<?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-31214481</id><updated>2011-07-15T05:32:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 3 mouseketeers. our cosy haven. squeak squeak.</title><subtitle type='html'>adventures. misadventures. mischiefs. trouble. &lt;br&gt;
the 3 mouseketeers + everyone else.  :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-1152721586887351374</id><published>2007-05-11T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:34:12.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton buds.</title><content type='html'>I received this email from Yvonne (as in, Yvonne Chan). I'm not sure how true this is, but sounds kinda freaky to me. And I use cotton buds everyday! &gt;&lt;"  &lt;blockquote&gt;Just a piece of information for everyone..... a truth too many people do not realize. Please read on... My husband had ear pain for a very long time, sometimes he would just visit a private doctor and get some antibiotics and ear drops and after applying it over a few days, the pain would be gone. He got a habit of using cotton buds to clean his ear canals everyday after his bath. Just normal cotton buds that we can purchase at any shop at 3 for $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, the problem became quite serious to the fact that he couldn't sleep at night and one day, unable to control the pain even after taking his medicine... he went to see a doctor in the middle of the night and was referred to the Alexandra Hospital where they prescribed stronger antibiotics and an appointment to see a specialist. Upon visiting the specialist, he advised my husband &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to never use a cotton bud to clean his ears again&lt;/span&gt;, after using a special equipment to remove whatever dirt was remaining very deep in the ear as a result of using the cotton bud. The doctor said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cotton bud was never invented to clean ear canals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but to clean superficial items or just surface wounds and to apply medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Small pieces or particles on the cotton bud tend to remain in the ear canal and that gives opportunity for bacteria to breed&lt;/span&gt; and by using a cotton bud, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dirt in the ear is actually being thrust further&lt;/span&gt; in to the ear canal, hindering its self-clearing process. Some people tend to thrust the cotton bud very deep into the ear and this may result in the damage of the ear drum and a operation may be needed to correct the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's advised was to use olive oil, just one or twodrops into the ear once a month and the ear will actually cleanse itself, thereafter to use a tissue paper to clean just the outer most part of the ear. My husband has since stopped using cotton buds and has fully recovered. The above piece of information is given by the specialist at Hospital. You may check with any doctor to verify the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-1152721586887351374?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/1152721586887351374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=1152721586887351374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/1152721586887351374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/1152721586887351374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2007/05/cotton-buds.html' title='Cotton buds.'/><author><name>jho</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-7486754242350276411</id><published>2007-04-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:50:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idea for Science Magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2RLzzNNNwg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2RLzzNNNwg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Puan Rosnah will love this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-7486754242350276411?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/7486754242350276411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=7486754242350276411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/7486754242350276411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/7486754242350276411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2007/04/idea-for-science-magic.html' title='An Idea for Science Magic!'/><author><name>jho</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-8401285286581207639</id><published>2007-03-24T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:52:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Dolphins!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you guys have seen this one before, but damn, it's really inhumane, the way they kill them dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/dolphin"&gt;The Video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can help stop it. Just sign the petition dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/golfinho/"&gt;The Petition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-8401285286581207639?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/8401285286581207639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=8401285286581207639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/8401285286581207639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/8401285286581207639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2007/03/save-dolphins.html' title='Save the Dolphins!'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-5802890312782693986</id><published>2007-03-11T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:18:54.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, okay, so this blog is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do something bout it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not sure if you guys know bout this but our original SPM cert is out, so yea, we have to go collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Mrs. Tay will be retiring. She said, "end of next month," not sure if she meant Feb or March. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-5802890312782693986?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/5802890312782693986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=5802890312782693986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/5802890312782693986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/5802890312782693986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2007/03/woah-okay-so-this-blog-is-kinda-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>jho</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116625385235820962</id><published>2006-12-16T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:24:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all 5A!</title><content type='html'>Hey y'alls!&lt;br /&gt;We're planning a lil' get together for all us 5A peoples, since we don't actually see each other as a massive group all that often lately. The plan is kind of sketchy at the moment, but here are the proposed details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: 27th December 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: Starts 6-7ish..evening(that means dinner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: The Curve, maybe TGIF(tentatively anyways, not booked yet)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unless we can somehow get someone to spend 26 hungry kids like ourselves(volunteers always welcome..after all, you never know), the bill will be split accordingly la. As for the venue, it's not confirmed, since we're thinking it's probably one of the more convenient places for everyone. Thebban's suggested everyone going somewhere for a night, or a day(ie: Genting etc), so if you guys are interested, please indicate so too. Also, suggestions are more than welcome regarding the venue, and what to do after dinner yeah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RSVP if you're free, to either Shashi's mobile at 012-2658936, leaving a comment here, or to me, at 017-384 3967. Anyone else wanting to help out checking stuff and stuff..let us know too. Never can get enough help eh? Oh, and one more thing, please pass this msg on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As a parting statement, i'd say that your presence is VERY appreciated, and if you can't make it, you're letting at least 20 other people down, so clear your schedule.NOW. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116625385235820962?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116625385235820962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116625385235820962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116625385235820962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116625385235820962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/12/calling-all-5a.html' title='Calling all 5A!'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116546814613364669</id><published>2006-12-07T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:09:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia..the sad truth.</title><content type='html'>This is an article written by an Australian journalist. In some respects, it is an exaggerated view of Malaysian problems, but in many others, it's just the raw truth. Don't get me wrong, i'm not anti my own country, or a patriot by any means. I think that someone who can make a difference should read this, and maybe consider that something is obviously wrong, when an international paper criticises us so badly. Take it with a pinch of salt, make up your own mind about how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/business/while-malaysia-fiddles-its-opportunities-are-running-dry/2006/11/14/1163266550487.html?page=fullpage"&gt;While Malaysia fiddles it's opportunities are running dry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to EeWei for hooking me up with the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116546814613364669?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116546814613364669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116546814613364669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116546814613364669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116546814613364669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/12/malaysiathe-sad-truth.html' title='Malaysia..the sad truth.'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116477422778118122</id><published>2006-11-29T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:34:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For when you get bored..</title><content type='html'>I chanced upon this while surfing the net outta boredom today. It's pretty amusing. To know that there actually are people who actually believe that the world is flat. I don't claim to know much, but it IS rather funny. Hence, the title, for when you get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theflatearthsociety.org/forums/index.php"&gt;The Flat Earth Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116477422778118122?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116477422778118122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116477422778118122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116477422778118122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116477422778118122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-when-you-get-bored.html' title='For when you get bored..'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116455477765608531</id><published>2006-11-26T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:26:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap Cat.</title><content type='html'>Okaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say after watching this is, "WTH?"&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xr1K2du4nJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xr1K2du4nJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31214481-116455477765608531?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116455477765608531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116455477765608531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116455477765608531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116455477765608531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/11/rap-cat.html' title='Rap Cat.'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116357744247639754</id><published>2006-11-15T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:47:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;PENANG: If the dress was not sexy, the incident would not have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Penang Municipal Council president Datuk Abu Bakar Hassan’s response to a complaint that a closed-circuit television (CCTV) camera in the City Hall was zooming in on the thighs of women journalists instead of council proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Bakar was unhappy over the “sexy” attire worn by some women reporters during council meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, a reporter spotted the image of a woman’s thighs on the CCTV monitor in the control room and alerted other journalists who complained to council secretary Ooi Chin Loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Straits Times journalist Melissa Darlyne Chow, 23, who lodged a police report yesterday, said she was surprised by Abu Bakar’s “sexist” statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He's implying that I was not properly attired and that I deserved the unwanted attention,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Local Government committee chairman Datuk Dr Teng Hock Nan said he was awaiting a report from the council. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Extracted from "The Star Online"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno if you guys have read about this, but come on! Honestly, what the FUCK?! How can you blame the reporter for "wearing sexy clothes" when one of your own staff is a bloody pervert? Hell, i'm not a woman's rights person, i'm not even a female, but it's really illogical, not to mention plain FUCKING IDIOTIC.  It's exactly as she said, the minister was implying she&lt;em&gt; deserved&lt;/em&gt; the attention. Just goes to show how much some TYPES of ppl can't control their animalistic urges, not to mention the level of disrespect towards women is unforgivable under ANY circumstance. Stop pointing the FUCKING finger Mr so called Datuk. Just keep it in your pants, and none of this would happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116357744247639754?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116357744247639754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116357744247639754&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116357744247639754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116357744247639754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/11/penang-if-dress-was-not-sexy-incident.html' title=''/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116268978151747380</id><published>2006-11-05T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T09:23:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby..Dragon?</title><content type='html'>Lol, someone on a forum showed me this site. I doubt it's real, but still, worth a look-see, since it looks rather convincing. I'll let u decide if it's real or no aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rense.com/general48/badjoke.htm"&gt;Real dragon, fake dragon?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116268978151747380?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116268978151747380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116268978151747380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116268978151747380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116268978151747380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/11/babydragon.html' title='Baby..Dragon?'