<?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-38891604</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:42:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idoWHATIWANT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-1834198538583062550</id><published>2008-11-24T03:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:39:24.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" height="350" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandtools.nabbr.com/bandtools/flash.php?bandId=260&amp;amp;playerId=260&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;affiliateId=77&amp;amp;instanceId=140360091983916bab2dc93460588d18&amp;amp;network=facebook"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="300"/&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="350"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandtools.nabbr.com/bandtools/flash.php?bandId=260&amp;amp;playerId=260&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;affiliateId=77&amp;amp;instanceId=140360091983916bab2dc93460588d18&amp;amp;network=facebook" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowdomain="any" allowscriptaccess="always" height="350" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-1834198538583062550?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/1834198538583062550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=1834198538583062550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/1834198538583062550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/1834198538583062550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out!'/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-632729100725353861</id><published>2007-06-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:00:23.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the school holidays &amp; I've been on the computer 24/7..hehs~!My mum's back from Johor &amp; me, nothing much except for netball yesterday. It was so tiring &amp; one of the senior was like so bad to us..She accused us of talking behind her back..whatever lar..I don't give a damn. Any way I have nothing to post but here's some pix of the singapore museum excursion((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/MUSEUM2.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;our classmates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/MUSEUM3.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pearlyn,shirley &amp; zhi jun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/MUSEUM4.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me &amp; atiqah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/museum.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The big cherry or was it chilly??outside the museum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;admire my photography skill((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-632729100725353861?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/632729100725353861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=632729100725353861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/632729100725353861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/632729100725353861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-school-holidays-ive-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-8400803066902055677</id><published>2007-05-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:33:58.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the Orchid Country Club at Yishun. I sat at table 21. There was a performance on stage &amp; some of it were quite funny. Then, we had our dinner. It's a malay food but I dunno what it's called. I only ate a bit cuz I wasn't hungry anyway. I munched on the desserts instead cuz they were delicious.YUMMY~!heh! Kaes then I was tired and rested my head on the chair. There was a vibration on my phone which lasted for 2 seconds. So I called the number back but the person said he didn't called..a minute later I received a msg..aww..it was so sweet..and I dunno what to reply back. &lt;font size=1&gt;SPEECHLESS~!&lt;/font&gt;Hah! I kept reading &amp; reading &amp; reading &amp; reading countless of times..if he really meant what he said then I would like to tell him everything that I wish to say..only if i wasn't too afraid..&lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pix as promised&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/blogme1.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/blogme2.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door as I enter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/blogme3.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; didi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/blogme4.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-8400803066902055677?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/8400803066902055677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=8400803066902055677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/8400803066902055677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/8400803066902055677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-i-went-to-orchid-country-club-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-3671125892889025020</id><published>2007-05-19T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T06:49:31.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight, as I sat near the computer screen, singing to innocence by avril lavigne, my brother exlaimed, "Why is it smoking?" I didn't care at all, I was in my brother's room cause my elder brother's using the comp in my room. So the living was just outside &amp; my younger brother was just at the door when he exclaimed. Yerp, I looked at the screen, then being a bit KPO..I looked outside. I noticed smoke rising from on top the television. Haha..what a funny scene~!But quite dangerous at the same time. My younger sister was shouting,"OFF!!OFF!!" Haha, and I just watched everything as if it was a TV show.. Kaes, more smoke rised..eh really sei..I never believed a TV would smoke..haha..Only on TV haha..if you get what I mean..No one was watching and it was left on. My family's done that plenty of times before &amp; it never burns but funny today it just did. Maybe it's telling us to save electricity..heeHEE!!funnyFUNNYfunny..haiz..I miss someone alot cuz it's been 10 days..ALAMAK!! Actually right..I should have snapped a picture of that burning TV..Aww..what a waste..The smoke was a nice colour by the way..Erm..I dunno what else to write about..&lt;i&gt;THE END&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh Ouh..I had thought that my cat, not Mao, but the other one, Kecik, had bite the wire &amp; was at the back of the set..Then I find find, it was at the balcony in the basket, looking cute((: Kaes..now then &lt;b&gt;THE END&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-3671125892889025020?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/3671125892889025020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=3671125892889025020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/3671125892889025020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/3671125892889025020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/05/tonight-as-i-sat-near-computer-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-6721286175127359633</id><published>2007-05-18T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:58:02.