<?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-22770321</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:59:45.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confess now</title><subtitle type='html'>I just need a space for myself</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22770321.post-114615161453067329</id><published>2006-04-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:26:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying without thinking</title><content type='html'>I don't know what had happened. It's just like after I posted 5 minutes later, it's gone. Completely gone. Back to the first few posts of 7 hours ago. I've checked, that bastard doesn't have the priviledge to merge or delete any of the posts. Also, 3 of them are not around. What the fuck just happened? I'm still confused right now. Maybe he asked some of the other team to do it. Maybe some staffs did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why delete it? I fucking hate that bastard so much and I PAWNED HIM TOTALLY. He doesn't deserve to be given an Elite tag and also to be known as one of the veterans. He sucks. Just look at the previous section where he got owned by the administrator. He likes saying stuff without any solid proof to back up his POVs. And he loves saying BULLSHIT. I saw him saying that. But he edited his post. Coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering who edited the whole damn thing? Wasted my efforts damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114615161453067329?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114615161453067329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114615161453067329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114615161453067329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114615161453067329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/saying-without-thinking.html' title='Saying without thinking'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114579819546697990</id><published>2006-04-23T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:16:35.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similar to my case</title><content type='html'>I'm having the same problem as this Form 5 student here. An article from the papers last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM in Form Five. My younger brother is in Form Two. We do not have a good relationship and often argue with each other. He is a bad boy and everything he does makes me very angry.  &lt;br /&gt;When I talk with him and tell him not to do stuff, he refuses to listen and even answers back. Each time we argue, I get very upset, frustrated and even cry. I hate him and sometimes, I feel like killing him. I do not know why. I feel bad right now.  &lt;br /&gt;Whatever I have done is for his own good but he does not appreciate it. He does not understand me. He is wrong but he does not want to admit that. What can I do? How can my life be happier without him influencing it? I know I should not make my life hard because of him but I cannot do that. Is it right to allow him to do what he likes and follow what he says? Should I close my eyes and pretend that I do not see anything just to please him?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so can't wait for the reply on this Wednesday. I might paste the reply here as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114579819546697990?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114579819546697990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114579819546697990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114579819546697990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114579819546697990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/similar-to-my-case.html' title='Similar to my case'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114491065710339462</id><published>2006-04-13T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:48:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up</title><content type='html'>I'm quite confused right now. Or should I say very confused? I sent the email on Tuesday evening and only received the reply yesterday evening. Heck, it was too late. I can't blame anyone except myself. I have to take full responsibilities on what I've done. No, it's what I've &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; done. What I did wasn't enough. I shoud have done more so I won't have any regrets. No. No point regretting now and feeling sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lengthy time I have to wait for the results is torturing me. I still have one more day left which is next Wednesday. I'm suppose to check with the mid results yesterday and I saw Sir in his office but I really don't have the guts to look at it because I'm afraid I might lose concentration after that since I have to proceed to the hall for another paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. Send an email to the Head regarding my transfer? Or talk to her directly? But none of the decisions are made final yet, so it's useless to meet her anyway. I need some time to make my performance less flawed. It's not that I'm not daring to do it but I want more certainty. I don't want to waste anyone's money so I need more time to consider first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really didn't make it, at least allow me to have the supplementary paper. I've never taken one and am very sure I do not wish to take one because it's going to make myself full-loaded the next month, and that means I have no more free time to daydream. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I don't want to waste money on this stupid thing. Damn, I pretty sure I got too much influence from a &lt;em&gt;who-always-takes-things-for-granted&lt;/em&gt; friend. I shouldn't care much about our friendship anymore, I shall move on and you can take your own sweet time to find the right guy to be your husband and pop out some babies real quick. I had fun in the conversation yesterday but frankly, it was not the right time to have those kind of chats. Everyone was in dilemma and both of my closest &lt;em&gt;after-school&lt;/em&gt; friends are giving up so easily. How can you people just give up as if nothing big really happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I might talk about this again sometime later because it's really bugging me a lot and I couldn't get enough sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114491065710339462?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114491065710339462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114491065710339462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114491065710339462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114491065710339462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/giving-up.html' title='Giving up'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114464679881811616</id><published>2006-04-10T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:26:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy to update</title><content type='html'>Damn, I always had something in mind saying,"Ok, I'm going to blog about this and that, blah blah." By the time I logged in here, my mind is blank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be doing some last-minute revision right now. Too bad I'm surfing around aimlessly AGAIN and listening to weird song by Iced Earth. I know I'm going to have real tough time staring blankly at the exam papers later. Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point regretting since I have to go prepare myself RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish myself best of luck. Hope whatever the questions will be some scientific terms are going to pop up in my head, hopefully!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114464679881811616?