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116262700104191493</id><published>2006-11-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:56:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never like Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, to me, Gold Digger is one of the most annoying song ever, even though most people actually love it. If I'm not mistaken, it's the #1 song of the year as voted by the listeners of Hitz.FM last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on this year, he actually appear on the cover of Rolling Stones as Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/1600/kanye-west-jesus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/320/kanye-west-jesus.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was this event, which he won some award and he held this paper which wrote "THANK YOU LIST" in bold at the back. I don't know bout his level of humour, but if there is an award for being lame, he will definitely win hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/1600/grammys_kanye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/320/grammys_kanye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, more reasons to hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent MTV Europe Music Awards, Kanye West was nominated for Best Video, but he totally lost to some video by this two DJs (Justice vs Simian). And just when the DJs were going on stage, Kanye West actually went up with them, and made a freaking scene. [&lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/news.nsf/article/kanyes%20on%20stage%20tantrum_1012662"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck this! My video cost a million dollars. Pamela Anderson was in it, I was jumping across canyons and shit! If I don't win, the awards show loses credibility. Nothing against you (Justice Vs Simian), but hell man."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you speechless yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the press conference after the event, he went on whining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I haven't seen (the Justice and Simian video). Possibly it could have been quite good, but no way better than Touch The Sky. That is complete bullshit, I paid a million. Obviously it's not all about the money, but the response it got transcended everything, it really made great TV. It took a month to film; I stood on a mountain; I flew a helicopter over Vegas. I did it to be the king of all videos and I wanted to walk home with that award,"&lt;/blockquote&gt;His reason why Justice vs Simian won the video,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"That was some spread the love bullshit, 'Oh everyone should have an award.' Please press people print, 'Kanye says fuck that!'"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No Kanye, I would say, Fuck YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't his first time being such a sore loser in public. When he lost the AMA's Best New Artiste to some country singer, he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I feel I was definitely robbed. I was the best new artist this year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he needs a HUGE slice of humble pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116262700104191493?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116262700104191493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116262700104191493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116262700104191493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116262700104191493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-never-like-kanye-west.html' title=''/><author><name>jho</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116246254970017626</id><published>2006-11-02T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:15:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRxmV6Imf0o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRxmV6Imf0o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31214481-116246254970017626?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116246254970017626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116246254970017626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116246254970017626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116246254970017626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/11/enjoy.html' title='enjoy :)'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116206842398073305</id><published>2006-10-29T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:47:03.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>click here! :)</title><content type='html'>I just watched this absolutely sensational trailer to an upcoming movie called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out if you have the time! It's very good and looks really promising. Hope it won't take too long to reach Malaysian shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/dreamworks/perfume/" target="_blank"&gt;Perfume&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116206842398073305?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116206842398073305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116206842398073305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116206842398073305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116206842398073305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/click-here.html' title='click here! :)'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116185335909664671</id><published>2006-10-26T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:03:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>videos. :)</title><content type='html'>am going to post two videos. one is taken from &lt;a href="http://rojaks.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Rojaks&lt;/a&gt;. it's a video showing the body of a village boy being extracted from a dead crocodile. viewer discretion advised. if you have a weak stomach, PLEASE do not watch this. and remember, this is from Rojaks; i didn't stumble on this by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="%27http://www.bolt.com/video/flv_player_branded.swf?contentId=" contenttype="2'" loop="'false'" quality="'high'" bgcolor="'white'" name="'video_play_500'" allowscriptaccess="'sameDomain'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'" height="340" width="365"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.bolt.com/%27"&gt;Get video codes&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.bolt.com%27"&gt;Bolt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a video i uploaded onto youtube, of my group and i (the Lions) during camp few weeks ago in Trolak, Perak. we were doing a skit. theme was determination and style of presentation was love story. we did a really corny and lame (YET FUNNY! =] ) spoof of cinderella, with my friend matthew, playing the female lead, with the name matthewlela. :)&lt;br /&gt;well hope you can hear the speech and sounds and all that, though i doubt you'd be able to, as the sound you'll be hearing is mostly that of laughter. thanks to hiap lai for helping record the video (though there wasn't enough space on my cam for the whole skit), but then again, he was laughing so hard, that the video quality is rather poor. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people in the skit were me as the narrator; matthew as matthewlela; jason fong as prince charming (in red); fiona, li jing and pik yee as the three evil stepsisters; and yeoh kok hoe as the fairy godfather who has a ciggie for a wand (and packs it before granting a wish). sadly, yeoh only came on the scene towards the end, so you won't be able to see him here in this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p.s. click on the video, visit my youtube page, and you can view another group's (Adventurous) skit. their theme was 'east meets west' and the presentation style was 'hip-hop']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtaFA_qetTo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtaFA_qetTo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are us Lions. :)&lt;br /&gt;will blog about my camp experience with these wonderful people soon.&lt;br /&gt;at the very front is fiona; from left to right: li jing, me, yeoh, pik yee, matthew and jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l304/karen5996/HMC%20Leadership%20Camp/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116185335909664671?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116185335909664671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116185335909664671&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116185335909664671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116185335909664671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/videos.html' title='videos. :)'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l304/karen5996/HMC%20Leadership%20Camp/th_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116175138101524406</id><published>2006-10-25T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:48:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously a hoax!</title><content type='html'>Message as found on friendster bulletin board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: &lt;strong&gt;92 billion and 1/2 people havedied from notreposting this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So on the news there was a girlwho submitted a tape and it was a phoneconversationbetween a girl and her boyfriend. This ishow iswent:Amber: Ronny, are you gonna come overtomorrow to meet my mom? Like I saidbefore, shereallywants to meet you.Ronny: Of course, honey. I know howmuch thismeans to you. When would you like meto comeover?Amber: How about 6-ish? Hey Ronny,what's thattapping sound?Ronny: What?! I don't hear anything...You'reprobably imagining things, sweetheart.Amber: Quit joking around, Ronny!! Stopmakingthat noise. It's getting louder!Ronny: I don't joke, you should know thatbynow... I love you so much, and I wouldnever lie toyou...Amber: It's starting to hurt my ears!!!!!How canyouNOT hear that?! Hold on, there'ssomeone at thedoor... I'll be right back! Don't miss metoo much!**She answers the door and sees Ronny****standing there, holding a knife and aphone**Ronny: Hey, honey... I've missed you...**He slaughtered Amber and when herparents****came at six the next day he killed themtoo.**If you don't repost this bulletin in twohours, Amberwill crawl out from under your bed in yoursleepand murder you. The last thing you willsee are herrotting eyes and the phone...still in herhand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andrepostthis with the title "Y sex hurts gurls butguys luv it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, can anyone tell me how 1/2 a person is quantified? What, so someone got lucky and only died halfway? This just goes to show how perfectly idiotic these stupid msgs on friendster are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i forgot to address the other interpretation of it. Think about it. If half the '92 billion ppl' who read this email died, don't u think it'd be in the news by now? Oh wait, it can't be, coz that'd make us -60ish billion people*. Awesome logic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I dont actually know how many ppl there are in the world, but i'm pretty sure that there arent 92 billion ppl in the world, not to mention the number of ppl with internet access doesnt even come anywhere CLOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116175138101524406?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116175138101524406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116175138101524406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116175138101524406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116175138101524406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/obviously-hoax.html' title='Obviously a hoax!'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116134715392266141</id><published>2006-10-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T05:22:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag..Banned?!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..Honestly, what the bleeding **** will these Americans come up with next? Yes, it's true, a few schools have called a ban on one of the OLDEST games EVER-Tag. Read about it on CNN's website &lt;a href="http://digg.com/offbeat_news/School_bans_tag_other_chase_games"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the world come to aye? Next thing you know, kids will be sent to school in bubble wrap, with their own oxygen tanks and sanitary gloves. Balls will be banned from ALL schools across the world because of their potential to "cause damage" and "hurt people". Contact sport? We may come to a point where ANY physical contact is considered an offense. After all, who knows what germs another individual may carry? Oh, parents and teachers who support this stupid ban, while you're at it, why don't you ban children from running and having fun as well, coz when they do either, there's always the risk that they'll hurt themselves with "near collisions" with inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys, welcome to the perfect world we live in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116134715392266141?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116134715392266141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116134715392266141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116134715392266141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116134715392266141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagbanned.html' title='Tag..Banned?!'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116123619470199420</id><published>2006-10-19T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:36:34.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Going Soft?</title><content type='html'>I just read an article on monday in the papers, it's really funny how these things cant be pushed outta ur head once they get in, so i thought i'd just ramble on, and tell everyone about it. Oh, for the record, i tried to get a link to the actual article, but i couldnt find one, stupid NZ papers charge u to read stuff on their website(even tho there isnt much in the way of news anyways..bishes..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yeah, this evolutionary expert called Dr. Curry predicts that in the long run, human beings will become weak, both physically and mentally. Following the trends of human evolution, i honestly dont know if he's that far off the mark. For one thing, he says that in the future, humans will grow taller and taller, reaching an average population height of about 6ft 6 in, which isn't far off from Yao Ming, and that we will all live to an average of about 120 years, because of technological advances in medicine, and better understanding of human physiology. However, because of this same advancements, our immune system will be really really weak, as we're lots of us drugs dependent to cure illnesses. And it's true, since our ancestors were supposedly immune to many of the cross species diseases that we find ourselves so susceptible to these days; ie: bird flu, JE, Dengue etc. Because of natural selection(more like human selection) favouring ppl with better physical appearances, it is also predicted that in the future, men will have a more angular jaw, more symmetrical features, and a deeper voice, while women will have pert breasts, glossy hair, hairless skin and symmetrical facial features.(which actually means, no more looking like chu par for the most part la..), and a smaller jaw for both sexes(which is true, i mean, how many of us need braces these days is an indication of maybe that our jaw is not as big as it should be or had been). All this sounds quite true if we actually think about it, especially if gene patching is made more viable in the future, where all our genetic codes can be controlled, and fixed, if anything turns up. While this seems like an advantage, it actually kinda reduces gene variation, and makes us very vulnerable towards any kind of genetic disorder that could wipe out the whole population.