<?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-3171797266814806305</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:38:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Maruay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4473984180733107132</id><published>2010-08-12T04:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T04:04:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='315' height='80'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.ijigg.com/jiggplayer.swf?songID=V27CCCGPD&amp;Autoplay=1'&gt;&lt;param name='scale' value='noscale' /&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.ijigg.com/jiggplayer.swf?Autoplay=1&amp;songID=V27CCCGPD' width='315' height='80' scale='noscale' wmode='transparent'&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/3171797266814806305-4473984180733107132?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4473984180733107132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4473984180733107132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4473984180733107132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4473984180733107132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1156319212042237077</id><published>2010-06-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:23:24.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg! I'm using internet to blog through my phone!!! Hahahahaha AND IT'S FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realise I haven't said anything about the trip to singapore hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day reached at night nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day wen out with annabel benedict rieka hsiao hui lynn pearlin and chong chong and then eat bao zai mian and drink milo below annabel's house. It's still as nice as last year (oh no I also just realise there's no equal sign *0*) ok then... :D then after that went up to her house and watched Bride's war Rieka cried *0* ok yea it's really touching hahaha then after that I started playing piano and rieka came and let me listen to some guitar song played by Jacob and suddenly (seriously SUDDENLY) they all started singing happy birthday song to me. I mean HELLO! It's not like it's surprising but it's more like what the hell?? Why are you singing the song when I'm listening to the guitar LOL ok laa let's not be so mean. Awww it's sooo touching hahahaha joking yea thanks for the strawberry cheesecake :D then eat cake OH YEAH! It's still in annabel's house! Hey annabel, send me the rest of the cake lol then most people went home except rieka annabel and lynn and we at 1st wanna pei priscilla during her date with louis. Too bad some guys just love pangseh-ing people -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day... What did I do? Can't remember... Oh oh study in rieka's house with annabel hahaha can believe it? It's supposed to be a trip but we're studying *0* but hey it's fun, just that I realise I can't catch up on chemistry anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4rth day went to eat with welly and his hair was... Nice *0* ok I don't like it... Eh don't tell him hor! Hhahaha he doesn't read my blog one la hor? 5th day also not much went to eat meegoreng in rieka's house OMG it's like I suddenly feel like I'm in secondary school again when everything was so much simpler, where the song 'I'm so lonely' is just a funny song, where my life was in real dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I come back to thailand, I go to school, I go alone (ok not that I don't go to school alone in singapore before sec4 but yea...) I walk alone in the engineering building, quiet and 'composed' (ok that's what some guy say to me when he actually means I'm not a fun person to talk to), constantly looking around for someone I only know by the name and trying to blend in with them. I guess I'm trying too hard, but just can't help it. I'm not someone who got stuff to say, I'm never a fast thinker. Conversations end right after 'oh hi'. Ahhh I'm scared, frankly speaking. I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-1156319212042237077?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/1156319212042237077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=1156319212042237077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1156319212042237077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1156319212042237077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-im-using-internet-to-blog-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-2075370372204579342</id><published>2010-06-07T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:48:10.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god! tomorrow is the badminton trial out!! DIE LAAA i only lost 2 kg &gt;.&lt; plus i only played once since....  dont know? march? OMG it's such a long break. think i'm going to be embarrassing myself tomorrow. *0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just wanna go into basketball to get fit so that his crush would notice him HAHAHAHAHAHAHA until now i still cant believe there'll be people doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, girls are like bees, they only choose what they like, if they dont like they WONT like. =D oh.... or should i give hope like "oh surely she's going to notice you one day"??? nahhh dont care that idiot =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-2075370372204579342?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/2075370372204579342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=2075370372204579342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2075370372204579342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2075370372204579342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-god-tomorrow-is-badminton-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8869182291810208631</id><published>2010-06-05T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:35:58.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pms-ing... one minute down, next minute intoxicated, and today morning? down again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's orientation is the best =D ok without "best". actually i feel good without that word. so i shall change my sentence to "anyway today's orientation is better than any i've had"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were 1st asked to design our logo then after that the seniors start dancing for about 15 minutes without stopping. OMG practically 15 minutes! they just dance and dance... and then i also start being pulled in and also following their dance steps HAHHAHA yea then made a lot of friends from other courses like political science (apparently this guy is actually quite emotional to an extend where he even tell me "goodbye to you we probably wont see each other again" LOL overall he's actually a very nice person) from pharmaceutical (oh god he's the GOD of science seriously) from architect and lastly from "teaching course" *0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm happier in this group than in engineering group.. probably cause most of them are like, i dont know, already know each other since the start and i dont know them? but in this group everyone is new to each other. i feel much more accepted in here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having doubts whether... i should have taken econs or not... from the "it's more perfect here" now it seems not perfect anymore... nothing about what happens to my emotions yesterday and today /ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8869182291810208631?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8869182291810208631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8869182291810208631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8869182291810208631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8869182291810208631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-pms-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-2986075637001696882</id><published>2010-06-05T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:30:48.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.... from the super down mood, now i'm not only intoxicated, i'm FREAKIN intoxicated! i just cant believe it!&lt;br /&gt;          ~you're THE Best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-2986075637001696882?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/2986075637001696882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=2986075637001696882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2986075637001696882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2986075637001696882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3347693550505615152</id><published>2010-06-03T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:46:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT KIND OF GAME IS THIS?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently we were asked to drink up a WHOLE bottle of 1.5litre of coke without having any time to burp. seriously you all should try! it's the worst thing that can happen to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened on that day? i was dumb enough to open it and drink the coke as fast as i can gulp down -_- practically! 99% of the carbonic acid inside just dehydrates and BOOM seriously! i feel like my stomach is bursting &gt;.&lt; damnnnn pain... so i was the 1st one to stop drinking. about 10 seconds later i burp fucking loud. everyone turn to look at me  HAHAHAHA damn embarrassed! MY GOD holy cow. i know why we shouldnt drink so fast, yet i'm still so dumb /sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that walked home from school. it's such a good solitary walk. havent done that since... i dont know... a week before o lvl? sigh... it seems so long; it's not even one year yet. so apparently "solitary" is my new word. i got it from the song "shooting star" which is a deleted song from hercules *0* it sounds totally high class. solitary, solitary SOLITARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm bored... cant really concentrate when you're in love you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i'm going to singapore on 9th to 14th, make yourself FREE! /pif&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3347693550505615152?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3347693550505615152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3347693550505615152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3347693550505615152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3347693550505615152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-kind-of-game-is-this-apparently-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3307495678748159916</id><published>2010-06-01T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:58:58.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY it's getting from bad to worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was freakin hot, we were forced to stand under the sun for 1 hour because some of the guys in the group were talking... FUCK! i was like... ahhh damnit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have dinner with 3 thai friends today =D felt really good that they try so hard to help me with the understanding of some unofficial thai words used by thai teenagers. i'm really grateful. at least it kinda stop making me think about that pangseh situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY it's getting from bad to worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3307495678748159916?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3307495678748159916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3307495678748159916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3307495678748159916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3307495678748159916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/06/seriously-its-getting-from-bad-to-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6163942048725660399</id><published>2010-05-31T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:46:14.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6163942048725660399?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6163942048725660399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6163942048725660399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6163942048725660399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6163942048725660399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-corrections-im-fucking-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6813171109640530911</id><published>2010-05-31T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:47:23.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh engineering orientation's so-called "over". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what the games of the orientation's got? CAR BUILDING! soooo engineerly! it's about making a car that will move the furthest (means least friction and resistance force) and also be able to push down a bottle of a certain volume of water (highest inertia)---this is getting very nerdy... then our groups were like "you should make the object as light as possible to reduce the reaction force N on the ground" and bullshit. "we should make the point of contact of car and the bottle as high from the ground as possible to have max perpendicular force without object moving with acceleration a" and blah blah blah blah. and you know what the end result of our car is? A CAN!!!! A SINGLE, GODDAMN CAN! and tadah! we win the "furthest the car can go" contest HAHAHAHAHAHA such A car! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another weird activity is... CLEAN SEWAGE wtf?!!! anyway i was at 1st appointed to help take out the leaves using a dustpan (apparently it's the only object the seniors give us so...) i realise i sucked at it... but i'm the kind who dont wanna lose face so i continued until a guy behind offered the help. thats my first friend =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure whether can call him a friend or not though. just today when the head of engineering course seniors finished his speech, everyone was allowed to go home, but i got called and so i told him and some other guys to wait for me then we will go have lunch together. but when i was out, HE'S GONE!! OMG i'm pangseh-ed BIG TIME. so i stood outside the hall, alone, looking around finding anyone familiar to maybe say "hey, my friends left me, mind if i join you?" everyone was with a group of other people, laughing and talking to each other as if they have known one another for forever. i started crying... JOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i realise i kena pangseh-ed i was like "ewww sucker!" and walked off to find my cousin in another building. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to wonder, will i be able to find a group which i can stick around with for the next 4 years just like the time in secondary school. i'm scared, frankly speaking... i really am not good at making new friends in the "oh hi, my name's maruay, what's your name?" way. more like "eh you push me for what?!! your name's john huh? i'll remember you for the rest of my life" kind i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok corrections : i'm fucking emotional about being pangseh-ed. if i were like last time, i would have already called that person and demanded for a proper apology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6813171109640530911?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6813171109640530911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6813171109640530911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6813171109640530911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6813171109640530911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahhh-engineering-orientations-so-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-7925282982235308749</id><published>2010-05-19T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:01:21.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thailand is literally dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month or 2 ago, the reds invaded into the main hospital in bangkok and find all the injured soldiers inside. they stopped all the cars they can find and demanded to look into their cars to make sure there's no weapons. some people let them, while others who are more educated tell them "you're not a police, you don't have the right to do that". immediately they hit the car window and almost hurt the people inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after thai new year, the police was ordered to surround a hotel where one of the leaders of the red was sleeping the night before since 5am... the other 2 leaders found out and called that leader to come out using another passage. once he was out, the reds started surrounding the police instead... stupid? they shouldn't even have waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just recently, siam central world, one of the biggest and most famous shopping centre in bangkok, was caught on fire and might collapse at any moment. corrections : JUST collapsed. the tv-programn-hosting building was bombed, one of the channels is closed at the moment. soldiers, army, trucks, police, whatever, are everywhere, trying to "stablilise" the situation. hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the person who's most hurt from these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 years ago, when the 8th king was assasinated, a new king was chosen. he was just 19 years old, he was studying doctor. (why was he at 1st studying doctor? very long story) he stopped studying doctor and decided to study 4 other more important courses - agriculture, science, leadership (or whatever it's called) and law. yes 4 courses, and all in one shot. he was an extremely talented person, he was best in badminton, sailing, all the studies he went through,  music (saxophone, violin, flute and lots more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 years ago, it was during the world war 2 situation. all people, including the Thais, were desperate for food and shelter, everything seemed to be dangerous to them. and when the new king was chosen, he had to continue the 4 courses in switzerland. before he was going up the plane, thousands other Thais surrounded him, all crying deperately "please dont leave us, please dont leave us" he started crying and replied, "i will never leave you if you don't leave me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's happening now, why are they not thinking? why are they only worshiping another one rich person? why are they LEAVING him? why? 4 years ago, on his 60th year of being the king of thailand, 100 thousands of people suddenly came and met at the same place to celebrate this most wonderful day. there's no invitations, they came, all by themselves. no one told them to go. they wanted to do only one thing on that day, to celebrate for our father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is happening now? i don't wanna say what Thaksin has said about our father. it's disgusting, it's just disgusting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7925282982235308749?