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114464679881811616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114464679881811616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114464679881811616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114464679881811616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/lazy-to-update.html' title='Lazy to update'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114439365834986968</id><published>2006-04-07T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:07:38.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Basically today's entry is like those 'oh no, I'm running out of ideas' types of posts. I once read someone's blog saying, "If you think you can't keep the blog for long, better not start one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree with that. I mean, hey, we only get to live once so no harm trying to start a blog. It's pretty fun since you can bitch all you want about anything, everything and nothing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of blogging - log in to Blogger.com --&gt; proceed to Confess now Blog --&gt; click Create post --&gt; rest my fingers on the keyboard and type all the way whatever comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plannings in my writing at all. Not like some other bloggers who blog for the sake of blogging.  I blog for the sake of expressing myself. I guess I'll keep this page for a long time so in the future, I mean, it's nice referring back to what you had wrote for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows about the existence of this blog. When friends asked,"Hey girl, do you blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;. *smiles* "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114439365834986968?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114439365834986968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114439365834986968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114439365834986968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114439365834986968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114404300013997240</id><published>2006-04-03T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:43:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-stop complaints</title><content type='html'>over the petrol price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers should stop complaining, stop organizing some shitty demonstrations already, yeah, AS IF the government or whoever-in-charge will give a shit about it. I'm so sick of listening to all the whinings every day. At home, at college, at forums, at malls hearing some morons complaining...Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over. Decision is final. Like two months ago?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend so much on cigarettes, that's fine to you. Spend so much on clubbing, that's also fine to you. Spend so much on phone bills, that's more fine to you. Spend more on petrol - which is something you need, complain and start blaming the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to save up money!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever something &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;happens, the fucking rakyats will blame the GOVERNMENT. No one will take up the blame and say,"I am the MAN." instead pointing fingers at everyone except themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no money" "I'm poor" "I wish I have rich boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a mobile phone worth above RM2000, owning a foreign car (well, at least not a Proton) at such a young age, received a RM10,000 ++ birthday gift from parent (I'm not joking at all!) still hoping a richer partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114404300013997240?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114404300013997240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114404300013997240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114404300013997240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114404300013997240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/non-stop-complaints.html' title='Non-stop complaints'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114371505298196901</id><published>2006-03-30T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:37:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits I said</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This post was written on Tuesday, 28/03/2006. Due to the sucky Internet connection, I couldn't post it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind joking around or people making fun of me IF you're not going over the limit. Yes, the LIMIT. I once said about it before and that limit implies to any situations regardless of anyone. But if you cross the line, I am going to be damn fucking annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always rant but I don't do that in real life. I mean who would ever care about what you're ranting as if they give a shit about my life. The answer is NO, they don't. That's why I chose to bitch about everything and anything in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I look innocent to you or not, it's none of your fucking business. If you are choosing to judge one IN FRONT of that person itself, make damn sure you choose the RIGHT person. Too bad you chose the wrong kid, and people are starting to bitch about you already. Even if you're going to criticize someone, there is always a limit no matter how close that person is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that you're NOT going to annoy me again for the next few days if it's not forever. I shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I treat everyone nicely, that does not mean I can be easily bullied. Dang. Whyam I so nice? Who cares if you can drive up to 160km/h? There's NOTHING to be proud of at all. Besides, it's ONLY 160km/h and what you did was against the law. Worse still if you expect a GIRL to treat you an expensive lunch. Fucking thick-faced soccerhead. I thought you were nice at the first place and the first impression you gave was pretty good. I was wrong. Now I see more of your trueself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And asking a girl's mother to COOK for you. That's unbelievable after what *name censored* told me. We've known you for only almost 4 months and you expect the others to do something what you requested? Naive kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never find any girls in the world who like another person to pull her hairband away from her nicely and neatly tied hair. Which girl will ever like that??NO! NO ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Getting drunk in the public is nothing to be proud of as well. If you're drunk, but still remain conscious that's fine. Running around naked at the street isjust damn fucking shameful. You're no longer a teenager anymore for Fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how your girlfriend can tolerate with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114371505298196901?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114371505298196901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114371505298196901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114371505298196901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114371505298196901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/limits-i-said.html' title='Limits I said'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114347148073378844</id><published>2006-03-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:58:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to erupt soon</title><content type='html'>How PATHETIC it is when you're downloading something and it's almost done, your fucking pathetic brother just off the damn fucking computer. I am damn fucking pissed now. I waited for more than 5 hours and this is not the first time already goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114347148073378844?