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, his predictions get a little more fictional. He thinks that HG Wells was right in his novel&lt;/em&gt; 'The Time Machine' &lt;em&gt;where he writes that humans degenerated into 2 separate, distinct species, the working class, which would degenerate into ape-like, short, stout and strong, but less intelligent creatures and the rich upper class, which would be tall, thin and physically weak, but more intelligent creatures. He also believes that by that time, we will have lost a lot of our ability to eat tough food, relying instead on food processors to produce burgers and stuff that we eat easily, as well as a lot of our communication and emotive skills. Dr Curry predicts that as a race, we would have lost most of our ability to cooperate as well as our ability to feel, love and care for one another, because of our overdependence on technology as well as our current isolations from one another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I dont really know how much to believe, but as I said, some of his predictions do ring true, since, looking at historical evidence of homonid evolution, we have evolved from becoming short, stout, vegetarian creatures with minimal intelligence, to taller, thinner, omnivorous creatures(which explains the reduction in size of teeth and jaws), with an increased intelligence. Also worth noting, someone told me that they once watched a programme on Discovery that said that if humans ever got wiped off the planet, or driven back to degenerating into apes, the next species likely to 'take over the world' as it were, would be the squids, 'coz of their already huge brain to body size ratio. Freaky eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116123619470199420?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116123619470199420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116123619470199420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116123619470199420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116123619470199420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-going-soft.html' title='We Going Soft?'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116091538801680196</id><published>2006-10-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:42:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Jeremy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/3023/jerve9.gif" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116091538801680196?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116091538801680196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116091538801680196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116091538801680196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116091538801680196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-jeremy.html' title='To Jeremy,'/><author><name>jho</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-116050174942376883</id><published>2006-10-11T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:35:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all,</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://pleasefarkoff.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously-what-flying.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-116050174942376883?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/116050174942376883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=116050174942376883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116050174942376883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/116050174942376883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-all.html' title='To all,'/><author><name>jho</name><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-31214481.post-115983355687244956</id><published>2006-10-03T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T07:59:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death of common sense. as posted on friendster b.board by yeeyean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today we mourn the passing of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;beloved old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;who has been with us for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No one knows for sure how old he was since his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;red tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He will be remembered as having cultivated such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt; lived by simple, sound financial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;policies (don't spend more than you earn) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;reliable parenting strategies (adults, not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;children, are in charge).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His health began to deteriorate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rapidly when well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;intentioned but overbearing regulations were set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;harassment for kissing a classmate; teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;suspended from school for using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mouthwash after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;unruly student, only worsened his condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt; lost ground when parents attacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;teachers for doing the job they themselves failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to do in disciplining their unruly children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It declined even further when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; schools were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;required to&lt;br /&gt;get parental consent to administer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panadol, sun lotion or&lt;br /&gt; a sticky plaster to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;student but could not inform the&lt;br /&gt;parents when a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;student became pregnant and wanted&lt;br /&gt;to have an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt; lost the will to live as the Ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Commandments became contraband; churches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;businesses; and criminals received better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;treatment&lt;br /&gt;than their victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt; took a beating when you couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;defend yourself from a burglar in your own home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and the&lt;br /&gt;burglar can sue you for assault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt; finally gave up the will to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;after a&lt;br /&gt;woman failed to realize that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a steaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cup of coffee was&lt;br /&gt;hot. She spilled a little in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;lap and was promptly awarded&lt;br /&gt;a huge settlement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt; was preceded in death by his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Truth and Trust&lt;/span&gt;; by his wife, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Discretion&lt;/span&gt;; by his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;daughter, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;; and by his son, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He is survived by three stepbrothers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I Know My Rights&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else is to Blame&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm A Victim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not many attended his funeral because so few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;realized he was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115983355687244956?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115983355687244956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115983355687244956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115983355687244956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115983355687244956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-of-common-sense-as-posted-on.html' title='death of common sense. as posted on friendster b.board by yeeyean.'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115954820677362702</id><published>2006-09-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:43:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A China pumpkin girl was visiting New York, went&lt;br /&gt;into a worldwide message center wanting to send&lt;br /&gt;an urgent, important&lt;br /&gt;message to her mother in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian guy at the counter told her it would cost&lt;br /&gt;around US$100/=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She exclaimed, " I don't have that kind of money,&lt;br /&gt;but I will do anything to get a message to my&lt;br /&gt;mother in China !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian smiled, arched an eyebrow and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything?"! Yes, I promise...anything ! " she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the Italian said, " Follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led her to the next room and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in and close the door. " " Get down on your&lt;br /&gt;knees !" he ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Unzip me !" he said. She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, " Go on...take it out. " She did and&lt;br /&gt;grabbed it with both hands excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian closed his eyes and &amp; whispered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Go ahead girl, what are you waiting for ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms China pumpkin girl slowly brought her lips&lt;br /&gt;closer and said loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello....hello Ah Mah !!!..can you hear me aa??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115954820677362702?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115954820677362702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115954820677362702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115954820677362702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115954820677362702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/china-pumpkin-girl-was-visiting-new.html' title=''/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115954715990540869</id><published>2006-09-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:25:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl we love to hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdmzmOYM7DE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdmzmOYM7DE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton's latest video, Nothing In This World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right. Nothing in this world is like this video. Female pedophile seducing some high-school who probably just hit puberty. Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those random words that flashes between scenes in the video doesn't even make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's Paris Hilton we are talking bout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115954715990540869?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115954715990540869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115954715990540869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115954715990540869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115954715990540869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/girl-we-love-to-hate.html' title='The girl we love to hate'/><author><name>jho</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115892368627269074</id><published>2006-09-22T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:50:27.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg..LOL!</title><content type='html'>What the F***?! The post i posted here yesterday's missing. Piece of trash..*Grumbles* Anyways, i'll redo it. Check out this Tickle me Elmo TMX, it's cute and really funny! Specially dedicated to Jho =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4x-VW_rCSE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115892368627269074?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115892368627269074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115892368627269074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115892368627269074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115892368627269074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/omglol.html' title='Omg..LOL!'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115842599792974139</id><published>2006-09-17T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:39:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a joke y'all. you might've heard of it before, but anyway, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One day, an uncle was driving on the plus highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in his CLK (cute little kancil) when then engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;started to choke. He quickly stop the car by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;side just in time before the engine died off. So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the uncle open the hood and see la. Just a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;minutes after, a young man was cruising in his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mitsubishi Lancer Evo 5 on the same highway. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quickly spotted the broken down kancil with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;uncle standing beside it alone. Being a kind man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he pulled over right in front of the kancil to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;offer help. Having very little engineering skills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the young man couldn't fix the problem. The man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then came up with a brilliant idea. He told the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;uncle that he has a cable in his boot and offered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to tow the kancil to the next toll house where he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;could get help. The uncle agreed to that idea. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;uncle also added that if he feels that they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;moving too fast, he would flash the young man and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;also use the horn. So, the young man secured the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;kancil to the back of his Evo using the cable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And so, the young man drove off pulling the kancil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;behind it. At times when they were moving too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fast, the uncle would give the man a horn. After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;driving for a while, a loud engine roar approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;from the back. a ferrari was approaching the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cars. As the ferrari came up beside the them, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;gave a loud engine rev to challenge the Evo. With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the flame of youth burning in him, the evo driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;downshift can rocket off chasing the ferrari while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;totally forgeting about the kancil tied to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just up ahead on the highway, a couple of police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;officers were performing a speed trap. They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;suddenly hear loud engine roars followed by turbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;blow offs sounds approaching them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vrrrooooommm...........kepish kepish......