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7925282982235308749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7925282982235308749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7925282982235308749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7925282982235308749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/05/thailand-is-literally-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3557875017242526160</id><published>2010-05-18T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:06:07.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my godddddd i love this series =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3557875017242526160?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3557875017242526160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3557875017242526160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3557875017242526160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3557875017242526160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my-godddddd-i-love-this-series-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4097439842590388723</id><published>2010-05-15T03:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T04:13:22.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY 1ST orientation's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds happy to let it finish eh? well... partly... ok i dont really know whether i was happy it's over or not. i mean, it's not that kind of fun, it's not that kind of boring, it's not that kind of i'm-quiet-and-not-going-to-talk-to-you-becuse-i-already-got-friends-inside-this-course atmostphere. but still it's like there's something missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! 1st day of the orientation. 1 word WTF?!!! (ok 3 words, whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically there's 3 rooms inside where you have to pass one by one. the 1st room went in and the seniors were wearing army uniform. SERIOUSLY shocked me, i mean, WHAT THE HELL? i know engineering course's orientation is scary, but SURELY they're not going to ask us to run around the jungle and find bombs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky it's not LOL. they just shout a bit... and it's done... ok... retarded. the 2nd one, they asked all the girls to sit behind (oh and practically only 5% of the total students are girls) and watch the guys get killed. xD not that serious but yea, some are picked out to dance chicken dance... ok... retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd room was even more stupid. the seniors sing engineering song and ask us to do the... whats that called? the "move the private part forward while you swing your arms backward" dance. just once, YES once, and the 1st day of orientation's done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd day got more things. but basically not that interesting either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st we were grouped into about 45 people in each group. then one senior bring us around the engineering course area. played some stupid games like... pass the message downfrom 1st person to last person and see how many you got correct kind of game. blah blah. then we had lunch. apparently there's this guy called Ball who's very friendly he even offered me his food share (whatever it's called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway inside my group there's this girl who's a muslim, but the seniors forgot to prepare muslim food for her. so when the seniors asked all of us to eat, ALL the guys except me and Ball and one more guy beside me (Boat) started eating, more like gobbling. then she was looking at us with the "i'm sorry" look xDD poor thing. but it's like, this is the ought-to-do! most guys in there are still childish i supposed. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch we had the oh my-god-so-interesting game of "use the items you have to build the tallest tower" (yea... again) but cant help it. it's engineering course LOL. so apparently my group was in a total venice, other people's group make like 5m of tower and we make 1m. so in the end the "leader" changes our plan and make a heart shape instead. MY GODDD sooo damn embarrassing! but yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess thats all for the orientation? still got 3 more days from 21-23 march. right during welly's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can adapt to the changes in thailand...i'm starting to shake with nerve.&lt;br /&gt;some animal tell me "it's the mindset that one has that determines whether he or she will enjoy or not." well, you cant have a proper mindset when the only thing in your brain whenever you're with them is bugging on one single fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4097439842590388723?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4097439842590388723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4097439842590388723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4097439842590388723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4097439842590388723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-1st-orientations-over-sounds-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-9064219809475428094</id><published>2010-05-04T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:40:18.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... it's like months since i last blog eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so... there's actually nothing to write when you dont try to remember what you did LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for this one time when the china people come to visit. my mother was proudly saying "oh my son studied in singapore he can speak chinese". the china people are like "WOW zhen de ma??". i couldn't do anythnig but grin like an idiot and reply "yi dian dian" then he start bullet-shooting with chinese questions. COME ON!!!  when i said that i'm NOT trying to be humble! i mean it! &gt;.&lt; do they have to read between the lines when there's no gap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 months ago my sister's best friend all of a suddenly told her he like her. she was so seriously shocked because they never ever feel anything with each other for the past 8 years. she know who he's playing with (3 girls at a time) she knows all the bad habits about him. when all of a sudden he so called "realised" he got feeeling for her &gt;.&lt; she didnt dare to look or talk to him or whatever... until suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2 weeks ago she told me she also liked him -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell's wrong with her? anyway so they were rather QUITE serious about this feeling they got until the guy offered to come see my parents last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, if there's no other people in the restaurant my mother would have literally killed her at that moment. and i am serious. lucky she calmed down when we reached home. though of course there was a 3 hour talk after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it? all the more.. "unique" events that happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes the accident IS true. though it wasn't me who met, it's my sister. she was driving when suddenly from her left side a car banged into a guy riding motorcycle and the guy flew in front of her and yea.. she couldnt stop on time and banged him. the 1st car to hit the guy fled and so she got all the "punishment" (?) whatever. the guy died 2 days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now she is not allowed to drive for the next WHOLE year &gt;.&lt; so extreme though it's not like it's her fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think that's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-9064219809475428094?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/9064219809475428094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=9064219809475428094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/9064219809475428094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/9064219809475428094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4745337057168477391</id><published>2010-03-12T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:33:44.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>read about this in one of the guy/girl book xD&lt;br /&gt;girls are like bees and guys are like flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bees only go to the flowers that they want, if something's wrong with the flower they would just shake their heads. leaves? no. grass? no. they dont like to try new things. some more, if irritate them too much, they'll just sting you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flies take everything and ANYTHING. no choosing. shark's fin,mixed rice, or even rotten, they're fine. as long as the smell float into their nose they'll just go over. fan them away they wont buzz off. thick-skinned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4745337057168477391?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4745337057168477391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4745337057168477391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4745337057168477391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4745337057168477391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/03/read-about-this-in-one-of-guygirl-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3319076614678107851</id><published>2010-03-08T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:05:01.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally decided to blog about my trip to england...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok not that bad la hor. but i seriously dont know why, going to ang-moh country we have to eat the "FINEST CHINESE CUISINE" there. 1st day's the best in this town, 2nd day in this town, 3rd this, 5TH THIS! what the hell! (but they seriously put LOADS of seasoning powder to make it the "finest"). sure the food's nice, but i was having the i-want-to-eat-fish-and-chips feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 1st day went to this shakespeare town. every house has got something to do with shakespeare like "this is the clinic shakespeare went into when he was 3 years old". the other clinic's when he was 4 years old. this is shakespeare's 1st house. this is shakespear's primary school. this is shakespeare's 1st own theatre. this is shakespear's 54th restaurant, he ate in it when he was 13 years old. FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, these people are OBSSESSED with shakespeare! even the town itself is called "shakespeare town". only one interesting thing in here was that cause my cousin's crazy over shakesspeare, he was practically awe-ing and running around like another obssessed idiot. anyway he bought this chewing gum called "shakespeare chewing gum" for 5 pounds just to have the name appeared on it. oh and it wrote "shakespearean insult : thou breath stinks with toasted cheese" xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day went to manchester to look at man U stadium. since my cousin's, again, obssessed with football, he was highing to himself and almost run around leaving me alone /pif. anyway, there's this man standing beside me. he know i'm not rereally into football, but he's like enthu-ing me with his super non-stop talk about man U history. apparently the only thing i'm interested in here is to probably take a picture or 2 of the footballers to show other people that "hey i've taken picture with rolnado!" or something. my cousin bought another 5 pound worth of a coin which has got "MAN U" printed on it. while on the way back to a hotel my cousin continued the man's talk. i was like "ahhh" "cool" "interesting" all the way. oh oh and i think rooney looks like shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day went to liverpool. i mean, WHAT THE HELL LA! i shouldn't even go for this trip! my cousin was,yet again, highing... damnit! they dont understand the feeling of us non-into-football people! ok so we looked at liverpool stadium, cool, cool, cool...  ok boring. cant remember anything else. oh i got super sick suddenly. have lunch and just vomit out everything. reminds me of the time when i had LOTS of cheese in one meal and got butt-injected after that. yea so thats also why the trip sucks. my own fault though xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day was more... umm exciting? the view's great and everything but the sickness just lasted me another whole freakin day. people talk to me i just went "oh *nod nod*" cant concentrate. &gt;.&lt; the worst thing that can happen to you during trip is when you aren't feeling well. giddy, vomit vomit, headache. so in the end went to sleep in this 700+ year-old castle. quite cool! got its own prison cell one. wanted to walk there but yea, not feeling well. the guide said that there's this sir and lady dont-know-what-name who lived there 400 years ago. the lady killed her husband due to some reason and hid his body in the castle somewhere. then when the court found out she's the murderer, they decided to kill her also. but since last time murderers bodies are not alowed to be burnt but must be placed back at their own house, they hid her body in the castle too. lol funny. like "in the end they lived together happily ever after" type of romance movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day was rather short. shopping all the way xD my cousin fucking pissed me off. 1st he was goinhg to buy this hello kitty mirror for someone he dont know yet. i was like "ew, which girl likes kitty? they all are so act-cute". he say EVERY girls like kitty, just that they are scared to admit it because they dont want to be called act-cute. FUCK YOU. i know who dont like ok? ANNABEL, RIEKA HANDS UP! BASTARD HE! FUCKER. he's a natural talk-backer anyway. i couldnt say anything. &gt;.&lt; ok fine i lost, but still he's a fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3319076614678107851?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3319076614678107851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3319076614678107851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3319076614678107851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3319076614678107851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-decided-to-blog-about-my-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6954931622176479517</id><published>2010-02-27T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:54:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH DISNEY HAS FINALLY CHOSEN A GOOD DAY TO RELEASE TOY STORY 3!!!! it's on my BIRTHDAY!! lol self centred hahahaha finally i feel my birthday is something to be remembered throughout the whole world ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going to england. heard the country's freakin cold. my sister ask me to wear this "long john" pants which look rather...er... stockingly LOL at 1st i thought, i need to take just 10 minutes to pack my bag. stuff my winter coats inside... pants... jeans... long john... xD zip the bag when i realise i havent put in my toothpaste and toothbrush. putiside, zip the bag and realise again i havent put in my camera. put inside, zip the bag and realise yet again i havent put my phone charger. then money... then socks... in the end took 30 minutes for one stupid luggage. almost miss my flight to bangkok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6954931622176479517?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6954931622176479517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6954931622176479517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6954931622176479517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6954931622176479517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhhhh-disney-has-finally-chosen-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-7440372082680591032</id><published>2010-02-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:41:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJQM5xBaRXI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJQM5xBaRXI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not anyone's birthday but who cares!! it's CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going to have visitors from china. my parents are not home, my sisters dont know how to speak chinese. ok i'm doomed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7440372082680591032?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7440372082680591032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7440372082680591032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7440372082680591032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7440372082680591032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-not-anyones-birthday-but-who-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1217409279405260421</id><published>2010-02-23T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:43:55.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 drama series in 1 week... cant believe it. 1st one made my heart sink, 2nd one light up. and 3rd one make my heart crushed. FUCK. i'm in the super emotional mood right now!! someone help play with me dota!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound a little drama, but ahhh seriously i'm feeling goddamn emotional. luckily it isn't really a problem, but just cause the movie's ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to singapore. now thinking of which day i should go back. maybe on the days praisely's going there too. unless i dont have free time on those days. really depends. for some reason i'm imagining annabel with her hair as long as zoe's. maybe cause she's getting fatter by the day. wonder what you all have been doing. mugging? playing with coco? hitting the drums in annabel's house? gossipping about the new teachers and friends? or simply just playing computer whole day after school. really miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if this blog is still read by you anymore. i regret telling you everything. there's not even a single good point about it. i wonder why i thought it was the right thing to do at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok think i'm being over sensitive again. should have watched the 2nd drama last. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry. decided to have some apple or something. opened the fridge and saw a cake slice. SCREW IT, i'm going to eat cake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-1217409279405260421?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/1217409279405260421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=1217409279405260421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1217409279405260421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1217409279405260421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-drama-series-in-1-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8948157767951262699</id><published>2010-02-18T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:56:35.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh just watch whoe goddamn korean drama series.  