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114347148073378844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114347148073378844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114347148073378844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114347148073378844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-going-to-erupt-soon.html' title='I am going to erupt soon'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114318176799317268</id><published>2006-03-24T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:29:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt a little left out</title><content type='html'>Dang. Most of my classmates are damn frickin' smart. Yes, SMART. Not only smart, but also HARDWORKING. Today, I just got to know that one of my classmates is 25 years old. 25!! Geez...I feel so young. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always taught that there is no shortcut in studies. It's either you prepare well for your assignments or screw up your accessment marks. I didn't have strong foundation. I regretted. Arrghhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken A Levels or STPM or at least SAM. DAMN. All university foundation programmes SUCK ass and they tend to make you struggle during your degree years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation. Yes, someone motivates me. That girl in my class. YES......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work hard. Work hard. And please, Yun, STOP practising last minute study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but, but...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just STFU and go study.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114318176799317268?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114318176799317268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114318176799317268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114318176799317268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114318176799317268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/felt-little-left-out.html' title='Felt a little left out'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114310396999480784</id><published>2006-03-23T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:57:21.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;#Class attendance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you cut classes, the more you're addicted to cutting classes. Worse if you have someone to help or support you. For instance, You ask your classmates to sign attendance for you and the fact that is you never appear in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked signing attendance for ANYONE because I think it's a sinful act. I feel bad. I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a box. An electronic box. But you're so beautiful on the inside. I'm willing to look at you from day till night. You helped me so much on my assignments. Thank you. THANK YOU. You're one of my very limited entertainment I had at home. And I bet I'm not the only one who loves you. Millions of people out there shower more love to you than me. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Chilli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Yummy. The more I have you, the more I lust for you. I don't mind sweating either. You can make a bowl of plain white rice sooo tasty. And you provide so many varieties. I don't mind taking any type, as long as you're hot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Clairol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smell sooo good. I've been choosing you since the past few years. Mother doesn't like you, she said you're not moisturizing enough, but I love your scent so much. You made me smelling my own hair again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6196/2321/320/clairol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114310396999480784?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114310396999480784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114310396999480784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114310396999480784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114310396999480784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-like-drugs.html' title='Just like drugs'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114301050195455850</id><published>2006-03-22T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:55:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what is 'umbilical cord' ?</title><content type='html'>Heck. How can you not know what an umbilical cord is. And you call yourself an &lt;strong&gt;APPLIED SCIENCE&lt;/strong&gt; student. Shame on you. I can feel the shame too because you're my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What if the father has cancer, can he have a baby?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to laugh out loud in class really! Oh man, it's nice to have some entertainments in such a boring Biology class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the father wouldn't have a baby because he does not have a female reproductive system. Second, I'm not sure if what I think is right, even the lecturer can't give an exact satisfactory answer. Any men who are undergoing cancer treatments, eg: chemotherapy, sperm production is sort of affected. It is believed that after the treatments, the sperm production might resume, however, it is not guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Umbilical cord is that string from the baby connected to the mother right?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hahahaha. What a funny way to describe an 'umbilical cord'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114301050195455850?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114301050195455850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114301050195455850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114301050195455850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114301050195455850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-know-what-is-umbilical-cord.html' title='Do you know what is &apos;umbilical cord&apos; ?'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114295472853372415</id><published>2006-03-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:25:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends who are Shopaholics</title><content type='html'>It's common to see girls shopping like crazy, spending hundreds of ringgits a day just for clothes, shoes and accessories. I believe most of the girls in city can afford it, no doubt about that. But one thing for sure that I can NEVER tolerate is that some girls just go far, far beyond THAT line. I mean THAT line, YES, THAT fucking line. The limit. LIMIT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww, that bracelet is just so beautiful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine, it's beautiful. The price is even more beautiful for sure. Are you sure you're going to spend nearly RM5000 just for that fucking bracelet? I can buy a necklace with real diamonds with that amount of money. Why spend on an item that doesn't look genuine at all? That kind ofcommon bracelets can be found at any night markets, really. Oh, I forgot, you don't go to places like pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a rich boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet any guys who heard those words from a girl would definitely stay away from her. If you're a shopaholic, fine, go on with your shopping life, no one is going to stop you. But do you have to go around and boast about what you've purchased today, how much you bought it,asking,"Hey, do you think my sunglasses is nice?"What answer do you expect? Definitely that person is going to say YES, right? *rolls eyes*Shit yo, I really can't believe you tell every of the guys you know. Oh man, I did realize how theirs reactions were like. Unbelievable. I can see their faces with a disgusted"Stay away from this shopping whore" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you the only child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice being the only child in the family. Parents will be pampering to the max,buying all stuffs you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no wonder, you're acting like a spoilt child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you saying,"I know I spend a lot, but I'm not a spoilt child." If you're not spoilt,you should realize how hard your parents earn the money. Start to LEARN to APPRECIATE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But I can't control myself from shopping."