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After recording the speed, one of the police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;officer quickly used the radio to contact the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;others setting a roadblock up ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Over over... this is checkpoint 1 calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;checkpoint 2. Do u read?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are currently 3 street racers heading ur way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;at over 240km/h!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The first car is a red Ferrari, you can't miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Following closely behind is a white Lancer Evo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the third car, you're not going to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this. It's white kancil. I repeat, it's a kancil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's drafting very closely behind the Lancer Evo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not only that, the driver seems to be flashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;high beams towards the Evo while applying horn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tell it to move away. I think it's going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;overtake the Evo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115842599792974139?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115842599792974139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115842599792974139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115842599792974139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115842599792974139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-joke-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115838123761141903</id><published>2006-09-16T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:33:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Karen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/5821/karenbdaymk2.gif" border="0" alt="It's your birthday, Karen!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it. Stole the pic from your friendster though XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115838123761141903?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115838123761141903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115838123761141903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115838123761141903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115838123761141903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-karen.html' title='Happy Birthday, Karen!'/><author><name>jho</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115798465797946892</id><published>2006-09-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:50:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. this is pretty pathetic, and absolutely no biggie, but i've gotten myself a locker in college! yay for me!  :)&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty tiring process really. i had to walk to the dept. of students' affairs (dsa) to get the application form for a locker from one of the dsa officers. after filling that out, i was supposed to go all the way to the other end of HELP's main block (which is approximately 3 blocks long!), go to registry I to get the invoice (and i had to line up), then go to the bursary to pay with the official invoice in hand. then walk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the way back to the other end to the dsa with the receipt as proof of payment, before i can choose my locker number. well, despite all the trouble and all that i finally got my locker number. it's a nice number. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but horror of horrors, it's stinky! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know the smell of a locker/drawer/closet that hasn't been opened in a long time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiyoh&lt;/span&gt;. gonna have to bring some air freshener, those jelly types and leave it in there. or else i'll die every single time i open the locker door man. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, all i've left in my locker is my CTS textbook. but knowing me, it won't take too long before one locker won't even be enough to hold my stuff. i'm the sort of person who buys stuff i don't really need, thinking that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; need it one day, so, "i'll just keep it in my locker for the" time being." things will accumulate, i tell you.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to starbucks today morning (i know, i know you're going to 'tsk' me) and i noticed one of the staff i regularly see, a chinese guy, in casual wear.  lol, i didn't know he was a HELP student too, until later, about 2 hours later when i saw him at the dsa.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char&lt;/span&gt; of me right? i've been going in and out of starbucks for almost 5 months already and all this while i only thought that only one of the staff, an indian guy studying accounting, was the only HELP student among the rest of the staff. and even then,  it was only 40 minutes after i first entered the dsa that i noticed he was there, when he was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, can't blame me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;, i was half blind! i was only wearing one side of my contact lens, cos the left side fell out in my dad's car and couldn't be found. i could see the figures of people from afar and the colours of their clothes, but i couldn't see their faces. BUT i didn't squint or anything, i just acted as though i was having no problems whatsoever in seeing. so people who thought i could see them from afar might've smiled at me, but i didn't smile back. they might've thought i was having a bad day or was being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lansi&lt;/span&gt;, when in fact, i don't even know who the person in front of me is, until their faces are one metre away from mine. lol. all the while, throughout the whole day, it felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; odd. i kept feeling as though i've gone cross-eyed without realising it. as in, while i was writing, concentrating on my pen, my eyes may have automatically slipped into "cross-eyed" mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( i might have to bring my spectacles with me tomorrow to college. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11 september 2006, the 5th year anniversary of the 9/11 bombings of the WTC in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us observe a moment of silence to commemorate the deaths of the innocent people whose deaths were senseless, as well as the loss of lives of brave citizens who took part in the rescue of victims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115798465797946892?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115798465797946892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115798465797946892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115798465797946892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115798465797946892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115771205305468215</id><published>2006-09-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:40:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and the answer to the riddle is~........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony &amp;amp; Cleopatra are goldfishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure you already got that rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115771205305468215?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115771205305468215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115771205305468215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115771205305468215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115771205305468215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-answer-to-riddle-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115729948296394523</id><published>2006-09-04T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:04:42.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday shoutouts</title><content type='html'>well, just for the sake of posting something, i'm gonna post something short.&lt;br /&gt;birthday shoutouts are in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 august - jho &amp; samantha chan&lt;br /&gt;1st september - kei li (tisu putih lol)&lt;br /&gt;3rd september - kim hyun ju (the korean "superstar")  XD&lt;br /&gt;5th septemeber - jerome&lt;br /&gt;8th september - lynda dedi (lin-dwa)  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday and many happ returns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115729948296394523?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115729948296394523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115729948296394523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115729948296394523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115729948296394523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-shoutouts.html' title='birthday shoutouts'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115728182555673071</id><published>2006-09-03T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:27:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kim!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if she's reading this or not, but if she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/1600/kim%20-%20birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/320/kim%20-%20birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115728182555673071?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115728182555673071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115728182555673071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115728182555673071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115728182555673071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-kim.html' title='Happy Birthday Kim!'/><author><name>jho</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115728077329804553</id><published>2006-09-03T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:52:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking on Chores</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the mundaneness of life! Today, I was stuck doing chores again, cleaning up my room, cutting the grass, and all that shizzle. And yeah, suddenly, it struck me, why do some people have to do chores, and some dont?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when you apply for a job, you should be able to put "Chores" on your resume, and get a testimonial from mom saying, "Ian has done his chores regularly, and has not shirked responsibility at home." Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take cutting the grass for example. Goddamn, I never had to cut grass before, and you honestly dont realise how hard it is! Like Oh My God it hurts ur wrist, it hurts ur back, it hurts ur eyes. You see them gardeners at school just happily chopping away with their ultra high speed revolving plastic thingamajigys and you think, oh, I could do that! Great! I have a back up job if i dont amount to anything. Think AGAIN. I use one of those to cut our grass, and Hell..it's tiring. The thing bloody vibrates in your hand so hard you wonder why your wrist hasnt fallen off, then it's kinda heavy, and you have to bend around to make sure it doesnt break off. It does NOT HELP that my lawn is &lt;em&gt;senget-ed&lt;/em&gt; and I've gotta bend it upwards and downwards just to get patches of grass juuuust outta reach from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sorry I wasted 5 minutes of your life reading my gripe about chores. Mopping the floor, scrubbing the toilets, cutting the goddamn grass, vacuuming the floor. It all requires patience, and diligency as well as utter and pure DEDICATION! It takes real STRENGTH not to give up and walk away saying &lt;em&gt;"stuff this!" &lt;/em&gt;after 10 minutes. How well chores are done reflect one's character. A perfectionist would not walk away until the floor is spotless when mopping it, while a hard worker will keep working just to make sure he hasnt missed anything, and a slacker just leaves spots of dirt everywhere. So bosses everywhere, next time you wanna hire someone, let your first question be: &lt;em&gt;"So what chores do you do around the house?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: To all yous who have moms doing it for you, appreciate her PLEASE. The writer has taken a moment to thank mom for all the chores she's done for me over the years. If it were up to me, she could apply for any job in the world, even to be President, and I'd hire her =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115728077329804553?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115728077329804553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115728077329804553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115728077329804553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115728077329804553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/09/choking-on-chores.html' title='Choking on Chores'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115684039784341331</id><published>2006-08-29T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:36:37.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle. (oh boy oh boy oh boy!)</title><content type='html'>here's a riddle for you to attempt to solve.&lt;br /&gt;i got this for my Critical Thinking Skills (CTS) lecture today, and it's pretty funny really.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you've heard of this riddle before and know the answer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;answer it! please give those who have not seen this before the chance to attempt it. however, you can mock them by leaving comments like, "ahaha! i know the answer! *bluek*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or anything childish that you want...as long as it doesn't hint at the answer or provide the actual answer itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Anthony &amp; Cleopatra are found dead on the floor of a villa in Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nearby is a broken bowl.&lt;br /&gt;There is no mark on either of their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;bodies and they were not poisoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;How did they die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there are no hidden tricks or anything. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;just use your brain and read it carefully. the hint is actually already there.  :)&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i couldn't figure it out myself until the lecturer provided the answer. and after that i was slapping my forehead going, "aiyo!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't post the answer up too soon yet because there are other students who are taking CTS, but of a different group who haven't had their first lecture yet, and my lecturer told us all not to leak out the answers to the other groups. and who knows, they might stumble upon this blog anytime this week, and i don't wanna spoil this for them.   :D&lt;br /&gt;earliest date when i'll post the answer would probably be sometime next wednesday i think, or if you diehards don't wanna give up, i can extend it some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; is welcome to try. provided that you, of course, fulfill the conditions i've set and typed in red above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riddle no. 2 can be found at &lt;a href="http://karenlim.