been smiling for the past 1 hour ahhhh!!! SOMEBODY HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday went for an engineering interview. it was really good, almost something like our oral exam. no difficult question, no stressful atmosphere. it's like just a short conversation. came out happy, but bullshitted a little.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to England next month. my sister's been telling me "ohh you are soo going to have fun time there, trust me 1 week's not enough" and blah blah. but a goddamn 13 hours on the plane! even how fun the trip's going to be you are going to end up being bored to death still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i LOVE this drama series. SERIOUSLY!! annabel, go watch! it's called "biscuit teacher and star candy". LOL i'm sounding like a idiotically love-sick retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you all =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8948157767951262699?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8948157767951262699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8948157767951262699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8948157767951262699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8948157767951262699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhh-just-watch-whoe-goddamn-korean.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5297687419006515292</id><published>2010-02-09T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:03:09.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH OH OH and i have changed my number to +66819776699 nice number eh? hate it though. too nice already. doesnt look like a phone number. something like 9997999 i mean who the hell would believe thats your phone number?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5297687419006515292?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5297687419006515292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5297687419006515292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5297687419006515292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5297687419006515292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-oh-oh-and-i-have-changed-my-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1023365203909733044</id><published>2010-02-09T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:00:30.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH back from Australia at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i describe the trip... the food's literally shit. LOL of the 4 days there, 3 dinners were chinese food. one more is thai food it's like going to china for a tour. lunch's even worse. one of the days we had fish and chips, the more "western" food. the fish just sucks. can still taste the raw meat. and the food there is goddamn expensive. one ice cream (mac ice cream) cost $3. which is about $3.60 singapore money. didnt buy any. so yup food's literally shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel's room is freakin small, like, as small as the room in singapore. just that got 2 people sleeping inside, one more bathroom to block the walking passage. OH OH and the breakfast at hotel is, again, literally shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day, we all took plane to australia reached there at about 2pm, went immediately to some park and the inside got this "captain james cook" house. the worst part is that me and my sister are the only 2 who didnt bathe the night before. so we were down there stupidly smelly and not fresh. but hey! everyone's dead too! i mean, 9 hours of plane, who the hell want to go visit a park? but the cool thing about his house is that they imported the whole house from England! then went to see a church. really cool, beautiful. the guide seriously talk nonstop. not like he's a guide so he talks a lot, it's more like he talk NONSTOP. even on the plane, he wake us up and continue talking &gt;.&lt; so me and my sister and 2 more people who went with us keep staring at him like "what the hell?" cant he see we're dead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day went to visit some farm and OMGGG have you seen a shephard dog?!! so this guy who own the dog show us how sheep are herded. he just say "go" and the dog run all the way and start circling around the sheep and TADAH, the whole group of sheep RUN back to the farmer. (or the shephard, whatever) then wherever he walk, the dog will follow and chase the sheep towards him. GOD seriously smart. MUCH smarter than coco xD then we went to feed some kangaroo. on the way the stupid guide talk about the animals in australia that are going to extinct. 1st the tazmanian devil. ok so at 1st he about about its look then talk about devils. as in DEVILS. what the hell la!. then after that he talk about koala, then immediately link to coca COLA then say about its history &gt;.&lt; this guide is extreme. then he talk about kangaroo and then link to the australia history and also NEW ZEALAND's -_- he really should go for talking competition. then after that went to watch fur seal. so there's this tiny island where there are supposed to be LOTS of seals at the time. but we saw none. then went to watch penguins come up the surface of the water. then it feed the baby awww damn cute. but it's seriously freezing that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day before going up the bus to another place we went to a market to buy some cherries. hey it's seriously nice! while buying the shopkeeper suddenly ask "how'ya goin'?" is she expecting me to not understand english?! so i smile at her and give the i-know-how-to-speak-english face and said "by bus". dont remind me what her expression after that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a 5 hour ride to see 12 stones floating in the sea. then another 5 hour ride to come back to hotel. thats it for the day. oh oh and it's my 1st time going to a pub! AND drink beer. it's tasteless though. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day, we went again to the market to buy more cherries -_- then went to a shopping centre to buy some souvenirs back home. the things are DAMMM expensive. one lotion or whatever it's called cost $60 and thats small bottle, 200g one. then the 400g one cost $150. same brand same stuff inside. dont know who the hell want to buy the big one. then went to eat this crab that cost SG$280 EACH. think the guide anyhow say one lor. oh and then he start talking about prawns and lobsters and crayfish and how they are different in terms of taste. then came back thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup thats the thing i do in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-1023365203909733044?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8702285282510790657</id><published>2010-01-30T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:06:11.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>call me drama or whatever. sometimes you got to put some mask on your face. the only difference is, how thick that mask is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all of you so badly. school's starting for you all and everything. you are going to meet new people, if not, going to meet your secondary school friends. but i still got a long period to go. i miss all of you. hmmm maybe i should make something like the "10 promises to my dog" like "no matter what, don't forget me". sounds stupid lol. not like everyone's going to miss me or anything. thanks rieka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched finish one of the most popular thai movies. then got me thinking, not some philosophical stuff. just, thinking of you all. and wondering back if vice versa is true. either dont miss me, busy, dont know what to say. or worse, dont dare talk to me. it doesn't really matter what the reason is. anyway, the movie just make me think about the old times i had with you guys. i suddenly feel emotional again. thought it's going to be over very soon. but it seems like it's going to bug me all the way until june when school starts. stupid enormous insect. plus i'm hungry now. at 3am... it's not like anyone will care anyway. i miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep. supposed to be sleeping 3 hours ago. just been turning around on the bed million times. like you just eat waking pill or something. it's like the eyes are damn sore but you just cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have faith in your dreams and someday&lt;br /&gt;your rainbow will come smiling through&lt;br /&gt;no matter how your heart is grieving&lt;br /&gt;if you keep on believing&lt;br /&gt;the dream that you wish will come true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this only applies to possible-to-become dreams. but a little wish like "please talk to me." is it an impossible-to-become one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8702285282510790657?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8702285282510790657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8702285282510790657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8702285282510790657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8702285282510790657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-me-drama-or-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3545467344776411286</id><published>2010-01-27T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:10:32.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today's another sucks day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden in the afternoon my sister asked me to talk to some chinese person and help her tell that person she want the list of cost of lamps to be sent to another email. it would be really ok for me if i know how to speak chinese, but she knows i cant. so i told her to just give  me a moment so i can come and ask people how to say it in chinese. she give me this "my god he's so goddamn stupid, i cannot waste more anymore time" and walk away. nvm her. so i came to ask hsiao hui to help me. she's playing game. i cant wait for even a minute, my sister can come and kill me any moment. so i asked simon senior for help. again he thought i was joking. -_- so took me longer than i expect to get it from hsiao hui. went to find my sister again. call, and call until finally the person picked up the phone. unluckily, (i mean it was unlucky that) i forgot to ask her how to say "say slowly" that person really talk like, i dont know, parrot. sharp voice and fast. until finally i got what she was saying and i asked her to send the items to the correct email. when i went back to my sister to tell her it's done, she just nod her head with the goddamn you-are-stupid-and-wasting-time look and walk off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you know i cant speak chinese, you asked me to help you, i took the effort to find out the translated version as fast as i can, i got the job done. and you dont even... you know, a tiny bit of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just want to be born poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3545467344776411286?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3545467344776411286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3545467344776411286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3545467344776411286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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up having this idiotic asshole friend of hers throwing me 10 quesions (when i at the beginning ahd 6) EXTREME nerve booming. seriously feel like licking that idiot. i mean, if the interview is 5 days from then, i would really appreciate your help but HEY it's TOMORROW!! goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so woke up early this morning, have my speech prepared and everything. left house goddamn early and reached there about 2 hours before the real thing start. and you know what? i was not the only one early. there's a whle group of people there already waiting. but i was dam sure, i was the only one nervous -_- they were down there laughing with their friends. even those with no friends, they were practically, LITERALLY sleeping. god! seriously why am i the only one? i mean if there's you know, one of them facing the same thing as me i would feel so much better. but seriously, NONE. ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so got my queue number, it's 90. and one number takes about 10 minutes to finish. so i was down there shaking literally. luckily there are altogether 4 examiners or else i'll be freezing to death before i even reach my turn. anyway this guy sitting beside me suddenly talk to me. a bit of introduction and blah blah. he speak english really well. went to chicago to study leh. &gt;.&lt; and when i ask him if he's nervous. he was like "nervous?" OMGGGG all these idiotic assholes! cant they goddamn see i'm nervous?! i mean, if you could say something more, you know, appropriate, like "i'm quite nervous" or something, i would feel so so SOOO much more relieved. so i waited and waited, then the door open and say "number 89" FUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here comes the interview. the 1st few questions was alright, everything would be so much better if not because one of the 2 examiners keep staring at me. as in, STARE, like move his head forward with his goddamn goldfish eyes and practically stare. seriously seriously. i was really really shaking. then suddenly they ask "what was the last book you read?" i almost say "bitch book" luckily i could think of one of the books my father bought for me. it's something about albert einstein and buddhist god. (which i only read 3-4 pages) so i was like "ok i'm going to stick to that." while bullshitting about the book halfway, the examiner suddenly ask me what i feel about einstein's "buddhist god is rolling dice?" FUCK HE READ THE BOOK! i'm really, really GODDAMN REALLY doomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6939255100866731457?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6939255100866731457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6939255100866731457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6939255100866731457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6939255100866731457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-what-happened-happened-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5843381888367048045</id><published>2010-01-18T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:18:09.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pretty sure my maid is having an affair with the driver. every night they went out together and came back at around 4am in the morning. she looks like a 23 year-old but he's already 35. total pillow-file. oh and my mother is seriously going to kill as in KILL them if she find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5843381888367048045?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5843381888367048045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5843381888367048045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5843381888367048045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5843381888367048045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-pretty-sure-my-maid-is-having-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6906114901999053903</id><published>2010-01-18T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:02:16.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i have officially (learned from annabel lee) left singapore. thank you everyone who made my life so great in secondary school. really really thank you. and  i will miss you normal people really a lot. oh and thanks for the sweet messages lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my sister bought me a new phone. i seriously dont understand why everyone keep saying "blackberry is very easy to use" when i got a gotddamn difficult time to learn how to. hmmm sometimes i think nokia is brainlessly idiot-proved. (or proof or whatever) yea so anyway it's a new phone and i was spending about 2hours saving all your numbers. then take another lifetime to type message to everyone cause you can only send 10 people at once and halfway sending realise i got to goddamn top up my card -_- so those who didnt receive my message, my thai number's +66807799454 NOT 464 (sorry annabel and rieka, change the number in the book please) and extremely likely that this number's going to be changed but will be using it for at least a week. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, though it's short, i'm finally satisfied /pif. thank you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i have read the stupid thingy on facebook. i just need to know how to delete it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6906114901999053903?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6906114901999053903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6906114901999053903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6906114901999053903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6906114901999053903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok-so-i-have-officially-learned-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8380085859388993706</id><published>2010-01-13T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:09:41.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing testing 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>it's difficult to know how someone feel about you when 2 people tell you totally opposite stories. gained 10 kg after the 2 short months. really must admit this time i'm goddamn fat. like vomittingly-disgustingly fat. jeans and all other pants that you used to slip your legs in, now you got to squeeze and wriggle into it. god seriously. (eh but come to think of it it's not as bad as the 14 kg i've gained during holiday before sec2 lor! see? i havent broken my record =D) who cares? the only thing they see is i'm freakin fat now. and nothing's going to change that. disgusting, gross i am *cry* guess i should now change that "skinny" thing now. just need to know how to do it 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to some schools with annabel today. if you want to know what happen read her blog xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8380085859388993706?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8380085859388993706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8380085859388993706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8380085859388993706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8380085859388993706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/01/testing-testing-1-2-3.html' title='testing testing 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1151681698217032100</id><published>2010-01-12T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:21:13.