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every girl says that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114295472853372415?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114295472853372415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114295472853372415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114295472853372415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114295472853372415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/friends-who-are-shopaholics.html' title='Friends who are Shopaholics'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114283921022648209</id><published>2006-03-20T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:21:41.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Games Addicts</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through a game forum last night and came across a topic that gave me some weird mixed feelings. The topic was quite an old news, happened last month, about a 14 year old Dutch boy who committed suicide because his game account in Runescape got 'hacked' by a friend. Well, I don't know whether the news is true or not, and what actually happened that made him took such action. So I decided to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too curious to so I visited the &lt;a href="http://www.runescapecommunity.com/"&gt;Runescape community&lt;/a&gt; forum but no results were found, so I went to the clan website this boy joined: &lt;a href="http://www.hofclan.com"&gt;HoF clan&lt;/a&gt; (Heroes of the Future). And I also got the &lt;a href="http://www.hln.be/hln/cch/det/art_178078.html"&gt;news article&lt;/a&gt;, too bad it's all in Dutch, I couldn't understand a single word. This boy posted up a goodbye letter to his fellow clanmate and confessed that he had enough of the world already. Seems like he had lots of problems at home with his family and friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people take games too seriously especially role playing games because you need to play more to make your character in game stronger and increase higher levels. I know how it feels to be a RPG gamer. I've played MapleStory before and got addicted to it for few months. Thank god, it's only a couple of months. I got a swordsman as my major character and made her up to level 30. Finally, when it's up to level 30, it's time to change a second job, but I just realized I added the wrong stats points to my swordsman. Yes, I can add back the stats point by making quests to get an item that add my stats, which is hunting monsters for various items or buy them from other gamers to complete the quest. But man, how can I not get angry and frustrated? See? How emotional humans can be. For now thinking back of how I reacted, that was stupid, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I read in news saying about some gamers who died due to too much of gaming, even without sleeping, and not going to work. Are games really so addictive? I really wonder if games are beneficial or not. I've once read a news article about how strategy-based computer games can benefit the young children that said these games make them think more, therefore they learn and make their brains exercise. I doubt so. Not only kids who are addicted, even adults are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the boy's 'friend' felt after what had happened. Of course, his friend was not the one should be responsible for the boy's actions. But, in the end, how much feelings of guilt his 'friend' has to carry with him for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114283921022648209?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114283921022648209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114283921022648209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114283921022648209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114283921022648209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/desperate-games-addicts.html' title='Desperate Games Addicts'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114277882727606714</id><published>2006-03-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:33:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick up the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand WHY some people just don't pick up the phone when there's an incoming call. Is it really SOooooO hard to talk on the phone? I don't know if this only happens in my home or am I not the only one facing this hard time? I know, no big deal about this, but it's quite annoying sometimes, letting the phone ringing endlessly, what if it's an emergency call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother - never bother to anything else except sticking his ass to the chair sitting in front of the damn computer playing games all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father - never bother to answer any call because he hates to talk on the phone, I guess. Even if the call is for him, he wouldn't answer it IF it's not urgent. What the heck? I'm not lying, this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother - doesn't like to talk to any 'gossipers' in the family on the phone to avoid awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma - seems very busy every day but heck, I really have no idea what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else left to answer the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, me. More than 95% of the call is not for me because usually people looking for me will call my mobile but still, I have to answer it and pass it to whoever is wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to send a text message to someone, I would expect that person to reply, of course. Otherwise, why would I waste my few cents to message you then? Okay, so I messaged you, asked if the computer lab is open on Saturday, which is the next day, and I ASKED you to reply me AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, and yet, NO REPLY. I know we're going to meet in class the next day, but hello, I need the answer immediately, otherwise I would have ask you in class right, you knucklehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say you're not willing to spend RM0.10 to reply my bloody message. So you just messaged me a hour ago, huh? I really intended to ignore your message and leave you worry till death, but....I'm not as evil as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, why am I so nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114277882727606714?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114277882727606714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114277882727606714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114277882727606714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114277882727606714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/pick-up-phone.html' title='Pick up the phone'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114258813857663457</id><published>2006-03-17T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:35:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate backstabbers</title><content type='html'>I just feel so lazy these days and I absolutely don't mind sitting in front of the computer surfing the net endlessly and aimlessly, towards nowhere. Yes, tell me to &lt;strong&gt;get a life&lt;/strong&gt;, but frankly, which people at my age doesn't like to just stare at the computer screen whole day? If you are one of them who is not interested, then you're weird. