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Yeahh, i don't have the energy to keep open different windows. Sue me. My computer lags like mad and it drives me mad. It's the root of my impatience nowadays. Aside from my brother, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the boyfriend came over this morning. To eat the food the mother cooked. Cos you know she's not MY mother and he's not MY boyfriend or anything -.- You reading this, will think it's sweet. It gets annoying after awhile. You start wondering what part you play in the story. And like me, you'll realize you've got a part as an antagonist. Well, beggars can't be choosers. And as much of a beggar i am, it's pretty amusing cos they look like infatuated teens. Isn't life funny? Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to MV. Why? I dunno. Cos it's convenient? And cos supposedly Chinese New Year meant the roads would be empty. This is KL lah bro! No such thing as empty roads. I bet even if they country was under emergency (I don't know how to use it in a sentence, sorry if it's wrong), KL would still be flooded with cars. KLites are totally oblivious to everything going on around them. Which is exactly why i love my KL (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes. Anyways, we went to look for a place to pierce my nose. We eventually found it. It's a stall in front of Sushi King in the Lower Ground. The lady was nice. I dunno if she was Indonesian. I starting worrying about the pain. It didn't hurt. It just stung a bit. Then it was okay. But Kharthik getting his ea rs pierced was a whole different story. Have you watched America's Funniest Home Videos? This was funnier. He looked so constipated and scared and cute all at the same time. I did what any girlfriend would do. I laughed. Yes, i know you're sad there's no picture. He wanted to knock my phone outta my hand so i decided a picture wasn't the best idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He kept telling the lady, "letak spray lagi!". It was absolutely adorable. And to prove that i didn't tear cos it hurt.. Yahoo! tells me that when we pierce our nose, we end up tearing/crying cos our tear duct glands are located in that region. See, i know my Bio facts/logic babyboy (: Heh. I had fun, nevertheless. The food court was a spoiler though. Stupid Dry Chicken Curry Meehoon. We thought it was Curry Meehon with Fried Chicken on the side or smth. It turned out to be Fried Meehon with Chicken Curry on it. I lost my appetite immediately. Aii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was awesome. I think i look really good with my nose pierced :D I mean it's been something i've wanted to do for such a long time. Aside from piercing other parts of my face (: Heh. I've got pictures of myself, definitely. What sort of a camwhore would i be otherwise? (: I think i've typed plenty of nonsense already. Ohh, did i mention my baby made me drive to the grocery shop today? :D Hehehehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMGMYNOSESOITCHYICANDIE! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to get started on Chemistry, Physics(least likely) :P and English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkB_CwKLdMo/Tx6gn7-hDEI/AAAAAAAADYI/fs4Pnbz1fRs/s1600/24012012756.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkB_CwKLdMo/Tx6gn7-hDEI/AAAAAAAADYI/fs4Pnbz1fRs/s320/24012012756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701170786272873538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTy5-fc6t88/Tx6gnSuhsoI/AAAAAAAADX8/Jx4fpyc8gIY/s1600/Image3862.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTy5-fc6t88/Tx6gnSuhsoI/AAAAAAAADX8/Jx4fpyc8gIY/s320/Image3862.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701170775199953538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFpMC9xWX2o/Tx6gnbkMLTI/AAAAAAAADXw/sLD8j6g57b0/s1600/24012012764.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFpMC9xWX2o/Tx6gnbkMLTI/AAAAAAAADXw/sLD8j6g57b0/s320/24012012764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701170777572519218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NICE? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkoQseBIu3U/Tx6gob-UEZI/AAAAAAAADYQ/8aKfZPHO5Vw/s1600/24012012757picnik.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkoQseBIu3U/Tx6gob-UEZI/AAAAAAAADYQ/8aKfZPHO5Vw/s320/24012012757picnik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701170794861957522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I somehow love how my eyes look really fierce here (;&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/9103811726315758256-718297908895671229?l=onekerrishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been using Blogger since i was 14 which is like 4 years ago. Yes, not much of progress on my blog. I KNOW. I got really jakun and well, i started clicking too much :S It happens a lot when you're as kampung-fied as i am. SO D'YU LIKE MY NEW BACKGROUND? :D Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm supposed to be studying Chemistry but obviously it's not working fine. I have Attention Deficit Disorder (self-diagnosed, as usual) or it's just me not wanting to study. I