earth...i guess it is my duty as a kayan to do wht the kelabits cannot. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" why are earthquakes good?...coz they  can shake  my milkshake...ha..haha..ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i conclude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYROwNDhVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kj5yWPGn-Dc/s1600-h/earthquake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYROwNDhVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kj5yWPGn-Dc/s320/earthquake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212372563883427154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYR1-mIrBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4viPwFSnR3Y/s1600-h/Milk_glass-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYR1-mIrBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4viPwFSnR3Y/s320/Milk_glass-300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212373237761616914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYSI7TUKrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/foIVfjIjt5U/s1600-h/milkshake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYSI7TUKrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/foIVfjIjt5U/s320/milkshake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212373563294886578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently some people think it's funny. i do. but i wasn't really into laughing at the time. Geo had my ass busy the whole day.&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/3284855713114576960-7350505501942314948?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/7350505501942314948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=7350505501942314948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7350505501942314948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/7350505501942314948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/milkshake.html' title='° »»&quot;milkshake&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SFYROwNDhVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kj5yWPGn-Dc/s72-c/earthquake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-260262846325961383</id><published>2008-06-11T16:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:42:01.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>° »»"dalai lama"««°</title><content type='html'>i was getting bored...had nothing to do... i went outside and flipped through some old newspapers, and thats when i found this picture right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-Mb-r-j2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tLAI4BBN9j4/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+DSC09788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-Mb-r-j2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tLAI4BBN9j4/s320/Copy+%282%29+of+DSC09788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210537706202763106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the point that he was trying to make was that he wasn't the devil(or as he says). well anyways....one thing led to another..and..heheh...i'll let the pictures explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i hope y'all dun salah faham ah..i am in no way whatsoever attracted to this guy..&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-NYOBfnZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x7d0rue87WM/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC09788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-NYOBfnZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x7d0rue87WM/s320/Copy+of+DSC09788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210538741111692690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo ucak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-OELUJt-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hCk3Hs5BK9Q/s1600-h/DSC09788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-OELUJt-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hCk3Hs5BK9Q/s320/DSC09788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210539496298887138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-Os5vciuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AI411R8uEOk/s1600-h/Copy+%283%29+of+DSC09788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-Os5vciuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AI411R8uEOk/s320/Copy+%283%29+of+DSC09788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210540195956165346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gene simons from&lt;/span&gt; KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-RfSkez9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/O6mbn7J7b2A/s1600-h/Copy+%285%29+of+DSC09788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-RfSkez9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/O6mbn7J7b2A/s320/Copy+%285%29+of+DSC09788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210543260637777874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-QfGyh1bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BZAeC3L_9XY/s1600-h/Copy+%284%29+of+DSC09788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-QfGyh1bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BZAeC3L_9XY/s320/Copy+%284%29+of+DSC09788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210542157963842994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some naruto dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-RAeB3HuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qoIrSrcLJ1M/s1600-h/Copy+%286%29+of+DSC09788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-RAeB3HuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qoIrSrcLJ1M/s320/Copy+%286%29+of+DSC09788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210542731137851106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dunno wht to say bout this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-260262846325961383?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/260262846325961383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=260262846325961383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/260262846325961383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/260262846325961383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/dalai-lama.html' title='° »»&quot;dalai lama&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE-Mb-r-j2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tLAI4BBN9j4/s72-c/Copy+%282%29+of+DSC09788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-2204210758699461681</id><published>2008-06-10T13:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:42:02.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>° »»"wow"««°</title><content type='html'>wow. last saturday...i learnt how to unlock Justin's phone. it was amazing. i have never experienced such unlocking-ness. to the many others out there that do not how to unlock justin's phone, this is a post for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, to unlock the phone you need to press on the button indicated by the red square and the blue arrow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE4e0dxaCiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tIzEMLPVuKQ/s1600-h/phone1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE4e0dxaCiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tIzEMLPVuKQ/s320/phone1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210135705608129058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently, its the menu button. take my advice. you need to press it before continuing. or else serena will start eating pie. and pie's good. we don't want serena eating pie now do we? we need randy to eat pie. so that we can all take refuge under his newly gained fats during the winter. my dogs won't play with the football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next step this is the hard bit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esp&lt;/span&gt; for curtin students. they  just dont get electronic devices. ohp ohp ohp, controversy!!! anyways, next you need to look for the star button on the phone indicated by the blue arrow and red square&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE4kHDYYx_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7IrgTYHKgZM/s1600-h/phone2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE4kHDYYx_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7IrgTYHKgZM/s320/phone2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210141522499520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. this is very hard. take your time. it took me like 4 seconds to find it as i'm very smart(er than rabbits).  