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems like everyone blogs about their results. so ok i shall too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly happy and partly sad. hoping it would be better actually. my goddamn 2 years, i never got that bad for physics before only once when mr prem said i couldnt show my working properly. but why the hell did i get it? i was sure it's going to be better than that. i was goddamn sure i can get 1 point less than what i got. and all because of that stupid subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like, it's extremely difficult to get A1s for sciences while other school the whole level get -_- Maris Stella same standard as us, they got 10+ people who got 6 points. and some uncountable number of people getting 7 points. but hey look at the bright side. finally our school's got one who got 6 points! congrats to atreya =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of people cried on that day. and partly because this year the school dont show 10 pointers. why? for the past years they did and this year they dont want to? people have been longing to get their names up on the slide show and if they get 10 points they wont. what an idiotic sudden-change. so here's to 10 pointers, congratulations you have still done well though the school doesnt want to acknowledge it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-1151681698217032100?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/1151681698217032100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=1151681698217032100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1151681698217032100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1151681698217032100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-seems-like-everyone-blogs-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-415349693867944768</id><published>2009-12-25T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:01:23.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's christmas day, the birthday of Jesus. attended pearlin's performance thingy and have to agree, nowadays christmas = earning of money. though not a christian myself, it's still rather sad this happen. anyway, instead of going out to celebrate with my family, they all went to bangkok to look at some work. so have been staying at home and watched youtube again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY another drama series has ended. AND ENDED TOO WELL. have been awe-ing for the past 20 minutes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so down, so damn down. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-415349693867944768?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/415349693867944768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=415349693867944768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/415349693867944768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/415349693867944768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/12/todays-christmas-day-birthday-of-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1632520175455087744</id><published>2009-12-23T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:08:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched finish the drama series after 3 whole days of spamming youtube. sleep at 5 and wake up at 9 to continue watching, freaking addicted and as hoped, the ending's much better than any of the other drama movies =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be going back tomorrow morning. quite sudden again but well, cant help it when you came here and were expecting to do something but in the end there's nothing. oh well who cares? this year's gonna end. the illusion's going to end. life's going to be great the next 4 years. it is hoped. hmm ok not hoped, it's going to be =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, merry christmas everyone. though it's not the 1st time i say this, it's probably the last time i'm going to say to some people so... i wish you a merry merry life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why, will be coming back again but it's like the last time i'm going to talk to you. i have made huge mistakes, and i should deserve punishments, but why this punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i have been rehearsing a lot for today, i still regretted what i did, i dont want the illusion, my own land, to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway tomorrow got to leave house at 7 and i'm soo dead havent even packed anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5731814424722041276</id><published>2009-11-30T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:11:19.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's funny how little things can make you smile. it's also funny how when these little things disappear, the smile you had would disappear too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5731814424722041276?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6233183549926190627</id><published>2009-11-28T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:15:55.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how it feels to be born stupid?&lt;br /&gt;when the boss asks you to print out a booklet in pink, but there's no more pink, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;a) print out in red and then tell the boss there's no more pink&lt;br /&gt;b) tell the boss 1st there's no more pink and ask if red is fine&lt;br /&gt;those who answer b, according to the boss, you are stupid, DOWN RIGHT STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell are you supposed to know if the boss would be fine with red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid means stupid, and when you want someone to rant your problems with, it's even worse when they just keep saying you are "already good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you? hmm maybe, before i ask that question... where was that i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6233183549926190627?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6233183549926190627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6233183549926190627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6233183549926190627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6233183549926190627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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except it's a little too squeezy and mrs lim was frowning like mad when the magician say "chicks" like 12 times. oh not to mention, there was a PERFECT couple on that day. anyway, benedict praisely ching leong and hidir came to sleepover at my house. while waiting for the movie hangover to finish downloading or whatever it's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidir said, "when you all going to watch, wake me up" said finished then he crouched into a tiny corner of the bed and stay there. we were like "so little space can sleep meh?" he reply of course. so we cover him with blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the download was freaking long, we 4 start playing cards and didnt look at hidir again. suddenly praisely turn back and saw hidir slowly uncoiling himself like  the way chromosome does to form chromatin thread, and literally almost falling down onto the floor. so much for the "of course"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1st the auntie thought only benedict is staying over, so she only prepared one blanket and pillow. now got 5 people so we started stealing the blankets from the kids' room. took 2 from a room for praisely and ching leong. one already-present blanket for benedict, but he got to sleep on the floor so i went to another room to get the mat for him. came back into the room, give him, and realise i didnt have a blanket for myself. went back to the kid's room again but there's no more blanket. ahh nevermind i'll just ask for the mat back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back into the room, and that rascal has slept soundly. thought he's a slow sleeper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5797186483040805432?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5797186483040805432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-2353232851594984541</id><published>2009-11-11T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:42:53.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to study with annabel and rieka. enjoyed ourselves. ate spaghetti and brownie with ice cream. talked talked. gossiped gossiped.  smiled smiled. laughed laughed. and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welly came and play dota. lost lost. dragged chair dragged chair. laughed laughed. and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without something you do everyday, it feels empty, and that's pretty much how i have been feeling for the past 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a total fucker, yea, you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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beautiful dress on friday to wear for her most beloved husband. i wonder if his jaw will drop and sink into the ground if he see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be not afraid of greatness. some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. don't know why love this a lot. random but well, maybe thats how i'm feeling today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7679323400137353986?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7679323400137353986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7679323400137353986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was packing all the worksheets i have been keeping since beginning of sec 3. looking at the silly mistakes i made, like "copper atom is smaller in liquid state than that in solid state" or the "potassium chloride is coloured solution" (wow i must have been the most intelligently stupid person in chemistry at that time). couldn't even believe i could make stupid mistakes like that. i wonder, how did i get 89/100 for chem last year. i looked at my compre, 11/25 to 13/25, just take that as an improvement. i looked at my ss and history sbq. getting 6/18, 14/25. wow, and look, my prelim i got 20/25. i didn't know i improved so much. i looked at the "mistake" i made in A maths, though up till now i still don't understand why the maths teacher think it's wrong. i looked at my 1st physics paper, i didn't even write a single formula. no wonder i got scolded so badly last year. i looked at my chinese paper... ok probably it's the only one i never improve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden, everything we have studied will be thrown away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn emo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7017455856063491214?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7017455856063491214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7017455856063491214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7017455856063491214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7017455856063491214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfIADcwrLI8/Su7mCZSYT9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7oTtSCVGRwU/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-311277810572329586</id><published>2009-11-01T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:40:35.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOCIAL STUDIES TOMORROW!!! and i dont want to study!!&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY 2 MORE DAYS!!!!! and i dont want to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been mugging since morning, i've been playing dota since morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been revising chemistry yesterday night, i've been making story about the lovely couple yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been worried sick about the papers for the past week, i've been sleeping and watching movie and laughing for the past week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-311277810572329586?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/311277810572329586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=311277810572329586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/311277810572329586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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running. her hair was glowing under the silvery moon. she was wearing a white dress, as pure as their innocent love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry...i'm....sigh...late." she panted, followed by a huge exhalation.&lt;br /&gt;"it's okay, i know you were trying to look as beautiful as you can today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying her best to contain her happiness, she broke into a series of chuckle, only to be calmed by his warm and sincere smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took her hand and led her to a bench near the porn, er i mean pond, accompanied by the enigmatic moonlight which had witnessed most of their story she sat down gently on the bench, the way a bowling bowl wouldn't. he bent down in front of her and reached into his pocket. her eyes widened. he's going to propose! he took out the most enormous, the fattest,the most majestic the most expensive-looking nothing, nothing but a tiny piece of folded paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"annabel, please read it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she unfolded the paper and read, "annabel, i've got leukemia, i won't be able to stay with you much longer. so here's for you. i love you.". her mouth started to quiver as emotions swept over her. she looked at at the most handsome and non-pimplish face of her beast, er, prince, the one she had loved since secondary 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh benedict, i've got leukemia too."&lt;br /&gt;"oh annabel,fate has brought us together" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they went for chemotherapy together and became botak. 2 months later they died beside each other at the bishan park cemetery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5096920595630380233?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5096920595630380233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4934258180472629028</id><published>2009-10-31T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:20:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all maths papers done. relieved? no. all the easier papers done and next will be one whole bunch of i'm-so-going-to-die papers. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, my problem's irritating? never heard anyone say that to me. such a person you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4934258180472629028?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4934258180472629028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4934258180472629028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4934258180472629028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4934258180472629028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-maths-papers-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8938385836330049838</id><published>2009-10-29T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:02:37.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realise i got one mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1st write the answer as y = 3. and then use the value to find midpoint. then while checking, notice the answer is supposed to be y = 6. so ok i changed but never use the new value to calculate midpoint aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must  be at least 2 marks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8938385836330049838?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8938385836330049838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8938385836330049838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8938385836330049838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8938385836330049838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-realise-i-got-one-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-349672109412146997</id><published>2009-10-29T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:13:09.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY a more havent-see-any-mistake-in-my-answer paper. but definitely, compared to our prelim paper, paper 2 is much more difficult, or, frankly speaking, have never seen any paper as easy as our school's &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just needed to shit before the start of exam today hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-349672109412146997?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/349672109412146997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=349672109412146997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/349672109412146997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/349672109412146997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-more-havent-see-any-mistake-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5983796814955842601</id><published>2009-10-27T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:13:55.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all my sec4 life, i only chase for one thing. and i guess, now it's time to chase for GOOD RESULTS. but when i realise, the stupid papers we have taken just SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i find the english paper MUCH more difficult than our prelim's. or maybe my english has deproved horribly, like, i dont even know what "bodily presents" mean and was thinking about "something pleasant". total doom, the way venice fall -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths paper was rather easy, sure many people gt FREAKIN high, like the lowest should be around 75. and yea those who get the answer for finding the time needed to fill the container when d=12 as 1 second, you are totally WRONG. (including me) anyway, 1stly you cant use volume ratio because of a very simple reason. both the *pyramids* (to show you how bad i am at english) are not simliar! the width is the same! only the cross sectional area is similar. therefore instead of having 3 dimensions different, you only have 2 dimensions! so the ratio you should be using is area ratio which is 1 : 4. THUS time taken is 2 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so sad, realise it at 6.30 pm -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5983796814955842601?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5983796814955842601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5983796814955842601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5983796814955842601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5983796814955842601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-some-reason-i-find-english-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5298300711556306783</id><published>2009-10-25T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:47:07.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up this morning with fresh beautiful mind of "i'm going to study english today!" opened the sample essay book and turned to look at laptop on my table. ok thats it NO STUDYING AGAIN! so switch on laptop, open warcraft file and start playing game, all the way till 1.30pm when all of a sudden annabel called to ask some retarded maths questions. in the end got into a long talk (just trying to distract her from her study =D i'm evil) then went to study with my primary school friend. random? couldn't believe myself, studying with a primary school friend whom i have not talked to since, i dont know when. primary 6 he flung his prelim and got 189 for his PSLE, can you believe it? 189!! just 2 more marks and he had to go normal already. his class got 25 people taking Amaths last year, when after sec 3 midyear only 5 of them were left. HAHAHAHA guess our school's maths is not that bad anymore. so people who didn't do well for maths, CHEER UP! you can still get A1 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying with old friends is the best way to study. so those who cant concentrate, my suggestion, go study with your old friends =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5298300711556306783?