think it's got something to do with my addiction to sleep. Yes, i'm a sleep addict. Bite me :/ I forgot my purpose of blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear there's nothing clicking in my mind right now. This is annoying. Have you ever gone through not being able to sleep at night cos you've got too many things to say to the world (or in my case, this blog)? I go through it all the time! I tell myself "Okay, tomorrow i'm gonna blog about all this". When tomorrow comes, i've either forgotten or lost my mojo. This sucks. But on the bright side, all my rubbish rants actually amount to some readable crap. Hopefully this crap makes you feel better cos whoever you are, wherever you are, you're probably more diligent than i am (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm feeling very lovey dovey at the moment. So please excuse the lovey dovey pictures i'm gonna post. Anyways, there's  this verse from the Bible that i love ohsomuch. I first heard in A Walk To Remember. If you're the kind who enjoys crying over every single thing (like me), you should definitely watch it. I cried reading the e-book -.- I'm a sucker for love stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EV2UaJRR2KU/TxwYckqMBZI/AAAAAAAADWQ/4WNmxdWf6Iw/s320/1_Corinthians_13__4_7_by_iHeaz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700458107500234130" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8fcs5CaXLE/TxwZv7OVSBI/AAAAAAAADW0/bq43ybqrpQY/s1600/tumblr_le3gqxUT1A1qasug4o1_r1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8fcs5CaXLE/TxwZv7OVSBI/AAAAAAAADW0/bq43ybqrpQY/s320/tumblr_le3gqxUT1A1qasug4o1_r1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700459539486558226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it sweet? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKqPtj6pYOM/TxwYc8TiHmI/AAAAAAAADWg/dQcWanpWQ5Y/s1600/118501033914694938_DsyQX2rV_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKqPtj6pYOM/TxwYc8TiHmI/AAAAAAAADWg/dQcWanpWQ5Y/s320/118501033914694938_DsyQX2rV_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700458113847664226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rgMmt4QGRU/TxwXaNXIwQI/AAAAAAAADV4/C_QjOhD-kQk/s1600/IMG227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rgMmt4QGRU/TxwXaNXIwQI/AAAAAAAADV4/C_QjOhD-kQk/s320/IMG227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700456967374946562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Superman. He wears his underwear on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EV2UaJRR2KU/TxwYckqMBZI/AAAAAAAADWQ/4WNmxdWf6Iw/s1600/1_Corinthians_13__4_7_by_iHeaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqyCtvl4yZE/TxwXaZmWrQI/AAAAAAAADWE/CKOOdnyAXsU/s1600/Image3808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqyCtvl4yZE/TxwXaZmWrQI/AAAAAAAADWE/CKOOdnyAXsU/s320/Image3808.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700456970659998978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Superman loves me very much, as you can see (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2b9dJLPZG2U/TxwXZTUOfDI/AAAAAAAADVw/BmqaUmnhsgU/s1600/20012012715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2b9dJLPZG2U/TxwXZTUOfDI/AAAAAAAADVw/BmqaUmnhsgU/s320/20012012715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700456951793482802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Superman gets intoxicated from too much of love and camwhoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9wBJVU1p8A/TxwXYmHvBWI/AAAAAAAADVU/BE8g9PcA96o/s1600/23102011367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9wBJVU1p8A/TxwXYmHvBWI/AAAAAAAADVU/BE8g9PcA96o/s320/23102011367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700456939661493602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Superman whose name is Kharthik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEi_L9_ool8/TxwXY0vs7iI/AAAAAAAADVg/7zmOSj0gfis/s1600/23102011369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEi_L9_ool8/TxwXY0vs7iI/AAAAAAAADVg/7zmOSj0gfis/s320/23102011369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700456943587225122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&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/9103811726315758256-4013656392851932438?l=onekerrishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bloggie, forgive me for i have sinned. I feel super guilty :( Ohh well. Let's talk about what's gone by in the past month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;*I can get through this. I &lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt; be able to post  something worth reading*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I went to the Motherland! (: India. I swear it was the only time where my headache had disappeared. And FYI, my headaches NEVER go away. Not even with an overdose of Panadol. Not that i like taking Panadol also. It's bad for your hormones, you know? Girls, that is. It'll affect you when you have a baby. If i remember right, the chemicals will accumulate and the baby will not be born as perfect as desired. Touch wood. And it affects your menses. I dunno about Panadol Menstruation. To be honest, i didn't know they had such a thing till last year. How in the world did i diverge? :S India, yes. It was really cold and really hot. Lovely, nevertheless. And it was peaceful beyond my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I started college. I STUDY AT MCKL NOW. In case you didn't know, it's Methodist College Kuala Lumpur. 