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;Today Lala didn't go to school..I went to her house, knock the door &amp; nobody answered..being me, I left without her((: Then met Irah at MRT station waiting for Fatyn so I accompanied her. Recess was damn boring so I went to class &amp; watched Nabilah &amp; Kamariah straighten their hair &amp; put on make-up. heeHEE those beauty twins.. During Mother Tongue, Cikgu Zubaidah confiscated my ez-link, telling that I'll have to meet her after school for Malay Oral. Ouh yerrp.. my results..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;english comprehension 21/50&lt;br&gt;Malay Paper 2 33/70&lt;br&gt;science 58/100 or was it 56??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;Yerrp..that's all..then history..2e5 wasn't supposed to go to the hall but last minute need to go..so no history result..WEE~! cuz i didn't study &amp; &lt;b&gt;100% sure&lt;/b&gt; I'd FAIL..After school, I handed in Lit Project..Then, meet Cikgu Zubaidah..HAHA Azree was so cute..he opened the door &lt;i&gt;for me&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;strike&gt;Had to strike out a few sentence from here cuz it's unfair but I really liked it alot&lt;/strike&gt; Then at home, there was a missing yellow humming bird which was so cute..eyys..i dunno if it was even a humming bird..humming bird got long beaks right??ouh..then no..I know I know..KINGFISHER..yerrp..yerrp..a kingfisher cuz I'd seen a poster with a bird something like it before! It's so cute. But funny though..when I came near it, it stopped chirping &amp; pretend it's not there. As if it's camouflaging(however you spell it)&amp; as if I dunno it's there. I feed it bread &amp; it pretend that I didn't notice it was there which I do if you get what I mean..EYYS~!I'm tired uh..so I'll end here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-6721286175127359633?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/6721286175127359633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=6721286175127359633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/6721286175127359633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/6721286175127359633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-lala-didnt-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-6103498797447613497</id><published>2007-05-15T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:12:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;Today had to come to school for counselling so at the same time I served my detention and today is the last day..so &lt;font size=1&gt;NO MORE DETENTION&lt;/font&gt;!!WEE~! Talked with Miss Jannie for 2hrs about me. I can't remember what I said to her..eh..actually I do but I'm not telling you. heeHEE but yerp..I'm keeping my mouth shut for now. Ok larh..I just tell you a bit but not all..That time I drew this picture, of the way I feel. There was his name &amp; mine, a candle, a letter, an enverlope, a rose, petals, pen knife, blood, a girl(ME) &amp; scribbles. Suhaila like it ar when she saw during detention inside the office &amp; begged me 2 draw for her. I &lt;font size=1&gt;LOVE&lt;/font&gt; to draw so I drew her one but a little different from mine. I drew tears for her and the letter has different sentences. Besides the candle &amp; everything, they're all the same. Then after I drew, Ms Jannie wanted to see us. So Suhaila was holding that paper &amp; put it on the desk. When we return from lunch, the paper was there &amp; Ms Jannie took a look at it. Then my father took me home to lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Suhaila told me that Ms Jannie had asked what the pen knife meant and she told her that it meant SUICIDAL! MS Jannie asked why ar, then that pembusted suhaila told her to &lt;b&gt;ask me&lt;/b&gt;. So today she ask me lar..who is this guy that I wrote about in the drawing,how I meet him,how I feel towards him,why am I feeling suicidal..ALOT! Then at last,she made me promise to try &amp; contact her when I feel suicidal. I promised &amp; we go back to the office &amp; I meet with ila. That's all for today. &lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;u&gt;byeBYE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe u LOVE pix:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/blog3.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;The drawing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;MID YEAR IS OVER &amp; I DON'T GIVE A DAMN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=webdings&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-6103498797447613497?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/6103498797447613497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=6103498797447613497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/6103498797447613497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/6103498797447613497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-had-to-come-to-school-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-1250444010842417406</id><published>2007-05-11T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T02:34:31.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;3hrs of detention for 5 days..mr ow caught me,lala &amp; PPL &lt;b&gt;lollipop&lt;/b&gt; under void deck! Me regret sia for smoking.regretREGRETregret..what's worst is we have 2 sign our handbook before going home. Then after that, he called up my parents. I was supposed to meet them at my grandmother's house but me &amp; ila ranaway from home that night. We plan to sleep at irah's house that day. So before that we hang around pat bawah block rumah irah pasal she was at City Hall I think with her family. Then, we met Fatyn and went to her house. Her room nice sia. It was black on one side and pink on the other filled up with graffiti some more. Lala bbl pat phone with her syg &amp; Fatyn pon bbl with irah &amp; I was so damn bored that I slept from 5 to around 7.&lt;strike&gt;sorry,this was meant to be a secret(:&lt;/strike&gt; After we ranaway, our parents brought us to police station nak sent us to girl's home. But it was not a bad case so we able to escape uh because they were searching for drug abusers and bla bla. So go home syarahan 24/7. Then I sleep. Lucky sia anyway. Today geography exam. Tak study so I went through Anthea's notes &amp; everything came up. luckyLucky me. hehe. standard larh..lala at my house now..talking to my parents. Later kene go counselling lagi. haiz..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pix:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/blog1-1.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the interview room at the police office&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/blog2-1.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ouh nvm..this is my office!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-1250444010842417406?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/1250444010842417406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=1250444010842417406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/1250444010842417406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/1250444010842417406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-2066132430611484622</id><published>2007-04-07T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T06:12:00.