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5298300711556306783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5298300711556306783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5298300711556306783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5298300711556306783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/woke-up-this-morning-with-fresh.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5721735979722021809</id><published>2009-10-25T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:27:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow's our first o level paper, english. hope everyone's gonna do well. to hardworking people, DONT OVER STUDY!! you will kill yourself when the result that you don't deserve for your hard work come out. to lazy people, STUDY MORE!! you will kill yourself when the result come out and you know you can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasy day to study for english. after this no more. go read compo or something! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5721735979722021809?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5721735979722021809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5721735979722021809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5721735979722021809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5721735979722021809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrows-our-first-o-level-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4584745932077233418</id><published>2009-10-24T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:47:22.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't see any point to continue staying in singapore anymore. at least before this i thought my life here is going to end well. and then suddenly things just happen, in a way that i wished i hadn't come to singapore in the first place. i thought during my last days, i am going to smile, but i was wrong. i AM wrong. i learnt many things here, i grow up here, i get to know friends here, and i have always thought my life has always been wonderful in singapore. i was wrong. it has turned out to be more than just horrible, it's turned out to be fucking horrible. if i can, i would just get the earliest flight back to thailand and forget every single thing that has happened here. i hope, all these are just illusions. it will go away, and again, i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am just trying to attract attention... a total loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4584745932077233418?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4584745932077233418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4584745932077233418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4584745932077233418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4584745932077233418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-see-any-point-to-continue.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1631498414748236627</id><published>2009-10-24T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:16:13.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>กูทนเฮี่ยไม่ไหวอีกแล้ว มึงจะแดกอาหารคนอื่นมึงแดกไปกูทนได้ มึงจะยืมเงินกูไป10 10 ล้าน กู ok มึงจะทำอะไรก็ได้กูตามไจ แต่ขออย่างเดียว มึงไปตายได้ไหม ไปแบบที่ว่า เขาไม่ต้องคุยกับมึงอีกเลยอ่ะ ทำได้ปล่าวล่ะ กูรู้มึงมีปัญหา ปัญหาที่ว่า cannot be solved i got to emo สันดารแบบที่ว่า ไม่มีคำบรรยายอีกต่อไปแล้ว กูเคยคิดว่ามึงเป็นคนดี คนที่กูสามารถพูดคุยเกี่ยวกับปัญหาได้ แต่ทำไม มันกลายเป็นแบบนี้ ทำไมมึงไม่ยอมฟังปัญหากูบ้างเลย กูพยายามจะไห้มัน obvious สุดๆ พยายามจะไห้มึงรู้ว่ากูไม่พอใจ แล้วมึงมัวทำอะไร ร้องเพลง!!! ร้องหาควายตัวเฮี่ยไหนว่ะ คนมีปัญหายังไงก็ตามก็ต้องคุยกันไห้รู้เนื่องแล้วมึงทำแบบนั้นน่ะ มันดีสุดๆมั้ง มันทำไห้กูรู้สึกว่า hey มึงไม่ไช่คนที่กูเคยรู้สึกดีด้วย คนที่กูรู้ว่าไห้ตายยังไง มึงก็จะช่วยกูเสมอ แล้วไงล่ะคลาวนี้ not to mention, ความเฮี่ยของมึงที่โขมยความสุกที่กูมีไปหมดเลยคั้งแค่ที่มึงกลับมา พอมึงกลับมา ทุกอย่างก็หาย ไป 3 วันแล้วนที่กูโกรธสุดๆ โกรธจนอยากฆ่าตัวตาย อยากไห้ความรู้สึกเฮี่ยๆนี้มันจบไป แต่กูกลัวตายโว้ย รู้ไหมว่าทำไมอยู่ดีๆปีนี่ เขาถึงได้ไกล้ชิดกับพวกเรานัก เพราะกูนี่แหละ เพราะกูมึงถึงได้คุยกับเขาทุกวัน เพราะกูมึงถึงได้ออกไปข้างนอกกับเขาทุกวันตั้งแต่ที่มึงกลับมา เพราะกูมึงถึงได้เพื่อนดีๆแบบนั้น แล้วมึงไม่รู้สึกเลยเหรอ ว่ากูรู้สึกยังไงบ้าง กูเหนื่อยที่จะต้องตื่นขึ้นมาแล้วต้องคิด วันนี้เป็นอีกวันที่กูจะต้องอยู่คนเดียว แล้วก็ วันนี้เป็นอีกวันที่มึงจะได้ออกไป "เรียน" ข้างนอกกับเขา เออดีไจไป มีความสุขไช่ไหมล่ะ ที่กูโดนทิ้งแบบนี้ เออก็ได้ ไม่ต้องคุยกันอีกเลย มึงจะทำดีเฮี่ยขนาดไหนก็ตาม ตามมไจมึง กูไม่สน จะเป็นไข้เป็นหวัด จะตาบอดเพราะอยากไส่ contact lens เพราะอยากเก็กหล่อ อยากตาย เพราะโดน "แฟน" ทิ้งก็ตามใจมึง กูเกรียดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดมึงที่สุดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดดด&lt;br /&gt;think i'm copying again lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-1631498414748236627?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/1631498414748236627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=1631498414748236627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1631498414748236627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1631498414748236627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-what-i-seriously-hate-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8370455014554056647</id><published>2009-10-22T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:24:16.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know? the nearer the exam, the more you want to play game. but when the exam's over, the more you want to stop playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so recently due to certain circumstances, benedict has been coming to my house to study for the past 6 days excluding today and saturday and monday (well supposed to study) but in the end he started the no-life games and after that i continued playing ragnarok again. you know, when you know you have to do something but it's prevented by the circumstances and it totally suck. the same goes for studying. I CANT STUDY!!!!!! while people are studying everyday LATE at night till 1-2am, i've been playing game everyday LATE at night till 1-2am. and i'm still here complaining in blog(again). best preparation ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school today with annabel rieka and david to ask mr yeo questions and mr yeo has realised how beautiful AND slurpy annabel is, with a constant throw of "annabel's a bitch" and "annabel's chio" from rieka. and i will never believe he doesnt have girlfriend before. hmmm or more like he went "would you like to be my girlfriend?" and the girl reply "no you are too nerdy". poor thing. nvm the shirt we bought for you on teacher's day will bring you your proper girlfriend! (that is if you really wear it -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam's coming! EXAM'S COMING! still cant believe gonna take toefl exam on this coming weekend. THIS WEEKEND! and i'm still not sure it's saturday or sunday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8370455014554056647?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8370455014554056647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8370455014554056647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8370455014554056647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8370455014554056647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-nearer-exam-more-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-2816633327697790674</id><published>2009-10-21T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:24:35.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD NEWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GORILA HAS ADMITTED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Benedict says:&lt;br /&gt; bleh&lt;br /&gt; whatever&lt;br /&gt; im so desperate to be with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict says:&lt;br /&gt;*yea&lt;br /&gt;*im like dying today&lt;br /&gt;*someone help me&lt;br /&gt;*dying coz never talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no  words are altered by rieka and maruay at all, purely said by him. those who do not believe are just as stupid as the most stupid goldfish that does nothing but eat and swim and get its memory lost)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-2816633327697790674?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/2816633327697790674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=2816633327697790674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2816633327697790674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2816633327697790674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-newssssssssssssssss-gorila-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4964953965956288609</id><published>2009-10-17T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:34:11.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the kids have gone home! ok not really "have" should be "had", they gone for like 4 days already. anyway, i was feeling hungry and thought, hmmm, maybe i'll cook some instant noodles. but since no boiler, decided to steal from the kids. so went into the room, took the boiler, came out. THIS IS SOO EASY, for the next few weeks i'm going to use this boiler MYSELF. what's better? no noisy annoying imps to irritate me MUAHAHAHAA. while filling in the water, i suddenly hear scream, "i'm back!" sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4964953965956288609?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4964953965956288609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4964953965956288609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4964953965956288609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4964953965956288609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-kids-have-gone-home-ok-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1328064400054718706</id><published>2009-10-14T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:00:23.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't gone to school for the past, how many? can't remember LOL. finally feel like blogging. I'M SO SERIOUSLY ADDICTED TO MY CHILDHOOD GAME! (well if you count 11 years old a child) and i don't think i'm going to stop that easily like last time, and the worst is o levels is just 2 more weeks. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read annabel's and rieka's blogs, and well, maybe i still don't have the same feeling as rieka. though my grandfather passed away 5 years ago, i didnt feel anything much cause wasn't close to him in the 1st place. i only know, of his 6 children, my mother cried the longest, my youngest uncle cried the loudest, my 2nd and 3rd youngest uncles had got the worst facial expression ever, while my 1st uncle remained strong to support everyone. but worst of all, my grandmother. imagine someone who's been with you for almost the whole entire life and then all of a sudden... your parents are the same. they have been with you since the very milisecond you were born, and yet some people still just want to scold their parents, well, i can't explain as well as annabel, so GO READ YOURSELF. i just have a few words to say. they are seriously, fuckingly shameless and ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sometimes, secrets are meant to be let out, either willingly or reluctantly. and i guess i'll be ok if that really does happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-1328064400054718706?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/1328064400054718706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=1328064400054718706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1328064400054718706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1328064400054718706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/havent-gone-to-school-for-past-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3873513928019202660</id><published>2009-10-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:32:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite a few days since i last blog. well too bad got nothing special happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy children's day! LOL been concentrating more (or maybe a little more) than last term. o level's in less than a month! god fuck! worse? SAT exam in 9 days and here i am, staring at computer and wondering whether i should start studying now, apparently only wasting time. Some people always rush home everyday to study from afternoon to midnight. oh yea! yesterday was SAT tuition's last day and it ended with a  "bye teacher"... am i supposed to be sad? like "oh no it's over, thank you so much for your help i really appreciate it" and blah blah. too bad i'm the melissa in the class, how do you expect me to be dramatic in front of that teacher? i'm already nice enough to say bye to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it is unfortunate that he did not attend the meeting today"&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;"unfortunately, he did not attend the meeting today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think what we have been using since small is wrong!! apparently that was the only thing i remember from all the tuition i have attended LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i'm craving for koko krunch mcflurry which i was supposed to have in the afternoon with annabel and pearlin when they pangsehed me -_- never mind, i shall go mcdonald now bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3873513928019202660?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3873513928019202660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3873513928019202660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3873513928019202660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3873513928019202660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/10/quite-few-days-since-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-7272650721237415068</id><published>2009-09-24T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:48:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfIADcwrLI8/SrpRaCqfJlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9IveRNsrrmU/s1600-h/Benedict2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfIADcwrLI8/SrpRaCqfJlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9IveRNsrrmU/s320/Benedict2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384705812308371026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORILLA, SAUSAGE FINGER, FAT, ANNABEL'S HUSBAND... what else?  ANNABEL'S LOVER? anyway yea happy sweet 16th birthday (but probably not sweet anymore) this is my wish :&lt;br /&gt;1. less pimple&lt;br /&gt;2. less pimple&lt;br /&gt;3. less pimple&lt;br /&gt;4. if cant, refer to the 1st sentence of this post and say "i'm happy with what i am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sing* happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to gorilla&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7272650721237415068?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7272650721237415068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7272650721237415068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7272650721237415068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7272650721237415068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-gorilla-sausage-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfIADcwrLI8/SrpRaCqfJlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9IveRNsrrmU/s72-c/Benedict2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-91546840439483137</id><published>2009-09-19T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:57:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRELIM'S OVER. but dont even feel like it. and i'm going thailand tomorrow for a short holiday hehe. gonna miss a lot though it's just 4 days. no more cycling with stupid bitch and no more happy birthdaying for the last year. well, life's full of tough choices ain't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, me rieka annabel and pearlin went to watch "the ugly truth" and the 1st thing we hear was "blowjob" then the repeatedly "cock cock cock cock" plus the super EXTREME vibrator hahahahhahahahahaha. disgusting but seriously funny. pearlin was complaining though. and then we told her about Benedict's 3 laws and she...sort of.... got worse? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... prelim's over. so there, one less exam to worry about, and one less week to last day in singapore. (sounds like clock ticking &gt;.&lt;) let's see how the graduation night is going to be like haha. maybe the 3 laws will really come to reality not just from our mouths hehehehe evil but well, yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-91546840439483137?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/91546840439483137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=91546840439483137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/91546840439483137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/91546840439483137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/09/prelims-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4285643445010787761</id><published>2009-09-12T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:59:30.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched finish "10 promises to my dog". well, at least that girl still gets to see her dog before it died. she get to say last words she wants to say. she gets to be there by its side. she definitely is lucky enough. not like everyone who owns a dog will get such a lucky fortunate moment. So here, take care of your dogs properly all you dog owners. it can only live for 15 years not 80. though it's impossible to always cherish every single moment with it, at least do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabel's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for SAT tuition, every monday wednesday and friday from 6.30 to 10 &gt;.&lt; the teacher's pretty but and the students there keep flirting with her o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happen these few days. went to study in rieka's house with praisely benedict and welly. in the end only me rieka and welly study. the other 2 play cards -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people just are irritably acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabel's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow gonna chiong SAT homeworks then study LOTS of history. let's see if can LOL. i'm so not going to watch any sad movies until the end of o levels. i mean, how can a person concentrate when he's feeling down? gotta watch comdy movies! any idea anyone????