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Ground Zero blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115684039784341331?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115684039784341331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115684039784341331&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115684039784341331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115684039784341331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/riddle-oh-boy-oh-boy-oh-boy.html' title='riddle. (oh boy oh boy oh boy!)'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115666033504047649</id><published>2006-08-27T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:35:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paris" sounds very Petaling Street.</title><content type='html'>If you look at my forehead closely, there's a label that says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MANUFACTURED-POP SLAVE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to everyone, the idea of Paris Hilton singing is like, Nicole Richie eating one FULL 3 course meal, or how Tuan Haji is like, the best principal ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit this, but I'm kinda addicted to "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stars Are Blind&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, throw all your rotten tomatoes and eggs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it if they play the song EVERY MORNING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, her voice in the song, doesn't even sound like herself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I kinda downloaded her album, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/1600/848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/320/848.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song in the album, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Turn It Up&lt;/span&gt;", is so Paris Hilton. It starts something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ugh. Yea. Thats hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is pretty catchy actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Turn It Up&lt;/span&gt;", another song I find &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;passable&lt;/span&gt; is "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Screwed&lt;/span&gt;". Nice title too btw. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing In This World&lt;/span&gt;" is like your everyday bubble gum pop. I can actually imagine Lindsay Lohan/Ashlee Simpson/Hilary Duff all taking their turns to sing this song. Catchy, but gets on your nerve when played constantly. I'm not suprised if this is the next single they're gonna air on radio.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos, there's the overplayed "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stars Are Blind&lt;/span&gt;", which video is like a 4 minute soft porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna listen to the album, kindly skip the following tracks: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;" - Lame lyrics, lame tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do Ya Think I'm Sexy&lt;/span&gt;" - 60s disco groove gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not Leaving Without You&lt;/span&gt;" - a VERY pop version of Madonna's songs in "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Confession&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Turn You On&lt;/span&gt;" - it ironically, turns you OFF. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beh tahan&lt;/span&gt; the barbie girl voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, listen to this album ONLY when you're in a good mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, Paris Hilton actually said, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Music/08/21/people.parishilton.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I, like, cry, when I listen to it, it's so good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, feel like crying when I hear her album. Only that I'm crying for a whole different reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho, whose ears are bleeding now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115666033504047649?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115666033504047649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115666033504047649&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115666033504047649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115666033504047649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/paris-sounds-very-petaling-street.html' title='&quot;Paris&quot; sounds very Petaling Street.'/><author><name>jho</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115607661630945599</id><published>2006-08-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:23:36.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Mood: Lil tired, kinda falling sick&lt;br /&gt;Should be: sleeping(will be, after this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i've posted anything, gotta get used to it again hehe. Btw, did Bill Gates actually PRAISE the Mac?! And, to u Mac users, i still prefer PC coz it's more user friendly and doesnt do all the things that guy said so Xp to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've been watching this documentary about savants, and parts of the brain n such. Me being me, i've always wondered why we're here. What's like the purpose of life n all, if all we end up doing is dying? Biologically, all we're here to do is have sex and reproduce, right? Depressing thought, but there it is. People who never have children have ultimately, failed at life. Anyhow, the documentary puts forward a theory that the abstract concept of "Love" and "Hate" is stimulated by chemicals in our cerebral cortex and hypothalamus. What if, the concept of "Love" is biologically inserted into our subconcious, by way of genetics, just to enable the survivability of the human race, "Love"'s only purpose being only to ensure that the males take care of their spouses and offspring, n not just run away? I believe that there's truth to this, but the idealist in me would like to hang on to the belief that in a way, it's not just instinct that makes us love, but a special connection between 2 distinctly different individuals, and that the creation of life, from a totally minute chance, is a miracle in itself. I dunno, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here's something that karen might take offense to..again. Well, savants are basically geniuses, with autistic disabilities. There are suggestions that Einstein was a savant, as well as Mozart, Edison and heaps of other geniuses of our time. It's like an amplified ability of the brain, only, it takes away something else, which is the ability to act and think normally. However, funnily enough, this condition occurs almost entirely in men only.  One scientist even suggested that, without men, we would still be in the stone age, hunting animals and gathering food. Without men, he says, we wouldnt have discovered the wheel, and light, and everything else.  And honestly, if u think about it, all the ppl we hail as geniuses have been men. I dont distinctly remember women making many/if any, significant discoveries that we couldnt live without. Now, i might be a lil gender biased here, but if u think about it, are men blessed with this ability for a reason? I think it might be that they would make better use of it than women would, in many ways and for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a couple of thoughts that were juggling around in my mind today, just thought i'd share it n see what u think eh? If u think i'm wrong, i'm open to debate. Somehow i feel that this post is kinda controversial in a way as well hehe. Night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115607661630945599?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115607661630945599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115607661630945599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115607661630945599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115607661630945599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115599995417586168</id><published>2006-08-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:06:46.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC versus Mac.</title><content type='html'>watch this, this is funny man. also might take a while to load, but worth it all the same. one of the funniest. a true classic, haha. a man's rant about how sucky mac computers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite lines from this are:&lt;br /&gt;1.     "i like the handle here, that's so you can attach a chain and use it as a boat anchor!"&lt;br /&gt;2.     "the mac is practising some kind of bizarre psychological warfare against me because i'm working late at night and at the corner of my eye i keep seeing this thing, jumping up and down. the update manager is bouncing at the bottom of the screen like a jack russell fucking terrier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEAGmBRC1dc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEAGmBRC1dc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this video was made in response to the first one. by mac. in fact, there are quite a few videos made by mac to counter the one made by PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZSr89b4EoA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZSr89b4EoA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the links to the other ones. there are quite a few:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6RxyIwjpd0" target="_blank"&gt;New Apple Commercial - Wall Street Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dme81JEnoqw" target="_blank"&gt;New Apple Commercial - Viruses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SI4UCBTm4Ck" target="_blank"&gt;New Apple Commercial - Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQv_D4BfAyg" target="_blank"&gt;New Apple Commercial - Better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nwFPwIKkMk" target="_blank"&gt;New Apple Commercial - iLife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a little something that bill gates might have regret saying. well, there lots of different opinions nowadays about which is better - PC or Mac? of course, 90% of the world is using PC, but that doesn't mean they're better, right?  and both founders have their pride. this video is old, and bill gates might have been humble back then, but now, competition is stiff, and this video might affect sales in some way.. (?) who knows? the world doesn't forget easily.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYjRqeGZmPE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYjRqeGZmPE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115599995417586168?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115599995417586168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115599995417586168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115599995417586168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115599995417586168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/pc-versus-mac.html' title='PC versus Mac.'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115598464076438778</id><published>2006-08-19T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:51:04.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how embarassing.</title><content type='html'>here's a video. wouldn't you be embarassed if you were in their shoes? some might say no, some might say yes. it depends on how you see it. a chance to be more famous? or just some stupid thing you did in a private karaoke box out of fun that you really regret. especially when it gets out on national TV for all to see.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a while to load though. at least, for me, it did. hope your connection's faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E72tqSahjGU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E72tqSahjGU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115598464076438778?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115598464076438778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115598464076438778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115598464076438778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115598464076438778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-embarassing.html' title='how embarassing.'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115582093697494957</id><published>2006-08-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:23:05.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope you get it.  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;a joke for today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an 80 year old virgin who suddenly gets an itch in her crotch area. She goes to the doctor who checks her out and tells her she has crabs. She explained that she couldn't have crabs because she was a virgin, but the doctor didn't believe her, so she went to get a second opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second doctor gave her the same answer. So she went to a third doctor and said "Please help me. This itch is killing me and I know that I don't have crabs because I'm a virgin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checks her out and says "I have good news and bad news. The good news is you don't have crabs, the bad news is that your cherry rotted and you have fruit flies."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115582093697494957?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115582093697494957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115582093697494957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115582093697494957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115582093697494957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/hope-you-get-it.html' title='hope you get it.  :)'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115453974713810990</id><published>2006-08-03T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:43:06.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a coincidence</title><content type='html'>haha call me slow or whatever you want, but i just noticed that the name "3 mouseketeers", by sheer coincidence, is somehow a combination of "the 3 blind mice" and "the 3 musketeers"..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you all (or maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;)  know how joshua (teng), aaron (hee), thebban and the others called me, jeremy and eric the 3 musketeers back in school. to which i sarcastically replied, "no no, we're the three blind mice!"&lt;br /&gt;AND to which, they retaliated by singing a retarded version of the children's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three blind mice, three blind mice...&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;(joshua: erm what arr?)&lt;br /&gt;*and he and aaron finally came up with this:*&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a chair, sitting on a chair....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, the syllables and all that crap match the rhythm of the song. grammatically speaking, i'd have to say they're retarded. how can three of us be sitting on one chair? we can't exactly pile ourselves on top of each other now can we? we are not exactly GARDENIA bread, now are we? and we were not exactly 1 kg each, now were we? haha. sorry, let me pick up my marbles first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, was just highlighting how coincidental this all was, when i chose the name "the 3 mouseketeers". i initially wanted to put "the 3 musketeers". but i felt that it was a tad too valiant for us. since the highest level of achievement would only be our SPM.  =__="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it's been fated! it's written all over the stars! check your horoscope, i bet it's written there, "you'll find a lovely surprise that only goes to show how things add up in life to work out for the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.   