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go out hanging around at shopping malls every day, for Heaven's sake, just once in a while. Hullo, it was my birthday, was that wrong to celebrate with friends? It was not my fault that I was late for dinner. You can't blame everything on me, you should blame the traffic. Look, I left two hours earlier, so I could get home and prepare myself up for another outing with you family. It's not that you're new to Kuala Lumpur, right? Once there's an accident on the road, no matter if it's minor or serious accident or any police roadblock, all the drivers including the pedestrians on the road will be damn fucking curious to see what's going on over there, which made the traffic going so damn slow, and you think I loved it? Please do think at my position before you start to suspect me thinking that I'm doing something behind your back. Why would I do something so sneaky? I've done nothing wrong and there's nothing I want to hide from you. If you want to know something from me, then just ASK ME damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who was that backstabber who tried to spread rumours about me because I would like to say a special fuckyou to him/her. Meh. I believe that person must be a girl/lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114258813857663457?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114258813857663457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114258813857663457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114258813857663457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114258813857663457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-backstabbers.html' title='I hate backstabbers'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114243869414509862</id><published>2006-03-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:04:54.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Big" and "Bitch" Day</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally 18. Not much difference actually. Just feeling older. That's all. 18 a legal age? I don't feeeeeeeeeeel it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, I don't feel the excitement of celebrating my own birthdays anymore. What's so special about birthdays? It's just another crappy day. Yeah, it feels great to receive gifts and hugs and kisses and wishes, but again, birthday is just another ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why most young adults, or should I say all?, I mean young adults as in people around my age, think that staying up late at night OR early in the morning is COOL. Look, not logging into MSN Messenger often is not considered as anti-social okay? I mean, you have other stuffs to do right? Other than spending most your time on MSN chats? I know you're stuck in the hostel, and that is the reason why you spent most of your time sitting in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I do go online every day to check on updates, play some games and participating in forums, it's just that I appeared offline because I hate people disturbing me, even after I put my status as "Busy". If I'm in the mood to chat, I'll put myself as online. You must be asking why I login then even if I'm busy? Because I need to discuss with my group member(s) regarding the assignments goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like you, going to bed only after 3 am, then not attending classes and sleeping during daytime. You FAILED your time management. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114243869414509862?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114243869414509862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114243869414509862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114243869414509862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114243869414509862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-big-and-bitch-day.html' title='My &quot;Big&quot; and &quot;Bitch&quot; Day'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114226335502569147</id><published>2006-03-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:22:35.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you</title><content type='html'>Whether or not I look like a fucking fucked up [you racist arsehole] fucktard who doesn't give a fuck about anything except fucking herself, it's none of your fucking business because you're just a fucking stranger who thinks you can smile 100 times better than all Miss Worlds but TOO bad you're NOT, so shut the fuck up and get your ass back to where you came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114226335502569147?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114226335502569147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114226335502569147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114226335502569147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114226335502569147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114197747128378758</id><published>2006-03-10T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:57:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison</title><content type='html'>Parents love to compare their own kids with others. Thank God, my parents aren't THAT 'comparable'. However, my grandma is. Not like I give a damn about it, but too bad she lives with us. And I have to bear with it every day, from the first day I was born till present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she still continues that way, I'm going crazy soon. I tried everything I can, I tried my best to respect the older ones.  I tried to be the good girl, the ideal daughter. But I still can't beat any of my guy cousins. Crap. According to Grandma, girls MUST learn cooking, doing house chores, blah shit, all the archaic thoughts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: When I was at your age, I can cook *this* and *that*, do *this* and *that*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What clothes I want to wear, it's none of your fucking business. What time I leave for class, it's my own problem. I'm not in school anymore for Fuck sake, I don't have to wake up at 6.00am every day to rush to school. I want to use the goddamn computer at the middle of the night, no one can stop me from doing that except for me myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: Can't you carry all these groceries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't. I only have a pair of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: When I was at your age, I can carry double the weight of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: See, your cousin always get number 1 in class. And I see him seldom study. If he can do it, why can't you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone gets number.1 in class, who is going to get number 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and so on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone gets grade A for all subjects, why do even grades B, C, D, E, and so on exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beacuse NOT everyone can fucking doing it. Every single time, people will say,"Oh you can do it. I can do it, of course you can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can do it, that does not mean you can do it as well. Yes, you can TRY to do it, but you might NOT do as well as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has different capabilities. And because of that, comparison exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114197747128378758?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114197747128378758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114197747128378758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114197747128378758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114197747128378758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/comparison.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114181514003759605</id><published>2006-03-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:52:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypertension</title><content type='html'>No, I don't mean hypertension as in high blood pressure. I'm having TONS of work to do. Week after week. Day after day. Before getting back the results of the last exam, here comes another annoucement of the date of the next exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's ONLY one more month left to the finals. Time flies very fast indeed. Even now I'm suppose to finish up my lab report. Damn. My eyes. Arrrgghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my eyesight is getting worse every year. Wearing contact lens is not going to do any good anyway. I need to stare even harder just to read the tiny word on the whiteboard. My ass is getting bigger, I notice. 