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SAT teacher was teaching some Maths method called "volcano strip" and she was practically acting out a volcano erupting with a "boom" sound. is she trying to get the guys' attention or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabel's seriously a bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4285643445010787761?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4285643445010787761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4285643445010787761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4285643445010787761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4285643445010787761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-watched-finish-10-promises-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4509396658914667066</id><published>2009-09-08T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:35:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, apparently Rieka just photoshopped a picture of me with a bright pink cheek and lips. thank you for your hardwork. supposed to go cycle with rieka praisely annabela and benedict but annabel dont wan to accept the truth that her surname is "lee" so i got "uninvited" to go with them. so sad. went to school today without any breakfast and lunch. did the whole Chem SPA file from 11 30. Praisely joined afterwards and he helped me arranged some papers and by 4pm it's totally complete. or maybe... realise didnt have a FILE! so yea tomorrow going to school again to give mr Lim LOL was seriously deadly dead, PLUS hungry. so while walking home with praisely, looked across the road and was like "i want to eat waffle" in the end left praisely to go home alone xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister called again and COMMANDED me to go orchard to register for tuition. but hey! i'm damn tired, too bad she sound extremely furious so agreed. luckily called the tuition center 1st before going or else would be going there for nothing again cause the stupid advisor or whatever was sick LOL. nontheless still got scolded AND nagged. played dota to feel better but lost. went to kitchen to take some water to cool down but the kids were screaming at each other and the auntie asked me help. totally perfect day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4509396658914667066?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4509396658914667066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4509396658914667066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4509396658914667066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4509396658914667066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-apparently-rieka-just-photoshopped.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-102609004523905419</id><published>2009-09-05T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:22:53.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Rieka___________________11.Pearlin&lt;br /&gt;2.Praisely_________________12.Lynn&lt;br /&gt;3.Welly____________________13.Ching Leong&lt;br /&gt;4.Annabel__________________14.Ninnart&lt;br /&gt;5.Benedict_________________15.Hyo Jung&lt;br /&gt;6.Hsiao Hui________________16.Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;7.Ryan_____________________17.David&lt;br /&gt;8.Lian Yi__________________18.Lip Koon&lt;br /&gt;9.Louis____________________19.Darren&lt;br /&gt;10.Hidir___________________20.Shao Qin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;  first talked to him when he's talking to (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did u meet 6?&lt;br /&gt;  CCA, didn't talk much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 20 and 15 dated?&lt;br /&gt;  Tall girl and short boy, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Did you ever like 9?&lt;br /&gt;  Used to be nicer to him and well, time passed =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did u meet 4?&lt;br /&gt;  she's sitting in front of me in secondary 2. Introduced to me by Lian Yi&lt;br /&gt;  and 1st conversation with her was "can lend me your stapler please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;  Totally not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Describe 8:&lt;br /&gt;  Boobless and bitchy my drama sidekick when not on stage, and totally nervous when on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like 12?&lt;br /&gt;  lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tell me something about 17:&lt;br /&gt;  overly mature at times and complete open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did u meet 7?&lt;br /&gt;  Came in late to class and saw there's only one place to sit. went to sit beside him and we said "hello" AND literally turn away from each other at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did u meet 13??&lt;br /&gt;  Saw him play table tennis with (2) then (3) told me "that boy look dam blur" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you?:&lt;br /&gt;  would be cool? LOL i knew the type of guy who she will like anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When was the last time you talked to number 15?:&lt;br /&gt;  o.O can't remember? last Friday perhaps? about Mr Yeo's photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did u meet 16?&lt;br /&gt;  During PE. She said "hi" to me and i was like "do i know you?" then she said "i'm same class as you!" (completely didn't notice her in sec 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever date 3?:&lt;br /&gt;  definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• would u date 11?&lt;br /&gt;  definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 10s last name?:&lt;br /&gt;  KOH LUP SENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 19?:&lt;br /&gt;  Cool! nerdy boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did u meet 18?&lt;br /&gt;  Nothing much, same class, got to know him cause was scolding him for something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think about 20?:&lt;br /&gt;  Fatass, fat, fat, fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you like to tell 14 right now?:&lt;br /&gt;  Right now or some other times? if right now, send me some thai food! i'm goddamn hungry and the guardian's food totally suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 5?:&lt;br /&gt;  Scolded him on the very very second day i was chosen to be chairperson. (he's the first victim in mayflower) then scolded him for dragging his shoes which totally annoyed me&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;• What would u say to 3:&lt;br /&gt;  Stop hitting me it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did u last see 4?:&lt;br /&gt;  today's Chemistry lesson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-102609004523905419?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/102609004523905419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=102609004523905419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/102609004523905419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/102609004523905419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3510252766301864350</id><published>2009-09-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:30:31.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXTREME STRESS. cows produce methane and methane is highly flammable. seriously, i want to see that cow spontaneously combusting in front of me and maybe i would feel better. i dont understand, some people just seriously think i am a caring person. just fuck off will you? if i really care i wont be complaining the way i complain about, say some teacher. worst of all, they are not someone who talk to me once every month, they talk to me everyday -_- and not just everyday, SINCE SEC 1. wtf is wrong with them. let me get this right, i am not a caring person, if you get a super high fever i'll just go "oh how are you? hope you will feel better soon" and then shut up. i dont go like "have you taken your medicine? better sleep early and drink more water and stop eating chocolate it will make your throat worse" no! i dont! so all the maruay-care-about-the-kids, please i really beg you. stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, one of the kids just went back thailand, and the worst part is he wrote the note to gravy saying "i go thailand already, you dont sad ok?" and gravy's down there OH-YESSING, they think they are very important without even realising they are completely annoying? for example we playing dota halfway suddenly say "please let me play with you" we were nice enough to not shout at them =D oh yea one more thing! gravy just said he got a girlfriend, and she's a "porn actress" like you-know-who in our school. and seems like he's really proud of it... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about exams, SS paper was not totally bad. but i was not confident either, screwed up the very 1st source based question, then the comparing also, hope can get L2 at least LOL. and for english paper, i wrote the exact same name i wrote for mid year, for the compo practices.... just, every compo i wrote this year LOL but should make him die in this paper, too bad just make him faint. no sadism (got such word or not ah?) no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON LET ME SEE A COW SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3510252766301864350?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3510252766301864350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3510252766301864350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3510252766301864350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3510252766301864350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/09/extreme-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6673292151807997962</id><published>2009-09-01T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:29:15.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up very early this morning, felt really proud that i did cause at last i can get to school early, especially a day special like this cause can study in the morning. called praisely, sleepy, as usual. bathed got everything ready by 6 35 i was so happy =D didnt know where i got that motivation to go to school so much from. anyway, called praisely again, he didnt pick up, again, again, didnt pick up. arh.. forget it i'll just go school myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so took bus, so empty and i managed to get a seat. probably very early today that people havent wake up. hahaha its a perfect ride to school, without any stupid idiotic small primary school kid shouting like any other days. walked walked walked to school, called praisely again, didnt pick up. whoa... he's really not going to school when the exam is just the next day? dont care him i'm sooo going to school! walked walked walked, realise something. there's not even a single soul of a student from bishan park. i really got a bad feeling, called rieka and realise its teacher's day today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6673292151807997962?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6673292151807997962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6673292151807997962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6673292151807997962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6673292151807997962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-very-early-this-morning-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6477408791908853686</id><published>2009-09-01T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:33:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PMPF1K4CBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PMPF1K4CBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love disney songs just as much as (or i think, more than) annabel's love for that hoo joo actor. disney songs are meant for stretched conversation between people. dont believe? listen to the song called "belle" from beauty and the beast or "one jump ahead" from aladdin. they dont need to have complicate meanings, they just show you how each character in the movie is feeling at the moment, as shown at the top, you can hear her extreme delight, how happy she is, or you can listen to "reflection" and know how disappointed she is to herself. and these songs really make you feel the way these characters do. thats why if you learn to appreciate these stretched conversation, you will understand the beauty of disney songs. its just amazing, simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays the pop songs, do they stick to you forever like these songs do? they just come and go like short memory of someone who's not important to you. so what are you waiting for? grab one now! ok i'm not advertising, i'm just saying out my feeling for disney songs and i'm proud of it =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6477408791908853686?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6477408791908853686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6477408791908853686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6477408791908853686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6477408791908853686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-disney-songs-just-as-much-as-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-322434750731517032</id><published>2009-08-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:09:54.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously, whats the point of taking O levels when i don't need it. might as well stop going to school and just stay at home and revise my SAT exams and toefl. Everything i work hard for since last year is like a waste of time and brain. When you are doing something aimlessly, it is just the same as you are doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do people remember so much stuff that is not even their routine? you got your tests, your problems with your teachers, your own personal problems to worry, and yet some people can still remember the test dates for all the freakin 10+ SAT exams. Why cant i be that some people? got scolded for not being responsible for my own life? what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels in November, and i just remember i got 1 SAT exam in october and one more in the freakin MIDDLE of the O levels. great life i've got. might as well dont go for o levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-322434750731517032?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/322434750731517032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=322434750731517032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/322434750731517032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/322434750731517032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously-whats-point-of-taking-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4203959518797175083</id><published>2009-08-08T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:03:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(\ /)&lt;br /&gt;(x.x)&lt;br /&gt;(v v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha can't believe you still use it! it's like since sec2? So long never talk to you, though it's just in dota game, it is still more than enough, and getting to find out you still use that really makes me laugh out loud. seriously i'm ELATED! (since we jsut learn the word in English class i shall start using it) hahahahhahahahaa =D =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4203959518797175083?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4203959518797175083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4203959518797175083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4203959518797175083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4203959518797175083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/08/x.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3139107874684255773</id><published>2009-08-05T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:15:35.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's 3 things i'm very certain are true. i feel like kicking that idiotic junior. every morning she only catch my socks and not other people, until got scolding from Mrs Selva -_- 2nd, Some teacher annoy me to the core, whatever he/she describe me as, i'll show him/her that i can be worse than those descriptions. 3rd people always say the teachers you are going to remember most are the ones who scold you most. Well obviously? People's memory is always full of bad things others do to them -_- but definitely i'm not going to miss those. Teachers who assume just simply means they think they have lots of experience with students and that whatever they think of the students are always right. i freakin dont need to copy the homework can? its just because i didnt bring that question papers that's freakin all. thank you for your extraordinarily wonderful and lovely care =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Bio SPA was like... not that good? seems like got a lot of missing information i didnt write down but it's ok its already over so yea. NO MORE SCIENCE SPA!! But still i feel sorry for our teacher. although it may not be true that we grumble during the bio remedial, it's definitely true that she really put in so much effort to teach us, not to mention our weakest science is Bio. and here we are, playing a fool in front of her &gt;.&lt; Sorry Mdm loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, boredom is still living and feeding on my brain juice. LOL now suddenly was thinking of that youtube video and the "mariah's i-can-shatter-a-glass-with-my-vocal-chords carrey" hahaha hope this weird boredom will really go away soon, it's kind of painful to sit at home and do nothing but dota just to keep my mind away from that feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are chionging their maths like, whatever. and well i'm supposed to also...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3139107874684255773?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3139107874684255773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3139107874684255773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3139107874684255773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3139107874684255773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-3-things-im-very-certain-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8133156266411338085</id><published>2009-07-25T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:12:38.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks i dont even feel like doing any homeworks, studies or even going into msn to chat. Everything just feel so boring to me. the only thing that can really keep my mind from wondering around is dota. not to mention i lose most of the time. perhaps haven't been resting well enough? or maybe exam's coming? but for the past 6-7 years i have never felt nervous during exam period before, neither do i feel so restless i have to sleep all the way from 10pm like some people. perhaps it's just my boredom, that's why i go to junction 8 almost every night. to kill time and have some proper time with my own self (the room's too cold to be my time-killer but i dont wanna waste my air-con-on period). feel like taking a walk now even though it's 1am. i just feel so.... i dont know...been carrying this heavy mass for so long, it must have probably changed my personality. can't be exactly as high as before. even playing bridge. i'm absolutely sure i used to really scream on top of my lungs "annabeeeeel" oh well, can't help it la hor... hmmm or rather i dont bother to do anything to change it? maybe the old feeling has come back to haunt me. hahaha, but surely this feeling's gonna go away in no time. just like it used to. that's why we must always think positive, don't expect too much from people who try to ignore you, but still answer back nicely when they have no chance to escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8133156266411338085?