O_o  i take back my words. it's lucky i didn't name my stakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, so anyway, am just slightly high right now and i'm off to wash my hair! at 1.30 in the morning. fancy that.&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115453974713810990?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115453974713810990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115453974713810990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115453974713810990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115453974713810990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-coincidence.html' title='what a coincidence'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115453161565428791</id><published>2006-08-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:29:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I strangle you?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my chem teacher told us we'll be having our chem test on Wednesday, which is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, the topic we're doing, AS Organics, is a F-ing long chapter, so we &lt;strike&gt;demanded&lt;/strike&gt; asked if he could postpone it to Friday, giving us at least 3 more days to prepare for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NO, he said, "I want the test to be done on Wednesday. Thats it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we studied like crap on Tuesday night; memorizing all the bloody reagents and conditions for each bloody reaction, and its F-ing annoying mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes Wednesday. Minutes before Chem, we were STILL memorizing those equations. And then my chem teacher came in, with his lecture notes AND ONLY HIS LECTURE NOTES, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so good to see you guys studying quietly for the test. &lt;em&gt;*flashes evil smile*&lt;/em&gt; Your test is postponed to Friday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a picture says a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/1600/explosion.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2801/2799/320/explosion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this picture perfectly captures what I wanna say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115453161565428791?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115453161565428791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115453161565428791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115453161565428791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115453161565428791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/may-i-strangle-you.html' title='May I strangle you?'/><author><name>jho</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115450998276253913</id><published>2006-08-02T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:42:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peekaboo.</title><content type='html'>aha okay fine, i'll post something.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how i had this temporary craze for blogging, and that was while my exams were drawing near. and now, when i'm on holiday, i suddenly became damn lazy, even though i had lots of free time. the ony reasoning i could come up with was that blogging was just an excuse to put off studying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, what's new with me is that i've watched a movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snatch&lt;/span&gt;. fear not, i ain't gonna write a synopsis about it to bore you all. but if you were hoping for one, HAHA! too bad. there's something called http://www.imdb.com you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, here's a short list of my holiday resolution(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   start saving money. properly saving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    buy nice clothes for myself. not those baggy or ill-fitting ones that make my mom nag me for buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    start exercising. contrary to popular belief, i AM getting fattER okay? believe or not, that's your problem. and it's MY body. MINE, i tell you! so i get to do what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; want with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    lose the tummy and hopefully, along with it, lose 2 kgs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    do a body perm on my hair. for you noobies who don't understand what that is, it's basically just doing a slight perm to the ends of my hair. y'know, to make it a bit wavy. too straight hair is starting to get a lil boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    get coloured contact lenses! (i want hazel eyes!)  *this is a desire, not a necessity.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   to actually study for and worry about my LAN classes. oh, and of course, pay attention DURING my LAN lectures also.  =P   doesn't help much that i always sit with shane during moral ed, but hey, he is one of the very few people i know in that grouping, if not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; one. and he's nice! much much much nicer than i thought. since i was pretty intimidated by him (and the rest of the gang) back when we were in school. oh, and so's armand. we just saw him the other day haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, thats pretty much it. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115450998276253913?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115450998276253913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115450998276253913&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115450998276253913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115450998276253913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/peekaboo.html' title='peekaboo.'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115448838356461473</id><published>2006-08-02T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:17:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I messed up..</title><content type='html'>Mood: Down..and almost KO-ed&lt;br /&gt;Should be: Studying or sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Instead: Moping around about how i screwed up..&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Unfaithful..Rihanna(love the music, hate the words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, we had a 2nd shot at calc internal today. I got merit the first time round coz of MF***ing careless mistakes, and so i was hoping to be able to be more careful this time around, and hopefully get an excellence, but guess what? I screwed up. I confess, i was banking on getting 2/3 of the excellence questions only, since that's what gives u excellence, and 3D trig isnt my strong point, plus there's stuff on it i havent learnt so i couldnt be bothered. Guess hard work isnt my strong suit either. Anyways, yeah, i managed to do ALL the questions EXCEPT the LAST freaking excellence question. I just blanked, and couldnt see how to do it. I spent like 1/2 of the test time trying to do it, but i couldnt come up with an answer, and now i'm so pissed i wasnt more careful on the first test, which was somehow easier, at least for the trig equations questions. F***!!!!!! So yeah, now..down in the dumps. I wasted my own 4 credits with a merit instead of an excellence i coulda/shoulda gotten. Goes to show u how i hate this bloody exam system. If there were marks for working, i filled 2 pages of paper with it, but in the end, i dont see how i could prove what they were freaking asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, sorry bout the ranting, i just had to let it out somewhere. How ya guys been eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I havent gotten that freaking book, who takes so long to read Phantom of the Opera?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115448838356461473?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115448838356461473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115448838356461473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115448838356461473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115448838356461473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-messed-up.html' title='I messed up..'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115413155896576413</id><published>2006-07-29T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:05:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally uploaded..</title><content type='html'>Finally, i've managed to defeat my laziness and upload the pics i took from hari anugerah onto photobucket. Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k161/hwaia3/Hari%20Anugerah%2006/"&gt;http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k161/hwaia3/Hari%20Anugerah%2006/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115413155896576413?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115413155896576413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115413155896576413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115413155896576413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115413155896576413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-uploaded.html' title='Finally uploaded..'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115408998901054933</id><published>2006-07-28T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:33:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and sleepy~</title><content type='html'>Mood: Drowsy and slightly more than a lil drained&lt;br /&gt;Should be: Getting some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Instead: plan to stay up a lil more to get started on WoT book 12&lt;br /&gt;Song in my head: "Breaking Free" from High School Musical(yeah yeah, call me wtv, the girl's hot, and the songs were pretty good as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since no one is posting, i will continue. It was multicultural day at school today, so we all got to dress up again. Me? I put on 2 layers of t-shirts, and my Dragon motif chinese shirt(you've all seen it i think, wore it for last year's cny celebration thing in school), and spiked my hair(oh yeah, shoulda seen it, looked better than hari anugerah wei). So yeah, there were all kindsa weird costumes on display. For one, these 2 malaysian friends of mine, despite it being soo freakin cold in the morning(like, ur breath mists when u breath hard-definitely colder than genting/frasers/cameron), they wore a sarong, and those apek singlets , carrying something like a cangkul with them. Just looking at them, i couldnt help but feel cold as well. Well, there were girls running around in kimonos, cheongsams n stuff. This jap girl in my class actually wore her jap school uniform to school, and this chinese friend of mine snickered.."just like in the porn movies", n yeah, u gotta admit, the uniform is really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wise, bio's beginning to gt really interesting, like we're learning bout biotech, and genetic engineering n all the processes involved. I mean, it must be so cool to be able to splice, replicate and modify genes to ur liking, with just a couple of enzymes and solutions, and time. Calc, we're still on integration, something not too hard really, since i already had the basics. English, we're watching this Ian McKellen movie akin to richard III, and having to do our research in our own time at home. So, i've read Evil Genius, by Catherine Jinks, but i'll have to keep it for a bit, in order for me to have a better look at it. Finally finished dlding "A Beautiful Mind" and now debating whether to dld Phantom, or just read the complete unabridged version of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as impied by title, i am super tired and struggling to keep my eyes open, so i'll cya guys soon..ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115408998901054933?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115408998901054933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115408998901054933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115408998901054933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115408998901054933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired-and-sleepy.html' title='Tired and sleepy~'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115392508193421306</id><published>2006-07-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:19:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;i slept at about 3 am until 4.30 am, went downstairs for a snack and went back upstairs to my room again to sleep, all the way until 5pm.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice feeling, not having to worry about anything at the moment. but of course, like every other good thing, it won't last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wan lar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm really damn pissed off at my mom. my college friend dickson asked me to go along with him and 4 other friends from his group (stanley, stan's gf huey ying, dominic and another guy) for an overnight trip to genting highlands. they only need another girl to go, or else huey ying won't be able to go as well, cos' her mom's pretty strict.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i told my mom just now about the trip and i had to repeat some info, like, a few times. it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; aggravating!&lt;br /&gt;and she made it seem like such a chore to give me her permission. right now, she hasn't really given an answer yet, and i'm so damn fucking pissed!&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i'm asking her to give me a million bucks, nor am i asking her to drive me all the way up to genting highlands.&lt;br /&gt;all i'm asking for is a fucking holiday after all that exam stress! just to get away from the hubbub of KL and all this haze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go out for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yam-cha&lt;/span&gt; sessions with keong and jiunn and fai/eric, also she make it quite a big deal. i can't seem to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; go anywhere, if it weren't for me standing up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to drive. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; can't wait. and she can't blame me if i ever stay away from home more often than i should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115392508193421306?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115392508193421306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115392508193421306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115392508193421306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115392508193421306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115379940519921980</id><published>2006-07-25T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:50:05.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR, i am back!</title><content type='html'>Mood: half in n half outta the zone..&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be doing: Bio scholarship practice essay..