tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12689463543969134762011-07-28T05:38:52.558-07:00testing123http://www.blogger.com/profile/03421552737441996429noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268946354396913476.post-56971203665576254642009-12-11T11:34:00.000-08:002009-12-12T07:52:07.982-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTnABIUT4uw/SyKfdvu0tJI/AAAAAAAAA98/8CuwV9er_Pg/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTnABIUT4uw/SyKfdvu0tJI/AAAAAAAAA98/8CuwV9er_Pg/s400/DSC01092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414065035430638738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTnABIUT4uw/SyKfdCpt8ZI/AAAAAAAAA90/K3oo9Q5fPQ8/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTnABIUT4uw/SyKfdCpt8ZI/AAAAAAAAA90/K3oo9Q5fPQ8/s400/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414065023329628562" border="0" /></a><br />I miss them already. Never had I reckon in my selfless life that I would utterly miss the bad times I had in school. I have always dreamt of freedom, and to be priviledged carte blanche for once in my life was certainly an icing on the cake for my 17 years of existence . Yes, I have enemies and even, in the discomfort of my own classroom. The miraculous fact that these scum bags, dim-witted idiots had actually given me an experience which somehow, made me titter for a second - hence, the post. An experience which does not profess hatred and retaliation in any sort of way, but given me a profound outlook towards my immatureness at school and how if I ever became good friends with these bastards, would I have something relatively stupid to remember during my "heyday"? I could foretell that I would burst into a loud guffaw when I grew older remeniscing such experience with these irksome peasants. (im not referring to the people in the picture)<br /><br />I am loving every single second of holiday. Albeit I have to keep up with the tedious activities as part of my student exchange programme, I am trying my best to spare as much time with my loved ones and friends before I leave for an adventure of a lifetime. I am also waiting for the return of my oh so good friend, Karena Cheow Wei Wei. I have made umpteen plans with her - a date, a tour around the city and continue our last chit-chat. Cant wait for awesome cool things lying ahead and lets just hope I wouldnt get too caught up. teehee<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268946354396913476-5697120366557625464?l=ihavenolifesoiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>testing123http://www.blogger.com/profile/03421552737441996429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268946354396913476.post-7195198693309829912009-12-10T11:57:00.000-08:002009-12-11T02:22:20.446-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTnABIUT4uw/SyFTJUpuKxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/44ii2igrVkc/s1600-h/4158849806_4fdb92e686.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTnABIUT4uw/SyFTJUpuKxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/44ii2igrVkc/s400/4158849806_4fdb92e686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413699646703676178" border="0" /></a>hello there.<br /><br />i am back to the world of blogosphere after I expunged my previous oh so lame blog <span style="font-weight: bold;">theikmaldotblogspotdotcom</span>. After much excogitation and recruited by my fellow pals, I agreed, alas not commited, to persuit and resume blogging about my ho-hum, dreary life which I doubt you would care. Credits to Qilla for helping out with the layout and indeed, the editing pleases me in every way. Thanks!<br /><br />The cease of SPM hopes to be the kickoff of crazy new things with friends and family. I hope to fill the time with excitements, resume our long past conversation and reluctantly, dance? I had to be apart of a tradisional dancing routine as part of my student exchange programme in January. Well, I hope to have all of this, or even more, written in this little humble blog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268946354396913476-719519869330982991?l=ihavenolifesoiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>testing123http://www.blogger.com/profile/03421552737441996429noreply@blogger.com0