75% of the student population were from my secondary school, Wesley Methodist. I made friends and i'm glad all of them are new and totally different from everyone i've had in the past. I think it's safe to say i've got a clique now (: And they're so open and fun and not boastful in anyway. They make me comfortable. And then there's Sandy who's too cute to be categorized as human. She's like the cutest thing in the worlddddd! You'd die trying to control yourself from pinching her cheeks. I, on the other hand, have the privilege of being close enough to do just that (:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;And and and i can drive so amazingly now! :D Lemme rephrase. I can drive so amazingly IF AND ONLY IF the person next to me doesn't ask me how to say certain words in English from Malay. I can't think that fast. Neither can i solve Maths. DON'T DO EITHER ONE IF I'M DRIVING YOU. I can't ensure you'll get there in one piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ohh yes, there was the end of 2011 and the beginning of 2012 (: How'd i forget that? My resolution was to stop losing my temper as much. It's there. I mean i'm actually sticking by my resolution. But it i've got an exception when i'm going through my time of month. I can't help if my hormones organize a circus every month. I promised myself to study hard and do really well so i can get a place in a good medical school. 2011 was a progressive year for me. I started it by spending three hours on the phone with the handsomest boy on earth. I ended it by being lovesick. There's no progress there, really. But if you ask Sangkir and Kharthik, you'd know i spent most of the year going through minor depression(self-diagnosed, of course) but i got through SPM in one piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;A lot of things i've regretted but i wouldn't want my life any other way. I've got a great family, a great life companion, great friends and i'm more fortunate than a lot of people out there. I'm gonna make the best of this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;My babyboy who studies in China cos he's secretly a panda is home for Chinese New Year (: THANKYOUUUU CHINA. Heh. I love him more than i know. And so do my parents. Well lovebug, this is gonna be a surprise to you so enjoy, and don't kill yourself from screaming k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mummy told me that Papa really likes you and you're a really nice boy. He didn't give hints or anything, he told her that straight up. I'm really happy i've got you. I'm sorry i take you for granted. I know how much you love me and you'll never do anything to hurt me. You mean Jupiter to me. Why? Cos Jupiter's larger that Earth (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;And to everyone who's celebrating Chinese New Year and reading my blog, &lt;span  &gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; and thank you for bothering to read this dying blog, i appreciate it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnamYo9YDms/Txqj25qKZFI/AAAAAAAADUw/BKjMz_nWAsg/s320/IMG020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700048441976710226" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Isn't he handsome? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRzOOwzUEy0/Txqj3rikcaI/AAAAAAAADVI/MjxmUa_oNOo/s1600/Image3348.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRzOOwzUEy0/Txqj3rikcaI/AAAAAAAADVI/MjxmUa_oNOo/s320/Image3348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700048455366635938" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The one and only Sangkirthana &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPU4ECbE-dk/Txqj3u1OT4I/AAAAAAAADU8/VeyINEKDmTs/s1600/03012010139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPU4ECbE-dk/Txqj3u1OT4I/AAAAAAAADU8/VeyINEKDmTs/s320/03012010139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700048456250183554" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Remember the night we had our first kiss baby? (: I was so nervous, i didn't move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnamYo9YDms/Txqj25qKZFI/AAAAAAAADUw/BKjMz_nWAsg/s1600/IMG020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnAVpZJA2SI/Txqj2qABI-I/AAAAAAAADUk/OZF9DWheVeg/s1600/20012012747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnAVpZJA2SI/Txqj2qABI-I/AAAAAAAADUk/OZF9DWheVeg/s320/20012012747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700048437773411298" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;If this isn't love, i dunno what is.&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/9103811726315758256-4103670958540136230?l=onekerrishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ell Oh Ell. I was reading some of my old posts. I really had the semangat to write (: And now i'm like lazy beyond reason. Oh my God. I love Britney Spears. Look what i fould;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;Eh Kriss, can i borrow your glue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;What? Blue? What blue? Eh, what you talking about?