Daniel has 4 grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part is particularly interesting. once you have pressed on the star button, you phone will look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE4nMImzaII/AAAAAAAAAHA/8kos44EnjW0/s1600-h/phone3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE4nMImzaII/AAAAAAAAAHA/8kos44EnjW0/s320/phone3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210144908336392322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well actually, not all entirely like that. only justin's phone will have that background once unlocked. but normal phones will usually say "menu". and maybe the word "calls" at the side of the screen. all phone manufacturers are liars. they always say the menu got alot of stuff. but i see dun have anything oso. chicken rice oso dun have. only got what..graphics, messaging...gallery.. so ma fan. thats why i never use the menu button. (that explains why i couldn't find it in the first place)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, you have come to the end of my Justin's-handphone-unlocking-techniques tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this tutorial helped you. Lit Tak can't swim...in my sisters dress...patient lit tak. must always read finish first. then comment. ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3284855713114576960-2204210758699461681?l=kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/feeds/2204210758699461681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3284855713114576960&amp;postID=2204210758699461681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/2204210758699461681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3284855713114576960/posts/default/2204210758699461681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenaidyadan2.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title='° »»&quot;wow&quot;««°'/><author><name>° »»"[ k ε n a i d y ] "«« °</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14768463906863633040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/THUWXLPC2SI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BmPnvBFC4-4/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SE4e0dxaCiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tIzEMLPVuKQ/s72-c/phone1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3284855713114576960.post-3935527667969412196</id><published>2008-04-17T20:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:42:02.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom disorders'/><title type='text'>° »»"when teachers don't get my attention..this is what happens.."««°</title><content type='html'>ugh, obviously..we all know about how lame and boring SOME teachers can get. it's only logic that our brains either find something to do or switch off automatically. i love it when that happens.. WOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lately teachers have been getting VERYYYY boring... i feel like kicking something. ishh..&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;guess what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently...&lt;br /&gt;i programmed my brain to do random-spontaneous things when i get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely, i was really quite surprised with the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SAdJ1tscWHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c25sP0qlW64/s1600-h/DSC09294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SAdJ1tscWHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c25sP0qlW64/s320/DSC09294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190198282715682930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le' Ong de Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For my fellow 3T1 classmates... we all recognise this man as Le' Ong de Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HIDE YOUR BABIES!!! Le' ONG IS HERE!!!" - random old ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;poor old ladies... i almost feel sorry for them.. now, lets have a close up of Le' Ong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SAdLDtscWII/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ltesy-mOjeY/s1600-h/DSC09296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVciK5cEzFw/SAdLDtscWII/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ltesy-mOjeY/s320/DSC09296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190199622745479298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le' Ong up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, i bet you're all wondering...'JUST WHO THE HELL IS LE' ONG??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i have the answer for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago.. we 1993-ers entered the start of our fifteenth year. smexyphillya!! and to replace the ever sexy Cikgu Rahmawati, Mr Ong was assigned to our class as our B.M teacher. he is horny. i wish i had turtles in my backyard. anyhuu, Mr Ong proved himself worthy of our insults and thus, the birth of Le' Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HIDE YOUR BABIES!!! Le' ONG IS HEREE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. being the horniest teacher around ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh saya suka, saya suka"&lt;/span&gt;  We(lau, daryl) gave Le' Ong  very sexy characteristics and(just 5 minutes ago) a background story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris, France 1973. In the dark of the night, a French couple there was. gazing into the stars. As the moonlight mocked the black people of the earth. A French Hoomby-Boomby monkey, havin seis on the trees above them. "OOO OOO OOO AH AAAHH AHHH" throughout the night. The crumpets twas getting cold. But ah, the palm of her hand, upon the hairs of his ...thing... the cold, was no problem. Who would guess that this would be the night. That one night, the meeting of the gametes. Who knew what monstrosity was in store for Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Cries were heard echoing in and out of the halls. Petrified screams danced their ways all the way to the ears of the receptionist. A hospital, where Le' Ong, met the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Some say peanuts can talk, others say Le' Ong sold his soul to Oprah.But all this talk of Le' Ong stopped when everyone finally found out that Janet Jackson doesn't like cream on her cookies.. Fo Shizzle. But, as Janet Jackson desperately tries to convince the world that she DOES like cream on her cookies, Le' Ong... runs around Paris. Free... and naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIDE YOUR BABIES!!! 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