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy lately..lots going on and uh..dun 1 2 name its so personal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-2066132430611484622?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/2066132430611484622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=2066132430611484622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/2066132430611484622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/2066132430611484622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-8657438798601670859</id><published>2007-03-24T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T07:07:39.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't on e computer lately. I have nothing to say actually. I've not done literature project yet &amp; it's already due. Now I really have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Latest happenings:&lt;br /&gt;1)I fell in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;2)I got a job&lt;br /&gt;3)I have a new MUMMY&amp;DADDY who i love alot(:&lt;br /&gt;4)I made a crown for MUMMY&lt;br /&gt;5)He's single&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-8657438798601670859?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/8657438798601670859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=8657438798601670859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/8657438798601670859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/8657438798601670859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-on-e-computer-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-6973403870054027981</id><published>2007-03-14T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:21:07.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;There was math supplementary yesterday &amp; I wasn't the least sleepy at all! I had a packet of mentos with me &amp; it sure helped me in concentrating on what ms chan was teaching. We had our lesson in 1e4 &amp; I sat next 2 the window. I can see the field &amp; there were soccer boys playing. We learned about proportions. Anyway, after the class, I took the train to Tampines &amp; browsed the clothings at This Fashion. Well, nothing much but atleast it's better than the one at White Sands. I want to go to the one at Paya Lebar one day. Maybe I can go to Bugis or Vivo &amp; find other clothings. There's so much to shop at Bugis &amp; Vivo cuz there's plenty of shops. I remembered getting lost at Bugis with ila. There's so many shops that we weren't sure which direction to go to get to that shop. There's one shop which we had to take the lift &amp; get out from the other side to get to the shop. It's like a maze &amp; very interesting actually. Yeah &amp; we didn't manage to find the photobooth. After that, I met ila at Pasir Ris &amp; snap some pix at other ppl's motorbikes((: Ouh I forgot to mention that Mao was missing. Actually, I'm very lazy to type what happened cuz it's long. Well, we found Mao atlast. THE END&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-6973403870054027981?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/6973403870054027981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=6973403870054027981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/6973403870054027981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/6973403870054027981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-was-math-supplementary-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-9100958402459786622</id><published>2007-03-09T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:27:06.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint .</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a bore since there was nothing to do. My mum won't let me listen to mp3 &amp; was nagging 24h. She woke me real early &amp; forced me not to sleep. I can't sleep, I can't rest &amp; there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to go back to school. One day of holiday &amp; it's damn boring. I saw Didi painting &amp; decided to do the same. I tried painting Mao but the eyes went all black. So I drew my favourite. A hand, a knife, a cut &amp; dripping blood. It was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I found myself painting the whole day. After that I tried using crayons. The hand turned out ugly. So I drew a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I displayed everything on the wall beside me bed. Now I'm waiting to make it into a mural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of  the paintings &amp; drawings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/PAINT3.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl i drew in crayon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/paint1.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hand i painted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/PAINT2.png&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ballerina i painted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-9100958402459786622?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/9100958402459786622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=9100958402459786622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/9100958402459786622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/9100958402459786622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/paint.html' title='Paint .'/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-4552384041429250281</id><published>2007-03-08T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:37:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy With Pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;Today, after school, me &amp; ila went to Vivie to buy the shoe ila wanted yesterday. Ila was not sure to buy it &amp; went to swanks, a shoe shop next to Vivie, to see the shoes there as it was on sale up to 50% discount.  We really admired one of the designs which cost $10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ila decided not to buy any shoes &amp; we were off to Mac's. We head McChicken &amp; coke. Then we went to the library &amp; walked home. We stopped by some beautiful rocks &amp; snapped some pix. We stopped once we discovered we had disturbed the Buddhist praying area. Then we went to a playground &amp; this big drain &amp; snapped more pix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to my hp MP3 all the way to ila's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a pix of me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/Picture181.jpg&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me under blanket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-4552384041429250281?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/4552384041429250281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=4552384041429250281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/4552384041429250281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/4552384041429250281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-with-pics.html' title='Crazy With Pics.'/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-1720309340932328323</id><published>2007-03-07T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:40:42.