&lt;br /&gt;Actually doing: Blogging this&lt;br /&gt;Song of today: Safest place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaps and heapsa work to do this term! AHHHHH..!! Well, i'm kinda pleased with myself today, coz i've finally managed to write bout half a page of my bio schol paper b4 resorting to blogging to wash away my sins of studying(well, it WAS sposed to be written over the hols and is due on thursday). So, i've decided on a topic for my english research as well, which i'm pretty pleased about. It's researching about "Genius"..haha. Yeah, stuff i had in mind to analyse and study were "A Beautiful Mind" , "Phantom of the Opera", Mozart, maybe Einstein and a good ol'fashioned sci fi-ish teen book called "Evil Genius" by Sue Jinks. Too bad la, here got no DVD sellers in pasar malams and shit, or this internal would be *snaps finger* too easy. Now, poor old me has to search mininova n stuff for torrents to d/l "A Beautiful Mind" and maybe "Phantom of the Opera"(hehe..Eric, the genius!). If u guys have suggestions, feel free eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i know i've been posting quite a bit here, almost like a virus eh? Injects DNA into a bacteria and then REPLICATES! and MULTIPLIES! So, if u think i should clear off and get my own blog, by all means, tell me so XD. Oh, and i have a dead blog on blogspot, with just 1 piece of attempted poem/song writing, and half a story i'm thinking of posting on there as well, so do u reckon i could get a link from here to there, just so u guys can tell me what u think eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, nothing much has been going on at home. Grandparents are here for a bit, so the house is a lil more crowded lately, had to que to use toilets n stuff(coz there are like 2 toilets in the house, and 3 rooms). Small place, cant afford a bigger one, unless one of u would like to sponsor me eh? Falling back into my routine of "School, tv, computer, sleep, school" again. Seen some cun girls, but have no guts to talk to them, since in my school, lotsa ppl know lotsa ppl but like a few ppl know me, and i know few ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as not to end this on a stupidly negative tone since i am in kinda a positive mood today( somehow, i dunno why, but i think it's got lots to do with getting 8 hours of sleep yesterday), i guess i will make a random comment about how my sister thinks karen is aneroxic(bleh i could never spell that word). What i think about that? IT'S SO ****ing TRUE! Ya look ok karen, dont try to lose anymore weight or u'll end up like *thinks of a cruel example to refer to*..someone..whom i wont say right here. *cough*Mary Kate*cough*(or was it Ashley who was aneroxic?I cant remember..they both ugleh now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisawt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115379940519921980?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115379940519921980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115379940519921980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115379940519921980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115379940519921980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/rawr-i-am-back.html' title='RAWR, i am back!'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115371992503960924</id><published>2006-07-24T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:45:25.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ish pissed off..</title><content type='html'>Farking internet in NZ is SOOOOO crap, it's worse than streamyx. Honestly, it's like so bloody unstable, although it's fast. Sure, 100mbps sounds like a nice thing, but once u get down to it, the d/c rate is so high it'd shame the ppl who are working so hard in Malaysia to sabotage our broadband and internet access(in case u dont catch my drift, i mean those bloody telekom workers who get paid to do no shit, and still manage to screw that up). Ok, i admit, i'm using a wireless, but the internet at the access point is so shit i cant even listen to online radio w/o having to use a "dial-up friendly" version. Anyways, i ish sorry i am ranting like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lotsa internals n like assignments are coming up for me. I've got a bio essay(which i'm really just too lazy to get on to it and actually finish. Come to think of it, i'm not sure i know when it's due oO), a media project(this is actually pretty cool, i get a minimum of 4 pages to write a magazine article, and make it look pro n stuff, for like 8 credits..which is quite a bit considering i have a maximum possible 108 credits to earn this year), an english internal(which, i might need some help with actually from those of you who read a lot *looks at karen*), and a calculus re-sit next wednesday as well(NO, i didnt fail, i just got a merit, which is like a B i guess, in that it's the 2nd best grade, so i get a chance to go try for an excellence, DAMN my bloody carelessness. Now i've gotta wake up earlier next wednesday coz the test is like b4 school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today was aight i guess. Apart from finding out i have tons of work this term, i reckon it was kinda a normal school day, just that i randomly found out one of my teachers was pregnant(4 months..and we all didnt notice it!), oh and she's not married. I guess it's just one of those things that happens eh?  Oh, and yeah, i dunno if i told anyone, but my sis has this friend, who kinda looks like Lynda, cept maybe thinner(haha..it's TRUE! she's thinner than lynda has ever been), a lil different mouth(not so big la means), and maybe a lil prettier?(considering someone's going out with her). I'll post the pic, u tell me if it they look alike eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/9675/1001732kn4.jpg"&gt;http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/9675/1001732kn4.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'm gonna be completely random now, and list the things i already miss, having only been back for less than a week. I miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mamak food-Cheap, taste good, fast, and HOT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheap smses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends who actually feel like going out on weekends(that means you guys!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hot weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the laughs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good,stable internet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, i showed some of the hari anugerah pics to my friends, online and school friends that is. I only showed them via MSN dp, and they're good ppl, so dw bout ur pics being abused(tho i really doubt anyone would even WANT the abused pics coz i would be in it). Anyhow, they seem to think that our school/class/year girls are pretty hawt. I'm like oO..and just stoned..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, me n this guy from chempaka were talking bout private school life in malaysia, and u know how ppl call us spoilt rich kids sometimes? It's like, holy shit, if we're spoilt rich kids, chempaka students are like rotten(referring to the metaphorical fruit..) til black, with ants crawling all over it, and not just rich, but flithy rich! I mean, maybe i'm just a lil anti-social, but i never knew til now that they have bodyguards waiting outside the school, and maids who follow the kids around.."wiping their sweat" during PE. It's like wtf..=.=. Oh, but apparently, their school sporting facilities suck worse than ours. I heard that their field is like our top field-the one 100% FULL of lalang, holes and rocks, and they only have 1 field, so..pity them la, no basketball court either, coz their rim spoiled, prolly like ours too haha.&lt;/p&gt;So apparently i've run outta things to say, just kinda posting for the heck of it XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Btw, while i typed all this out, my internet d/ced me like 10 times..*mumbles and curses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115371992503960924?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115371992503960924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115371992503960924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115371992503960924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115371992503960924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-ish-pissed-off.html' title='I ish pissed off..'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115357526535621360</id><published>2006-07-22T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:34:29.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.n.t.e.r.e.s.t.i.n.g.</title><content type='html'>today has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; been an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting &lt;/span&gt;day. had exams today, and i had to go all the way to college just for that. as if that wasn't bad enough, my dad just left for kota kinabalu this morning to go on a climbing expedition at Mt. K. and no, that's not the end of it. today was my brother's convocation ceremony. that's graduation ceremony for you noobies. haha. my dad wanted to go, but he already booked the airasia ticket before he found out that my brother's convocation was on that day also. so cannot cancel adi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar.&lt;/span&gt; or else still have to pay money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at about 7am and "woke" my college friend from another group by miss calling. the night before he asked me to wake him up and gave me his number summore. when i miss called, i was so surprised at how fast he answered the call. a little too fast for a supposedly sleeping person. i quickly disconnect the call. but, damn, a bit of credit wasted adi. then immediately on MSN, he PM-ed me, "wei, you really call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;i said, ".............. of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. you asked me to miss call you. gave me your number summore. so i thought serious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ZHA DOU lar..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;haih. got tricked early in the morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. i was at main block at college later at about 8am. i met up with my friends patric and hao at ali maju (mamak). we sat outside in the open air, those tables with the umbrella &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;. at one point, we were just all quiet and staring into space. then suddenly, the umbrella came dropping down. as in slide down. luckily i was slouching, or else i also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; knocked-out. all 3 of us were like  O_O. frozen there. then i became  =_=. the mamak fella came over and said something like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sori bos!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;hao told him, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagi-pagi dah macam ni. nanti saya masih ada &lt;/span&gt;exam&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tau.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;luckily we didn't die &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we had our english test from 9.30am to 12pm. the essay was pretty confusing, and i only left the exam hall at about 11.10am. i found the place at the UOA building that jeremy told me about. some auntie selling all those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chak-fan&lt;/span&gt; and all sorts of stuff. so anyway, at about 1pm i was already at the library, trying to make everything that i've studied stay in my brain instead of falling right out. the sky got darker and darker, then the wind started blowing a little. wind stopped after a while, then it started raining. not long after that, wind started again, and rain got heavier and heavier. some of the people in the library noticed and commented on the weather a little. especially those sitting by the window. in case you didn't know, the windows are from the floor to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? i just ignored &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar.&lt;/span&gt; i was shit scared of the next exam without having to worry about the weather adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the weather got worse. the trees were really swaying crazily now. and the rain was practically travelling horizontally. quite a lot of us went to the window to take a look. then all of a sudden, the wind increased a few notches, just when we thought it was at its strongest. i tell you man, it was damn freaking scary for me. it kinda reminded me of the tsunami, cos at one of the windows, it really looked like a wave was hitting against the window. usually even if it's raining heavily, one would still be able to see out the window rite?&lt;br /&gt;but this one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;, the whole window blurred up. all we could see was water, hitting against the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing that much water, i just had to go pee. haha. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;when i got back from the loo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo liao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, patric sms-ed me (which i only received about 2 hours later. stupid reception.) asking me to go downstairs. he later told me that it was because he wanted me to see the damage the trees had done to some of the cars that had parked at the open air carpark. the carpark had an open air section and a sheltered one. i dunno &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;, but he told me that the branches from trees just kept falling and falling and it hit a lot of cars. a kancil ended up with a damaged roof. by damaged, he told me, he meant that there was a hole/tear in the roof. fancy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friend huey ying, who was actually with me at the library at that time, told me that when she was just outside of the library, where the elevators were, she looked out the window and saw that a vending machine had toppled over. bottled drinks were everywhere. she saw people grabbing as many drinks as they could and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cabut lari&lt;/span&gt;. one of the people, i later found out, was my friend fahmy, who apparently grabbed so many that his knapsack was full and bulky. i only found out about that after the exam, when he had already left, cos he left the hall early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pundek&lt;/span&gt;, when i see that fella on monday, i'm gonna demand for my share also.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. besides that, there was quite a mess at the housing area also. the trees &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. they go and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanam banyak-banyak&lt;/span&gt;, then when heavy rain and heavy wind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;habis lar&lt;/span&gt; all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kereta&lt;/span&gt;. when we were leaving KPD for the main block in pat's vios (which got a summon for illegal parking just now) we saw 2 fire engines, and another at the main road, cutting off branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;, what a day. dad chose Mt. K over my brother's convocation. :P&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go but had exams instead.&lt;br /&gt;stupid umbrella incident at mamak.&lt;br /&gt;heavy rain, strong wind.&lt;br /&gt;pat's car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena saman&lt;/span&gt;. *i told you so pat! don't park there! see, see? don't wanna listen to me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. and wei hao also. go encourage him summore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar.&lt;/span&gt; you go pay the parking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saman&lt;/span&gt; lar! haha.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115357526535621360?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115357526535621360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115357526535621360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115357526535621360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115357526535621360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/interesting.html' title='i.n.t.e.r.e.s.t.i.n.g.'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115350353294827147</id><published>2006-07-22T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:58:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On Jho's Bad Day Playlist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jho's virgin post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/insert paiseh emoticon/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*first and foremost, thank you to karen + jeremy + weng fai for allowing me to &lt;strike&gt;spam&lt;/strike&gt; contribute to the blog =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A FREAKING BAD DAY TODAY =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I just wasn't myself. Quiet and mellowed-down. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had my Psychology class test today, which contributes 30% to my Semester 2 results. And I didn't know how to do the last question. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you say, &lt;em&gt;"You don't know the last question only what"&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are ONLY 2 questions in the paper. And the one I didn't know had to carry like, 22 marks over 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats like 73.3333333333% lor, can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well, let me introduce my playlist that never fails to cheer me up. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hand In My Pocket - Alanis Morissette&lt;/strong&gt; (learn to spell her name ppl! it's double S double T) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm broke but I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor but I'm kind&lt;br /&gt;I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm high but I'm grounded&lt;br /&gt;I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving a high five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more can I say? In fact, the WHOLE lyrics is something like this, very self-motivating. I like. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Day - Daniel Powter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is probably EVERYONE's theme song when they're down. Need I say more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save Me - Jem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've gotta stop my mind&lt;br /&gt;Working overtime&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;It will not let me live&lt;br /&gt;Always so negative&lt;br /&gt;It's become my enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I *love* Jem! Her voice is AMAZING. Plus, it helps when her music is not the typical bubble-gum pop. Ohh, and the chorus is SO catchy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Save me ah ah save me ah ah&lt;br /&gt;save me ah wooh&lt;br /&gt;Save me ah ah save me ah ah&lt;br /&gt;save me ah wooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again and Again - Jewel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listen dear&lt;br /&gt;I need you to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot disappear&lt;br /&gt;I've tried again and again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's her voice that gets me back in mood. Clean and sweet-sounding. Super easy to the ear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching My Soul - Vonda Shepard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been searchin' my soul tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know there's so much more to life&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I can shine a light&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ally McBeal's theme song. Makes you feel 100x better, guranteed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home - Michael Buble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let go me home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The #1 song I hear my inner self singing on days I gotta stay back in college. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch - Meredith Brooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing it with me! &lt;strike&gt;I'm&lt;/strike&gt; You're a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lift - Shannon Noll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've got to lift yourself up above all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give in&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your tears and remember your better than this&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that they took their best shot and they missed&lt;br /&gt;Come on and lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I *heart* this song a lot. And "Shine". Both are sooo good, really. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking Underage - Teddy Geiger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forgive me mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;If the music makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can prepare us for the day&lt;br /&gt;When little boys grow old&lt;br /&gt;And don't do as they're told&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of thinking underage&lt;br /&gt;Tired of thinking underage&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking underage anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This song is for all boys who had hit their puberty. You can SO relate to the lyrics, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheated Hearts - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I'm&lt;br /&gt;Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;br /&gt;And she's&lt;br /&gt;Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;br /&gt;And he's&lt;br /&gt;Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;br /&gt;And we're&lt;br /&gt;Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, how self-motivating can "taka-taka-taka-taka-taking it off" get? It's the cute lyrics I like! I LOVE this song, the first time I heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, this is pretty long for a virgin post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better get going, before Karen kicks me for spamming her blog, AND then kick herself for inviting me to spam her blog. Ahehe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to you people who are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho, virgin post from a not-so-virgin blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115350353294827147?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115350353294827147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115350353294827147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115350353294827147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115350353294827147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-on-jhos-bad-day-playlist_22.html' title='What&apos;s On Jho&apos;s Bad Day Playlist?'/><author><name>jho</name><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-31214481.post-115348973621404717</id><published>2006-07-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:48:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intruder alert!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, foremost to intrude into the 3some would be me! In case any of you didnt already guess, it's Ian here. It's like 2am in nz, and freezing cold. my fingers are numb, but staying on just keeps me awake.  Anyhow, i just dropped in to introduce myself, say hi..and record my first post =p. Least now if i dont update blogs regularly, u guys will be updating(right..?*nudge nudge*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115348973621404717?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115348973621404717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115348973621404717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115348973621404717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115348973621404717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/intruder-alert.html' title='Intruder alert!'/><author><name>ia3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02704170218261752595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9713/dsc00230wc7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115342008697829939</id><published>2006-07-21T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:32:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people, people, people.</title><content type='html'>i've changed the title of the blog a little bit, yea.&lt;br /&gt;and the blog caption also.&lt;br /&gt;i've also sent out invites to like about 10+ people, all of them F5, class of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you guys are not sure about wanting to be a contributor or not, and if you're reading this, just to let you know, you don't need to be active contributors. this blog was mainly for me, jeremy and w.fai, but then upon further consideration, i realised that this could be a way for us all to sort of stay in touch.... (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just post stuff about your daily life, anything interesting, even seemingly boring stuff are welcome! this is also a great place to post your bulletins or announcements. since everyone is spamming on friendster's bulletin board right?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to post in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt; english also can. you want to type in chinese also can. but must provide a translated version &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to type to sound like a refined english queen also can. anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[w.fai has yet to approve his pending invitation to be a contributor as well. i wonder if he even checked his e-mail. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;. that boy aa.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lai lai&lt;/span&gt;, join us, join us! the more the merrier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115342008697829939?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115342008697829939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115342008697829939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115342008697829939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115342008697829939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-people-people.html' title='people, people, people.'/><author><name>-karen-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764759323577973319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115340232380040016</id><published>2006-07-20T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:32:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interlude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A mom dad and baby tomato are walking down the street and the baby starts to lag behind so the dad goes back and smashes the baby and says "ketchup".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115340232380040016?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2500/1109/320/Photo-0084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115334068070888137</id><published>2006-07-20T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:24:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese police vs. darth vader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hP3L7s4FaDg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hP3L7s4FaDg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/31214481-115334068070888137?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115334068070888137/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/DSC01318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115333874831699020</id><published>2006-07-20T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:00:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart trinkets (a lot.)</title><content type='html'>look what i treated myself to today! my absolute favourites. dunno why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;, and not sure what's wrong with me nowadays. i'm starting to get obsessed with all these stuff already. clothes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;, necklaces &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;, bracelets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; and earrings too. must be the female hormones again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. confirmed already, they're the culprits. one thing about me that you'll get to know. i love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love trinkets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/karenlim89/blogger/fc.jpg" height="420" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice trinkets, no?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;haih, what a tiring day this has been. did some studying at the library (which is so bloody far away). had to take the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lauya&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lau-chapet&lt;/span&gt; HELP bus, which is actually the yellow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bas sekolah&lt;/span&gt; (except for one air conditioned one, and it's redtoo!). i was lucky &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, when headed for the library i got the air-conditioned one. but when coming back got stuck with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bas sekolah&lt;/span&gt; one. *haih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summore i wear halter top. when i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngam ngam&lt;/span&gt; sampai HELP i didn't put on my sweater. i don't know whether it's just my imagination or what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;, but people glancing here and there at me. i sure hope they don't label me as a slut or whore or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang yang tak bermoral&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming soon! they mark the end of my life. and also the beginning of my holidays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115333874831699020?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115333874831699020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31214481.post-115324812010299422</id><published>2006-07-19T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:27:03.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you 'shebby'?</title><content type='html'>haha...~!&lt;br /&gt;i saw shebby singh today at the starbucks outside my college. i went in and kinda surveyed the room and noticed shebby in one corner. i thought i saw wrongly tim. i look again, and this time, he looked back up at me. not to say he was fierce lar, but i suppose his mood was just  :/  at that time, so when he looked up, he wasn't smiling, nor was he annoyed or anything. but his face kinda said, "i'm here at starbucks for privacy. keep away."&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i messaged patric about it. and he asked me whether i was still at starbucks.  replied, "yeap." and wondered what he was up to. in record time, he made his way from the DSA (department OF student affairs) to starbucks. i was facing the direction that shebby singh was facing, so for me to look at him, i'd have to turn around. patric came in and sat opposite me, facing shebby singh. and he was just staring and staring and staring at shebby. i said, "wei, are you just going to sit here the whole time staring at shebby?"&lt;br /&gt;he nodded.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "huh."  =_____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later, as we were leaving starbucks, which was a long, long time after shebby himself left, he told me, "i don't know why lar, but know that i've seen shebby already, i just feel so happy."&lt;br /&gt;i laughed, but later, when i related that to huey ying in the DSA, she said, "dammit. that's so damn gay man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. so, that's pretty much it for today. will keep you posted if any other interesting stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. welcoming new admin member jeremy. mouseketeer no. 2. but like he told me on monday at college, he most probably won't be posting a lot. so that means i'm still the tauke here.  =P&lt;br /&gt;all three administrators for this blog would be me, jeremy, eric/w.fai.&lt;br /&gt;i may invite more members, definitely bestarians, to be part contributors to this blog. maybe lar. if this thing does take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31214481-115324812010299422?l=3mouseketeers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3mouseketeers.blogspot.com/feeds/115324812010299422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31214481&amp;postID=115324812010299422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31214481/posts/default/115324812010299422'/><link 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