35 inches. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm suppose to work out more. Anything. Jogging, using the exercising machine at home. Do more body scrubs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only Year 1 right now, and I can feel the pressure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop bullshitting and start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114181514003759605?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114181514003759605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114181514003759605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114181514003759605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114181514003759605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/hypertension.html' title='Hypertension'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114174472017375816</id><published>2006-03-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:18:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Younger siblings are Trouble</title><content type='html'>I know it's NOT right to think this way, yeah, we should be appreciate them as a 'gift' from our parents. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whoever who has one/more younger sibling(s) at least 4-5 years younger would probably understand my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are TROUBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the olden days, the eldest rules. Now..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our parents who spoil them by giving whatever they want from XBOX 360 to Nokia 6680 (a frickin' 3G phone for an underage kid? WHAT THE HECK!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I know (I'm talking mainly about girls here) who has a younger brother had trauma like what I have right now/had since the first day my brother was born. Even Mother once said,"I think nowadays all sisters are having this sort of relationship problem with their younger brothers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why? WHY? W-H-Y? Why the youngest always gets everything? Please don't say because they're young. That's a pathetic reason. Frankly, I think my parents treat us both QUITE equally good. I'm satisfied. Just that sometimes he gets more "extra protection". I don't mind about that though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate is how they set their mind to think,"Oh because I'm the youngest, I ca have anything I want."&lt;br /&gt;That's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I have a brother, we argue like MEN, we fight like MEN. I wonder how is it like to have a sister. Probably argue like CATS, and fight like CATS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114174472017375816?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114174472017375816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114174472017375816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114174472017375816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114174472017375816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/younger-siblings-are-trouble.html' title='Younger siblings are Trouble'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114157057550224704</id><published>2006-03-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:56:15.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Game Morons</title><content type='html'>Okay, so people who played FPS games before might understand this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happened&lt;/strong&gt;: died - killed by enemy/enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaction to what happened&lt;/strong&gt;: shout or yell or scream or swear and goes,"FUCK YOU!!!" or bang the keyboard or worse comes to worst - grab the monitor and throw it on the floor. (I've seen people doing that &gt;.&lt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How violent some emotional humans can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In game,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be at the highest rank. Why? Main reason: show off. When you're holding positions like Brigadier General or Major what-so-ever, the junior players will go like,"WHOA, high rank! Must be a darn good player."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other types of players love to show off in no matter what kind of situation. When you got killed, they'll say,"Haha, what a noob." &lt;strong&gt;OR &lt;/strong&gt;when they got killed, they'll say,"Shit, my mouse sucks." All sorts of excuses they can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When comes to FPS games, building your own guild or clan is something very common among the players especially the good ones. And when comes to guilds or clans, wars among them are something very common just to prove who's better and stronger. And when comes to guild or clan wars, controversy among players from different clans is ALSO something very common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, some morons just take it &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you want your own clan to be respected, you have to learn to respect the others as well. It's not nice to insult other clans and goes,"My clan is No.1 clan in game." Shit. This is TRUE. How thick-face that fucktard is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because your identity is anonymous to the rest of the players in game and you're playing and chatting behind the computer screen, this does not mean you don't have to care your own etiquette/attitude. Yes, even though you're in the cyberworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how WELL the members in the clan can play but with uncivilised manners stuck in their brains, they don't deserve to be known as 'Pro' players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114157057550224704?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114157057550224704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114157057550224704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114157057550224704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114157057550224704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/internet-game-morons.html' title='Internet Game Morons'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114120175553378102</id><published>2006-03-01T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:29:15.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, it's March!</title><content type='html'>So it's the beginning of March. Weeee~ it's already half of the semester and half more to go for final exam. After some Fort Minor fans had fun in the concert last night at Bukit Kiara, er, is it good anyway? Whatever, I'm not a die-hard fan of them. And some Korean drama fans watching that *ahem* beautiful actress &lt;a href="http://www.paranglove.co.kr/"&gt;Song Hye Kyo&lt;/a&gt; at Sungei Wang. Yeah, yeah, have fun, have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, people complaining over the increment of fuel price. Look, according to our beloved Prime Minister or whoever representative from the Department, the petrol price is not going to increase anymore this year, well, AT LEAST, for this year. And then, perhaps, after few months from now, the price is rising again, and they'll start convincing the public AGAIN and say, "Oh look, we're not going to increase the price again for the next TWO years." I mean, what the heck? Kept increasing and increasing over and over again. It costs nearly RM2 for 1 litre of petrol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we should be thankful also, because if we compare the price with our neighbouring countries, our petrols are much more cheaper. One thing for sure though, food is going to be more expensive. And I'll have to start digging my purse more. One bowl of wantan mee which cost RM3.50 is EXPENSIVE for me. Now what, want to increase the price to RM4 or not? Or better still, make it RM5 so I just have to give a RM5 note and don't have to wait for the damn bloody change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the water still smell like shit today? At least it's not as bad as that day, but STILL, the water sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why exams must be held on my birthday?! Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114120175553378102?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114120175553378102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114120175553378102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114120175553378102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114120175553378102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-its-march.html' title='Yay, it&apos;s March!'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114112225008826901</id><published>2006-02-28T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:24:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water smells like shit these days</title><content type='html'>All the shitty smell started on Sunday when I realized the fucking weird smell when eating sweet potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ma, where did you buy these potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: Market, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Are they grown with fertilizers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: *frowns* Err, I don't know. Those people can't be putting shit on them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Who knows. Ma, these potatoes really smell like shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating sweet potatoes remind me of Doraemon because whoever eats sweet potatoes will fart alot right? Damn, that fucking shitty smell made me believe Doraemon was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How naive I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wash my hands like almost every minute if I'm home. I knew something was wrong with the water. Oh God, the water smells like fucking shit!! But what the fuck, no one was complaining EXCEPT for me. Something wrong with your nostrils, people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ma, the water stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma&lt;/strong&gt;: What? First, you said the sweet potatoes stink. Now you blame the water stink. Let me tell you what, you're the one who stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-U-C-K. What? I stink? I'm a damn hygenic person and you said I stink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wash hands with Lux -&gt; smell hands -&gt; wait for a minute -&gt; wash hands again without Lux -&gt; smell hands again -&gt; hands stink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This whole process was repeated over and over again throughout the whole Sunday afternoon till evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed. Water stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But STILL, no one believes me. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, on Monday, finally the news was out in the papers, and YET, no one can smell the shit. Something wrong with your nasal cavity, I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114112225008826901?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114112225008826901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114112225008826901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114112225008826901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114112225008826901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/water-smells-like-shit-these-days.html' title='Water smells like shit these days'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114103016685966382</id><published>2006-02-27T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:49:26.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know English</title><content type='html'>*reading some words of Dharma  written in English collected from the temple*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmmmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: What does it say???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Nothing much. Just some words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, I know. But they exactly say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Just some blah, blah, asking you to work hard and excel in this and that.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: You don't know English? Go and ask Shie JieJie over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: *WTF!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah Ma, I understand what it means, but there isn't much to say about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;: Go and ask Shie JieJie to explain to you. This is regarding your future, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: *Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I don't know English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114103016685966382?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114103016685966382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114103016685966382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114103016685966382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114103016685966382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-know-english.html' title='I don&apos;t know English'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114091733821596453</id><published>2006-02-26T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:33:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>If you're given a second chance, you're lucky. My class was given a second chance to sit for the replacement test. Everyone was complaining how tough the test was and why the lecturer included topics we've not learn yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of the controversy between the students and the lecturer spreaded until the whole Engineering Department knew about it. Fine, she gave us another chance. However, some people just do notappreciate it. The questions were really difficult, oh well, at least for me. I really didn't understand the principles and no matter how hard I stared at the examples, I just didn't get it. Frankly, the lecturer isn't dedicated enough. Only the students who attended her class before will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never in A levels or Form 6, basically I only have SPM qualification which isn't enough to tackle the syllabus of Year 1. Sometimes I really wonder if I've chosen the right path. Father asked me to join SAM two years back, but I didn't want to. Because I'm sick of Subang. I really got fed up of that place already. Just count how many freaking years I was in that area. I chose to move to a new place, and even until now, none of my ex-schoolmates join my campus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending more than a year out of Subang area, I realized I'm spending less time with the Subang-ians and get to know more different people. Umm, there's a difference between the new and old people I've known. I'm not sure if 'wild' is the correct term to differentiate these two types of people. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother said before, if I don't like or not doing well in the courseI'm in right now, I can change it. No, I don't want. Why must I change after all my hard work after a year plus? If I change, then I'll have tostart all over again from the standard of a SPM leaver, going for Pre-U studies and waste all Dad's money of the past one year. I just have to go on another 3 years and that's it - if I'm able to keep my performance like now. Even if I graduate on time, I'll be turning 20 only. So I suppose it's not too late to change that time, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice if there's a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114091733821596453?