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;I had to stay back today. What sia..but I left early.(: Then me &amp; ila wen to White Sands for a while to buy stuff. Then we went to Mac &amp; had our lunch first. When that was done, we made our way to This Fashion to check out the latest outfits. Then comes some bone tickling moment. Suhaila saw a group of Siglap Sec boys &amp; was afraid to go to this fashion as they were near that area. She said she knew the way they look at us. Ok..but I think it was silly to be afraid of them. Finally, she gave in. Soon, we found them waiting for us(more likely waiting for ila :P)outside of This Fashion. They didn't dare go in as that was a female shop. We saw them discussing outside &amp; we made our own discussion too. When we were about to go, one of them came in. It was so funny because he came in then went back out. Haha! Then they say something about paisey..lol(: Then they like tell this 2 siglap girls to get ila's no :P . We walked quickly &amp; went up the escalator to a shoe store. ila like this one sho which was on sale for $5. She want to borrow my money tomorrow to buy it. Well..that's all I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-1720309340932328323?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/1720309340932328323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=1720309340932328323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/1720309340932328323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/1720309340932328323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/paisey.html' title='Paisey.'/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-2456904357274813656</id><published>2007-03-02T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:02:16.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;I feel really bored lately. There's nothing to do &amp; I'm so stressed with school, home, netball &amp; friends. There's really no one to trust except mao, ila, my abg &amp; Didi. The others are just not as understanding as them. It's really difficult to live when no one trusts you. I guess I'll end here. There's nothing interesting to type about anyway so what's the use?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-2456904357274813656?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/2456904357274813656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=2456904357274813656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/2456904357274813656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/2456904357274813656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/stressed.html' title='Stressed .'/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891604.post-117301624918907165</id><published>2007-02-20T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:26:04.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;My uncle had just passed away &amp; I've just returned from Mardhiah's accompanying her since her dad left. He died on Monday afternoon &amp; I heard the news when Mr Yew called my mom after I had breathing difficulties during netball. It's like asthma but it's not. Anyway, my mum had just arrived at Mardhiah's house when Mr Yew called. So she rushed back home &amp; waited for my arrival. Suhaila accompanied me home as she lived near &amp; is my cousin anyway. As soon as we got to Pasir Ris, Ila wanted to buy ear rings at watt's up so I got home late. Later when we were at Ila's, she gave me four pumps from the asthma thing. Finally I got home, my mum was nagging all the way since I was late &amp; I always get ready late which add on to what was going on. My dad arrived at the clinic after a few minutes of waiting. He too wanted to visit the doctor. The wait was so slow so my mum &amp; dad went out to buy food &amp; got me to stay. They came back just in time as the nurse called my name. The doctor said I don't have asthma as I breathed OK &amp; gave me the 'worry' medicine instead. I don't really get what she meant but whatever. When we got home, we changed into funeral kind of clothings, for muslim. I wore black scarf &amp; baju kurung. We took the taxi to Mardhiah's, or was it the bus? I can't remember but yerp we arrived. Mardhiah looked suprisingly happy anyway. It doesn't feel like anyone died to me because everyone was talking &amp; laughing. Hah, I expected people sobbing &amp; crying but no, all I see was an upside-down of a sad face. Everything was normal as usual. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school the next day as it was the funeral. I was dressed in purple scarf &amp; baju kurung. We had to wait along time for everyone to arrive &amp; I'm not sure if it was them who are late or was it us who were early. Then there was this guy in white. He looked so cute! Hah, it's a funeral &amp; I could still care about guys. What the hell was I doing? When my uncle came, he was bathed inside the covered kitchen. What was on my mind was what Mardhiah had said to me the previous night. She said something like, "Tomorrow my Abah come right? Yay! Alah, tapi die tak boleh cakap(Aww, but he can't speak)!" I wanted to laugh but I don't want to hurt her. Then there was once when she asked me, "Tomorrow they bath my  Abah eh?" I nod and she asked, "Abeh die bukak baju(then, would he take off his shirt)?" I replied," Aah lah(yes lah)"and she said, "Eee, so disgusting!" Hah! I couldn't force my self to stop giggling. It was so funny &amp; I don't believe a seven-year-old girl would ask something like that! After my uncle was bathed, they prepared the things for him &amp; I actually cried when I saw him. I don't know why but I did. I went to the cemetery after that &amp; watched him for the last time. haiz..I do miss him.. When they've burried him, we read some prayers &amp; visited other graves too. When me, Mar, Didi &amp; Yaya got to my grandmother's which was near Mardhiah's flat, I rested &amp; drank plenty of water. A few minutes later, I received a call from my mum telling us to go to Mardhiah's for lunch. We had to walk all the way there. There weren't many people as previously when we got there. There were some people eating &amp; we joined in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/kikiblog.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me at playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/Picture113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5 days after the funeral. Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/crazechic/Picture104.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;me &amp; mar during sleepover&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891604-117301624918907165?l=watiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/117301624918907165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891604&amp;postID=117301624918907165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/117301624918907165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891604/posts/default/117301624918907165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/death.html' title='Death .'/><author><name>Kiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y054QgraL20/SJRcmz0TkTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AGzDDByBywM/S220/eyra2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