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8133156266411338085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8133156266411338085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8133156266411338085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8133156266411338085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-past-few-weeks-i-dont-even-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5546156834423655934</id><published>2009-07-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:18:32.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's another story about Hsiao Hui's fake evil plan xD Supposed to be for STS but yeah.. it's changed to something more fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 years, Hsiao Hui has been in love with her handsome prince ZW. But this year, she realised something more shocking AWK has also been in love with her since last year! Due to his annoying attitude in class, she decided to put up a show in front of the whole class, and obviously, of him. How was she going to do that? She just simply did not pay the school fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the general office called ZW to talk to her urgently and well... He went up to the class and miraculously, AWK was in the classroom at that very moment. Perfect timing, Hsiao Hui thought to herself. She stood up, dragging the chair noisily so as to attract everyone's attention. She sashayed to ZW, giving him the most seductive look and without ZW realising, started making out with him. AWK was so shocked he fainted right away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5546156834423655934?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5546156834423655934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5546156834423655934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5546156834423655934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5546156834423655934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-another-story-about-hsiao-huis.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-9205429774788688814</id><published>2009-07-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:34:28.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok let's stop those emo posts anymore cause now i'm damn happy!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to study with welly again but this time rieka came along. At least today didnt get too hyper with her since welly's here lol but in the end they came to my house. me and rieka watch little mermaid while that welly slept on my bed -_- While watching both of us realise Mdm Loh look like ursula HAHAHAHAHAHA and Eric's hands kind of remind me of Benedict's. one word, large... Oh well, i don't think it's only the hand, the body also o.O and Jodi Benson's voice just simply suits Ariel the most =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's to my dear junior Acken (yes acken) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the dark hair flowing in the coloured wind, Acken stooped down, looking straight into Shao Qin Smith's eyes. She knew everything about him and that girl.&lt;br /&gt;"If i never knew you, i'd have never felt this jealousy."&lt;br /&gt;in shocked, Shao Qin immediately explained, "I have nothing to do with Carine at all please don't...."&lt;br /&gt;"Carine? i thought it's sheryl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... you can guess what's going to happen next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-9205429774788688814?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/9205429774788688814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=9205429774788688814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/9205429774788688814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/9205429774788688814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-lets-stop-those-emo-posts-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-7374307094319555439</id><published>2009-07-12T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:21:20.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The main importance of being able to act well is to have the ability to show your smiling face when you are angry and to show your frowns when you are sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to act well is so that you can change things around, make people think they are important to you by laughing at their jokes and make people think you hate them when you actually can't live without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a stage, you are playing someone else's role, there's no such thing as your own feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so emo!! hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7374307094319555439?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7374307094319555439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7374307094319555439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7374307094319555439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7374307094319555439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/07/main-importance-of-being-able-to-act.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5371184667401263543</id><published>2009-07-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:38:21.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't bear to see the last day of school. My life, my friend... all gone. perhaps, this is the bad point of being a foreigner after all, being so close to friends but in the end, all these are just like a dream, although you know they are the happiest moment in your life, you just know that it's an illusion. Obviously enough you wont expect a friend who doesn't see each other for, say, a year to still be as close as last time. They got to move on, find new friends, and somewhere in between forget about you. It's like a cycle. People who never study in other country will never understand this feeling. And the worst is when your friendship ends before that last-day meeting come. Life is going to be so much different to me but obviously, not to the people in their own country. They still can keep in touch with their friends. But us? that kind of thing is just a dream, just an illusion. Maybe this may offend some people, i'm not sure, but it's a fact that we all foreingers just have to accept it. We WILL cry during that last day, we WILL hug each other and we WILL say "i will always miss all of you". but, the fact is, how long does that "always" last? Yes i'm excited about the graduation night, i'm excited about the coming prom night and everything, but at the same time these celebrations also mean something that i'm going to lose forever and i just don't wanna wake up to realise the fact anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5371184667401263543?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5371184667401263543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5371184667401263543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5371184667401263543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5371184667401263543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-bear-to-see-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4749723629299433392</id><published>2009-07-07T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:52:13.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>again, rieka and maruay have come up with new interesting thing about the coming prom night!! was imagining the main theme is disney hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking into the reflection, Hsiao Hui talked to herself, when will this reflection show her sexy body? who asks her to look so chinese? oops NEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a bandana on his head, with the dark chest showing a little, praisely reach out his hand and ask allicsirp, only in her bras "do you trust me?" She's too shy and said "no" Praisely was angry and SLAP her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's this magnificent stairs coming from the east and west wings. a song was beautifully played... "both a little scared, neither one prepared..." Slowly Annabel walk down from the west and the beast from the east, when he take off his mask, it was benedict!! (by the way, Annabel is derived from the name "belle") When they are beside each other. Benedict said "you look beautiful, especially tonight". Annabel started to twitch her body, hit his shoulder softly and said "crazy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the skin-as-white-as-ghost lynn walked around and saw a big juicy apple on the table. she took a bite and immediately choke till fainted. kcired came to a rescue! he CPR her. Lynn woke up and complained immediately, i can smell shit somewhere... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shao Qin was in the toilet. LOTS of water, the floor is wet. he suddenly slipped and fell, knock his head and fainted. Sheryl, now only in her bra and a weird green tail sticking out from her flat backside ran to see him, slapping his face 2-3 times and then say "what would i do to see you smiling at me?" He woke up and scream "AN OLD AUNTIE'S TRYING TO RAPE ME!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4749723629299433392?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4749723629299433392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4749723629299433392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4749723629299433392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4749723629299433392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/07/again-rieka-and-maruay-have-come-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4617473592541415123</id><published>2009-07-06T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:31:25.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing special today, went to study with welly. Supposed to have rieka and benedict and annabel also and yea sry praisely didnt call you, totally forgot. cause i was only talking to people on msn xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway maruay and rieka had made a wonderful poem for their most wonderful sweet beloved treasured perfect and majestic (???) couple read this and you'll be smiling and agreeing with maruay and rieka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict : annabel lee oh annabel lee&lt;br /&gt;            why are you named annabel lee&lt;br /&gt;            because your smell is as sweet as lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabel  : benedict lee oh benedict lee&lt;br /&gt;           why are you named benedict lee&lt;br /&gt;           because your look is soo holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus   : shit....shit....shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a lovely song... please thank rieka and maruay for their wonderful hardwork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4617473592541415123?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4617473592541415123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4617473592541415123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4617473592541415123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4617473592541415123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-special-today-went-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-7641335256587151454</id><published>2009-06-23T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:58:26.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE WHO LOVE GOING FOR KARAOKE WATCH THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgG674C8390&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgG674C8390&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3171797266814806305-7641335256587151454?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7641335256587151454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7641335256587151454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7641335256587151454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7641335256587151454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-who-love-going-for-karaoke-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-6998966441984789666</id><published>2009-06-12T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:33:46.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me tell you about my birthdays in secondary lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 1 nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 2 it was 3 days before my birthday, me huril rieka praisely lian yi welly (thats all i guess) went to vivo and watch movie there. Lian yi told me she needed to buy the cake for her mother's birthday, but dont want anything too big, and since they keep saying i know how to choose cakes very well, she asked me to help her choose... and unknowingly i chose my own birthday cake...  its really nice and sweet of them to do that. almost in tears haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 nothing but a few happy birthday messages and a shirt which is like given during one of the musical practises when i'm dam tired and blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, you can guess i'm really used to not having anything for my birthday (apart from the sec 2 and 3's of course =D) and this year i'm rather thinking its going to be like last year --nothing but a few birthday messages, just normal, usual present. (er not saying the presents are not good or what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started at 1st when benedict told me a few days before that he got meeting. i was like ok, meeting on the day i'm going back to thailand, nothing special, used to this already, but the meeting was supposed to be afternoon, ok... maybe got some hope he's going to come and send me, cause my flight was at night. on that day, he suddenly tell me his officer changed the meeting to evening because he got something on. ok... normal... Rieka's father is all of a sudden in singapore... its not like you can suspect anything from this---there's a time welly got a call from rieka and was told her mother has reached singapore out of nowhere LOL. ok...normal... annabel was happily going back to her house with pearlin, most probably going to play the WII thingy. ok... STILL normal... the only unusual thing is praisely kept on insisting me to allow him to send me to airport. i was like, "you are just wasting your own time" how do you expect him to be the only one sending me off? he'll be bored after finish doing so haha. benedict then sent me another message saying "sry i cant send you today" as if he's trying to mock me or something? i mean if you cant send me then dont bother to send any message pls? but inside me i still have that wish that all of a sudden all of you will be at the airport sending me off like the way movies do (those kind of "oh sorry i got to take care of my grandmother today" and end up giving me a surprise type of movie). Suddenly that idiot send me anothr message say "happy birthday in advance"... he's really not going to send me off...ok...normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking home i was almost in tears... my last year with all of you and my birthday... ending up like this? while bathing i was trying to console myself, its very normal for me to have this kind of thing, its no big deal smile, smile. praisely called me and said he's already below my house, i was like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for taxi with praisely, got up, told the uncle terminal 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there and just realise its supposed to be terminal 1 hahahaha so we went to the skytrain to go to the right terminal. while walking there, i looked up, there's a person wearing all red. Wait, is that pearlin?! i looked at the person beside her; annabel?! in front of her; hsiao hui?! and by the time we walked pass(yes pass xD) each other i observed everyone was there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read this its like, so easy to guess this kind of thing (and this was always the feeling i got when watching movies) but i never ever realise, its not that obvious at all. these things, these little things shown in movies, exist in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would probably be my best birthday present. Thank you praisely annabel rieka benedict hsiao hui welly hidir ching leong and pearlin thank you =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-6998966441984789666?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/6998966441984789666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=6998966441984789666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6998966441984789666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/6998966441984789666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-me-tell-you-about-my-birthdays-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-7136215524146634854</id><published>2009-06-10T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:24:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ballet was a real "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rieka praisely me annabel lee lynn hsiao hui benedict derick went to esplanade at 3 something and we got nothing to do but walk around. the girls idiotically went into 2 shops located just beside each other and derick was like "lets go do some GUY stuff" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past days, been staying up very late at night with Benedict and Rieka (espeically when both of them are dam high at this time lol) Rieka's like "BENEDICT AND ANNABEL" and benedict's like "=.=" and "lol". Poor Rieka, always kena pangsehed by me and benedict cause we always go play game and leave her alone (just kena scolded 'walao' a while ago for playing warcraft hahahaha). I did a quiz on "how well are you going to do for chinese o lvl" and it says "you are a disgrace to chinese" WALAO!!! so demoralising!! i was aiming for a pass can? say until like wtf... Anyway today i just scolded someone for being too attention seeking. i know its dammmmm mean but yea i did, and somehow dont regret--bad bad. LALALALA D=&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Praisely and i were dam high today during Bio data logger SPA. i was happily slaughtering potato and he was playing game in the data logger until the auntie come scold us and say she's going to bring us to see Anand. hahahaha (she really practically say 'Anand')after BIO we realise that rascal benedict and hidir left pearlin alone! anyway we then went to annabel house and play the "wee" thingy. At 1st praisely and pearlin play while me rieka derick and hsiao hui play bridge. poor lynn, got to miss all the hanging-outs because of her dance. hope the musical's going to be very good this yeyar =D. then all of us join pearlin and praisely and i start singing. the vocal part only need to follow the pitch of the voice and there you go, a high score! but i dont know how to sing anything, just hum "ahhh" and "ohhh" then annabel lee take over and follow me AAHAHAHAHAHA SHE SANG!!! Benedict should be there to watch her. She's got the most amazing voice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly miss ninnart...Hope one day everyone of us will go Kbox together. everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7136215524146634854?