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114091733821596453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114091733821596453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114091733821596453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114091733821596453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114068765146268033</id><published>2006-02-23T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:42:21.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys in pink</title><content type='html'>..are GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-H-Y? What's wrong with pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who says that pink is a girl's color? So is that suppose to mean that blue is a boy's color? The way some people define it as though the two different colors have two different sex. It's pretty annoying to bitch about every guy who passes by wearing pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the owner of that pink Kelisa is REALLY a guy? I've seen pink shoes for men in MCKY shop. There are some really sweet baby pink T-shirts sold at East India shop. My brother have a classmate carrying a PINK backpack to school every day and his friends are laughing! What the -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if your boyfriend wears a pink top, will you dump him for that stupid reason since you have such strong discrimination towards 'pink' guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It's just a color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114068765146268033?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114068765146268033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114068765146268033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114068765146268033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114068765146268033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/guys-in-pink.html' title='Guys in pink'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114058375336043348</id><published>2006-02-22T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:49:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disrespect towards lecturer</title><content type='html'>No matter how boring the lecture is or how many times the lecturer is repeating the same damn thing, we STILL have to respect and let him/her finish his/her lectures. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because the lecturer is friendly, or should I say 'extremely' friendly with the students, you still can't go beyond the limits. Entering the class late is one action that NO one is going to like it. Plus, interrupting the whole class with all the laughings and talkings during the lecture is going to mindfuck EVERYONE in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DAMN obvious Sir is unhappy and upset with what some of the students did, especially the words thrown out after the laughings. I mean, he's trying his best to draw the charts on the whiteboard to ensure all of us to understand (even though I don't really understand a single thing), just zip your mouth and let the rest of the students to concentrate in his lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid I shall say, to make a person angry who has the full power to control your accessment marks. I will NEVER risk my life doing that although the person I hate the most is one of the assistants in the lab who marked for our reports. All I did was calling her BITCH solemnly in my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture today only went on in LESS than 30 minutes supposingly it's a 1 hour 30 minutes class. Bah, wasting my time to come to class damnit. And facing the tension that I've never experience before since the first day of entering university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal actually. I believe Sir will be fine to conduct the lab session tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114058375336043348?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114058375336043348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114058375336043348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114058375336043348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114058375336043348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/disrespect-towards-lecturer.html' title='Disrespect towards lecturer'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114053884325711842</id><published>2006-02-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:26:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Individual or Group</title><content type='html'>Would you prefer to work alone or work in a group? Well, it depends. If all my group members are co-operative enough to do their work respectively and know when to shut up and when to speak up, I'll be more than happy to work with them. If there's AT LEAST one of the members who is playing truant most of the time, skipping classes and giving you heart attack every time he/she submits his/her part of work, I would rather work alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, Mother said before, every one of us must learn to work together or in a group whether you like it or not, because that's what we're going to face every day when we're in the working life. But, don't you think it's frustrating facing a partner whose boasting about how much he/she did compared to the rest of the members, as if he/she REALLY did THAT much of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this happens, I usually shut up and also, sometimes, ask that person to shut up as well, and continue our work. Enough of bitching and ranting at the very last minute when we're suppose to hand in our work already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun, just tolerate for another month okay. After that, you're free of lab reports and assignments. And you can concentrate more on your preparation for exams (which I seldom do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is just ignore those people and ask myself not to give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114053884325711842?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114053884325711842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114053884325711842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114053884325711842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114053884325711842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/individual-or-group_22.html' title='Individual or Group'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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-22770321.post-114051918424917071</id><published>2006-02-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:53:04.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real me</title><content type='html'>The purpose of this blog is for me to tell the truth. Truth of every happenings in my life. Unless I don't want to write about it. Because in real life, I believe, everyone tells lies. Whoever who says they don't lie, that's the BIGGEST lie ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blog in &lt;a href="http://www.blogdrive.com"&gt;www.blogdrive.com&lt;/a&gt;. But I find the features rather limited so I moved here. I don't hope to promote my blog and bump into bigger traffic. I just want to express myself because there are certain things you just can't mention it to anyone, not even the closest darling of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22770321-114051918424917071?l=natural-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114051918424917071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22770321&amp;postID=114051918424917071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114051918424917071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22770321/posts/default/114051918424917071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natural-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/real-me.html' title='The real me'/><author><name>Yunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075580289641061799</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></feed>