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;Amber&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;Kerri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh i miss you so much Ms. Lee (: Those great times in W. Of which i was emo 5245245741 times outta 5245245742. Heh. I forgot what i wanted to blog about O.o I really like Britney Spears. I forgot that i liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i'm here. Nvm, i'll just post pictures now. Cos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; memory is lagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaddaya get when;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WjmTPHW4tIg/TuiPPnZjEvI/AAAAAAAADTc/4L2Oo2Qt2sQ/s1600/26052011133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WjmTPHW4tIg/TuiPPnZjEvI/AAAAAAAADTc/4L2Oo2Qt2sQ/s320/26052011133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952027992199922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a jailbird &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxQ_KCVM5k/TuiPQex80MI/AAAAAAAADT4/PdNht5rrZAQ/s1600/Image3666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxQ_KCVM5k/TuiPQex80MI/AAAAAAAADT4/PdNht5rrZAQ/s320/Image3666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952042858500290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a camwhore fall in love?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LxSxQIAXe_w/TuiPRQSwvVI/AAAAAAAADUA/walmwctAuxo/s1600/Image3498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LxSxQIAXe_w/TuiPRQSwvVI/AAAAAAAADUA/walmwctAuxo/s320/Image3498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952056149458258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You get a pretty cute couple (: Or so i'd like to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAqEWxHRgNc/TuiPP6rnfrI/AAAAAAAADTo/mTiwk6SvBAU/s1600/Image2441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAqEWxHRgNc/TuiPP6rnfrI/AAAAAAAADTo/mTiwk6SvBAU/s320/Image2441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952033168260786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kuala Selangor ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9Qa-GJjNWs/TuiPRpKviVI/AAAAAAAADUM/5Zkna3j1CII/s1600/CIMG0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9Qa-GJjNWs/TuiPRpKviVI/AAAAAAAADUM/5Zkna3j1CII/s320/CIMG0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685952062826711378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SPIDEY (:&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/9103811726315758256-5179381993048594622?l=onekerrishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I dunno how to say evening in German so let's just stick to morning (: Anyways, today was my last day in the awesometastic hell hole. Five years already. Amazing. Honestly, i'm more than glad to say goodbye. I never really clicked with a lot of people. I'm not the social butterfly i wish i was. Too late to do anything about that now. Ohh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say i made more enemies than friends. I can't really say i regret. I can't deny i've found AND KEPT some lovely friends along the years. Enemies more like just one super annoying class monitor who thinks she helluva great girl. Babe, take it from me, you're not. So i couldn't be bothered if you read this (: Ohh how i wish i had the chance to tell this to your face. But i might end up hurting your friends who are my friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangkir and Aisha were the greatest part of these five disastrous years. It all started out when i kept staring at a girl who i thought looked like a monster. The monster is my bestest friend (: We've had arguments, no doubt. But she'll always be the only i one i can be suicidal and morbid with. Aisha's Aisha. She's a class of her own. That epic face she has every morning. You'd think she parties all night every night at how sleepy she looks every morning. LOL. And her cupcakes. Whoa. You're stupid if you haven't eaten it (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  I want more cupcakes. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the ever awesome 1c. Those were the best times of my life. Back when we were all really close. We meaning Sangkir, Aisha, Azlin, Sindu (before she turned chinese) and Emily. And my addiction to staring out the window.  *ahemahemahem* Life was easy and fun. It was amazing. Weird *racists* teachers, dramatic but entertaining classmates, and the Science lab (: From the front, i'd run to the back and hide there cos my friends were there. Of course, Kerrissa never studied in form1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some smarter and more disciplined people got picked to become prefects *ahemsagkirahem* in form2. While i got transferred to chink central. That's where my trouble started. Sorta. Boy, was i lonely. My emo phase kicked in really hard. But i re-friended Nav and met my foodie, Mervin Ng. As well as Amber and GeeKeat. They were a pretty fun bunch. I still wished i was in C. My fate was in W. Form2 is a real blur at the moment. Or maybe that's just how it was. Kerrissa never studied in form2 either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form3 was the year i thought i could make smth of myself. Socially, anyways. I became really into the local music scene. I was happy. Or at least i thought so. I rebelled. Made my parents really unhappy. It seemed worth it back then. I honestly don't know what the big deal was. Then came the parents-teacher conference. Which i conveniently told my mother to deal with while i stayed at home. BIG MISTAKE. She literally exploded when she got home cos of a certain BM teacher who said i could at most get a C for PMR. I never tried denying it. I messed up trials. I thought i'd mess up PMR. But it turned out okay. In turn from my bad ass attitude, i had my life - my internet taken away from me so abrubtly. Emo mode kicked in. What can we conclude? Kerrissa didn't study in form3 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form4 was supposed to be a new beginning for me. I wasn't to happy with my class. But beggars can't be choosers, right? I fixed my problem. I made it a point to 'visit' Sangkir's class frequently. K was a very convenient escapade for me (: That's when i friended Kanishta and Shaniera. Nicholas on the other hand became a huge ANNOYING part of my life. Concert practice with Aarathi and Sangkir was lovely. Skipping concert practice to be with Aisha and Nicholas was lovelier. Those were the moments. Bryan Teh LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes i wish i could take back. I shed tears i don't really regret. I did a lot better than the 3 years before. Nothing to rave about cos Kerrissa didn't study properly in form4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form5 was a drag. SPM stress started early but soon faded off. First term was as terrible as it could get. For me anyways. My temper was getting from bad to worse. I started lotsa bad habits. Over sleeping included. I liked that habit though (: Trials came and i didn't do as bad as i expected. And i'm glad. It's a great accomplishment compared to all the previous years. I also developed an allergy to the colour yellow (; Not my fault they're so kiasu. And their smartness and irritating high-pitched voice (only one) gets a tad bit annoying especially when IT sits so close to me. Gawd. SPM is by far the most overrated thing in this universe. Especially to students of WMS. It's over. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fair share of problems/issues/conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form1 : I was the hantu girl who had terrible writing even though i climbed an extra flight of stairs every morning to help the person who called me that.&lt;br /&gt;Form1 : A fantastic lecture about how i should be a better, more disciplined student cos i was a girl. Pftt. Sexist much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form2 : Attendance oath. By my oh-so-lovely Maths teacher. Newsflash lady, i didn't stick by it and i'm still able to do Maths/ No thanks to you. Xx.&lt;br /&gt;Form2 : Doing English in BM class problem.&lt;br /&gt;Form2 : Trouble involving lives of my seniors whom of which i should have never gotten close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form3 : Lack of discipline in studying which made me really famous with the principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form4 : Not doing my Chem report on time. I personally blame Sindu for this. I did it. Just on a diff piece of paper. Sindu being as chinese as she is, took the paper to copy all for herself. And decided to keep her mouth shut while i got scolded in front of the class. I went to the office, but not deep in so it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form5 : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KERRISSA WAS A GOOD GIRL.&lt;/span&gt; Or so i'd like to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i hate the school. Every inch of it. Everyday was a drag. Every lesson was either stressful or boring or plain irritating. Five years of unnecessary hell. Five years of high standards. Five years of coping with hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My revoked freedom has been returned. I think i've been strong throughout lotsa things. Excluding &lt;s&gt;a few&lt;/s&gt; a lot of tears and headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That chapter's over. Good riddens to bad rubbish, i say. Now i'm gonna start my next chapter in January when i start college. I've got lotsa mixed feeling about it. Nevertheless, i gotta look at it positively. Even if i'm gonna exposed to more yellows. Yes, i'm going to MCKL. FTW. My next chapter will definitely have more of my sexy superman.&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/9103811726315758256-2341574136871008262?l=onekerrishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103811726315758256-6418204443105174462?l=onekerrishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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