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7136215524146634854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7136215524146634854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7136215524146634854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7136215524146634854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/06/ballet-was-real-huh-rieka-praisely-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-345760644029699831</id><published>2009-05-18T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:27:51.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-345760644029699831?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/345760644029699831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=345760644029699831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/345760644029699831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/345760644029699831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/05/emo-graphics-comment-hi5_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3957835735946248110</id><published>2009-05-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:28:17.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3957835735946248110?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3957835735946248110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3957835735946248110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3957835735946248110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3957835735946248110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/05/emo-graphics-comment-hi5.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-5534373085905415546</id><published>2009-04-15T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:18:35.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw this in the internet and wanted to share it. Haha, it's extracted from some kid's essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her hair glistened in the rain just like a nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball woudn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a ThighMaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He was as lame as a duck. Not metaphorical lame duck,either, but a real duck that was actally lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA i had a great laugh until cry HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-5534373085905415546?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/5534373085905415546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=5534373085905415546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5534373085905415546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/5534373085905415546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/04/saw-this-in-internet-and-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-2053724853669617700</id><published>2009-04-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:56:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, fine.... I shall say whats in my mind for the whole 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously want to talk to you again -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you just stop ignoring me and like, talk? Even your friends also talk to me normally, can't you do the same? I know i ignored you 1st, but at least now i try to talk to you, can't you just reply? REPLY, not LAUGH at me. Even other people say wrong things, you don't laugh. Just when it's my turn, your laugh is like I'm-going-to-make-fun-of-you type **** -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry for that **** just seriously painful when you do that can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-2053724853669617700?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/2053724853669617700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=2053724853669617700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2053724853669617700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2053724853669617700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-7034410855732419592</id><published>2009-03-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:18:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... so long never blog, now finally have something to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house used to be quiet, like there's not even a sound. Then suddenly 4 freakingly small children were added and every minute of the day i got to shout "shut up!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents ask me to give each of them 30 maths question everyday. Like, wtf! 30 questions? that's 120!!! That's not the worst point. I got to teach them words like add, subtract, sum, division, product, twice and thrice... took me 3 hours. That's all? Got to take another 3 hours to teach them English spelling which is every 2 days -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprt from their studies, every night, one of them always come to me and like, "brother, i cannot sleep...." and give that act-cute face.... feel like screaming "go and kill yourself if you want to sleep. F*** off!" hahaha. 3 days ago, one of the boys keep walking around the house(at night) and complain "i can't find my underwear...i can't find my underwear..." (sounds like a ghost trying to find her lost husband o.O) Ask him not to wear underwear to sleep, he's like "i can't.. no underwear, no sleep" guardian gave him new underwear he's like "i don't want, no mine, no wear" ARGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah... I think i'm enjoying this LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-7034410855732419592?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/7034410855732419592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=7034410855732419592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7034410855732419592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/7034410855732419592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3065245513418100187</id><published>2008-12-04T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:42:29.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just truly realise, Bird Thongchai is really good hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxG0rwbNUSI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxG0rwbNUSI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN  you Singaporeans!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3065245513418100187?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3065245513418100187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3065245513418100187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3065245513418100187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-321836620964195554</id><published>2008-11-22T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:25:49.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sadded.... just realised i missed quite a lot of people's birthdays this year.... priscilla, huril and my own senior &gt;.&lt; was going to wish them but fell sick and forgot all about them.... sorry sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-321836620964195554?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/321836620964195554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay let's se what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went eat huge mass of cheese withmy sister. Then morning start vomitting non stop so 10 am went to consult (yes consult) a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: we are not able to conduct any oral medication so please proceed to the injection room afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.... so i had to get injections....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went there, the nurse suddenly told me, "please turn back we're going to inject the vaccine(or whatever it's called)into your buttocks." BUTT?!! wtf!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.... so i had to get a "buttock" injection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went home to rest. Well, it didn't help at all, instead i vomit even more -_- Not only my sickness wasnt cured, I had to show my beautiful butt as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-2584160774495661366?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/2584160774495661366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=2584160774495661366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2584160774495661366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2584160774495661366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-lets-se-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-2553510973243115516</id><published>2008-11-18T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:04:09.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-2553510973243115516?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/2553510973243115516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=2553510973243115516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2553510973243115516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2553510973243115516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-song-is-nice-d-whole-new-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-4276725322849309652</id><published>2008-11-18T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:22:22.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i'll reply some of the (i dont know how to say) things in the chatbox....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlin: yes you are noisy and no i'm not noisy =D&lt;br /&gt;Ninnart: cant wait for you to come back singapore.I'm going to go back to singapore on 15 and wait for you YAY~!! later you'll see how much i have slimmed down =D&lt;br /&gt;Benedict and rieka: i have finally changed my blogger password so you 2 can no longer do anything stupid again =D&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: my blog is nice right? hahahahaa lalalaallaallaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrimpcake: hello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-4276725322849309652?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/4276725322849309652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=4276725322849309652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4276725322849309652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/4276725322849309652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-ill-reply-some-of-i-dont-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-9054941980736744981</id><published>2008-11-18T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:16:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES!! At last i know how to change all those stupid descriptions and Annabel Fu back to what they all should be (yay~!!) now the description is more real with the word skinny instead of fat =D And annabel, you should be proud of your husband's surname... so i change it back to the original version--Lee. SO there.... OK next i'm going to learn how to link people cause i kind of didnt link quite a number of them... Cheers for me please thank you =D....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one thing to do in thailand, that is to watch thai drama series but WHAT THE HELL! this time it sucks... this female main character is a princess from i-dont-know-what country and is forced (so called) to marry the 1st son of a rich family and happen to be the male main character.... WHAT IS THISSSSS?!! SO DAM FREAIN LAME -_- okok nvm thats all i can say now haha bye bye normal people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-9054941980736744981?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/9054941980736744981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=9054941980736744981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/9054941980736744981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/9054941980736744981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-at-last-i-know-how-to-change-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8964126929167597968</id><published>2008-11-18T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:04:25.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DJRvMvPQgD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DJRvMvPQgD" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/lonelywolf77/music/vt7rvVto/aladdin_a_whole_new_world_karaoke/"&gt;a whole new world karaoke - aladdin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8964126929167597968?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8964126929167597968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8964126929167597968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8964126929167597968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8964126929167597968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-shirt-that-suits-me-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-1568935869395961106</id><published>2008-11-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:44:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEEE at last  can use com in thailand... Been trying to steal a computer in the airport from a small boy to use the internet but his father came and almost saw me -_- back in thailand and i start eating a lot again. Surely i'm going to go back skinny because i'm super skinny now....sigh.... ok there's nothing much to talk about since i'm just sitting back home staring at TV all day long so bye bye =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-1568935869395961106?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/1568935869395961106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=1568935869395961106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1568935869395961106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/1568935869395961106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/weeee-at-last-can-use-com-in-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-2273977264862181832</id><published>2008-11-14T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:13:29.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets begin blogging -_- Okay firstly today i asked ben lee to help me edit this blog so that it will look better and well... he sort of made it worse with the word "fat" moving around non stop and the changing of Annabel Lee to Annabel Fu.... At least there's no more "i truly love" and blah blah which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling benedict this sentence since last year when i 1st saw his mother on one of the NDP practice days and i shall officailly tell everyone. BENEDICT'S MOTHER LOOKS LIKE MY AUNTIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to play at Pearlin's house with Annabel and Derick. THE GAME WAS DAMN FUN!! omg! can't stop laughing at all. The worst thing is I LOST TO PEARLIN'S 11-YEAR-OLD SISTER!! She was dam happy and jump around like i-don't-know-what -_- i just found out that pearlin is super noisy and keep making some weird noise which sound like a mouse suffocating. i thought she's a lady-like woman. well too bad my impression of her has changed. she's worse than rieka LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rieka's gone back to Indo and she message everyone BUT ME!!!! next will be me then Praisely then Welly...gone one by one. Let's see what Bendict annabel and hsiao hui are going to do these days. Anny will be watching sakura at home until her father ban her from doing that the 3rd time. Benedict will be staring at his life-saving computer throughout the whole days and nights. Hsiao Hui will be drama-ing with her cat and playing the Indian tree-hide-and-seek game with it. They are going to die without us precious foreigners MUAHAHAHAHAA. Speaking of that... I can't imagine what my life's going to be like when O lvl ends.... sad sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sorry priscilla cannot go Kbox with you people cause i'm going back thailand TOMORROW!! Bye bye and happy singing your disgusting SHE songs =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-2273977264862181832?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/2273977264862181832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=2273977264862181832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2273977264862181832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/2273977264862181832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-begin-blogging-okay-firstly-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-8846191079059020701</id><published>2008-11-13T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:03:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay welcome to my blog (although it's all done by Rieka that's why you see those "fat" and "dramatic" in my description list and i don't know how to change it back lol). Basically, this blog is mostly going to be used for convincing everyone i'm actually skinny and not dramatic so yeah there! Soon I'm going to learn how to change that stupid description and get this over with =D&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's nothing to say so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for visiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-8846191079059020701?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/8846191079059020701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=8846191079059020701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8846191079059020701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/8846191079059020701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-welcome-to-my-blog-although-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171797266814806305.post-3052633478179447856</id><published>2008-11-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:31:28.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test test 123&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171797266814806305-3052633478179447856?l=skinnymaruay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/feeds/3052633478179447856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3171797266814806305&amp;postID=3052633478179447856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3052633478179447856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3171797266814806305/posts/default/3052633478179447856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnymaruay.blogspot.com/2008/11/test-test-123.html' title=''/><author><name>Maruay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303581857233969855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
