<?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-17723108</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:34:02.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bleefied</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723108.post-116731064614755654</id><published>2006-12-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:57:26.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved to LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexymosity.livejournal.com"&gt;http://sexymosity.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&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/17723108-116731064614755654?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116731064614755654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116731064614755654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116731064614755654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116731064614755654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-all-ive-moved-to-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116618953238350170</id><published>2006-12-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:32:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah life sucks when it does.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i have people who care though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116618953238350170?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116618953238350170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116618953238350170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116618953238350170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116618953238350170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-decided-to-stop-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116610275512967535</id><published>2006-12-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:26:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rahh. Since there's something wrong with the bar where all the shannanigans are, I can't do fance fonts. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a special wish to that special friend of mine, Noorhuda Amalina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY BABE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the happiness and love, and hoping our friendship will last forever and ever wheeeee.. love you muchos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala, so today has been a traumatic, fun, enjoyable day with loads of funny, scary stuff that happened. I did math at school, coincidently met up with fir at the bustop, later handed out flyers for about an hour or so at bedok to potential jammers and mats, took a train ride to admiralty and something happened along the way (lets just say i was a hero to a victim, and the victim being me!), met up with fiq and suff and akmal to get flowers, and later with fauzi, hud and halim along the way.. haha. We messed up the place, hehe sorry hud! watched 50 first dates and then they Xboxed till maghrib. Hahaha. Twas a lovely day, and it rained too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm pretty tired and I only ate one meal today! So I'm kindaaa hungry. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make an advertorial here, but I don't have the flyer with me, it's in my bag. And I'm too lazy to dig for it. So maybe I'll do it later? hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116610275512967535?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116610275512967535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116610275512967535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116610275512967535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116610275512967535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/rahh.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116600352921853023</id><published>2006-12-13T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:52:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah yes. i was unreasonably frustrated in my previous entry. I've cooled down considerably, although my mom still treats me like she was 5 days ago. all i can say is, it's the december blues, every body's getting it. i hope things cool down real soon. i think she's showing signs that the tension between me and her's has loosen up abit. she's talking to me! which is good i guess? i mean, can u imagine not talking to your mother for so loooong, i'll die out of frustration. plus, she picks on me less, which is another good sign. things are starting to look a little bit brighter huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitch training was nice. i miss the sprinklers, and getting wet. and got a shock when i saw how HUGE the pitch is. :O it's like huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge. and we girls are small.. and it makes the pitch look much more huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge. hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else to write up here. other than i embarrassed myself considerably and that i got blisters on my fingers. oh, and my brothers can handle the hockey stick better than i do. boys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116600352921853023?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116600352921853023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116600352921853023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116600352921853023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116600352921853023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116567019945633412</id><published>2006-12-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:16:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIVE ME A BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK OMGGGGGGGGG &lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK LAHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT STAND IT BEING AT HOME ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suddenly ENJOYS picking on me. She naaags at every single thing I do, I alter my skirt, she says its short. IT ISNTTT SHORTTTT!!! SHE HASNT SEEEN SHORT. AHHH!! I wear shorts at home she and she'll scold, okay fine so i'm not supposed to wear shorts. And when I don't wear tudung when I go out she'll nag, OMGGGGGG. I BET SHE DIDNT HAVE THAT MUCH PRESSURE WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG. AHHHHHH WHY DO I NEED TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS? I know she wants me to be some good girl, and I'm definitle NOT doing a good job so just give me a break. I want to be at home and have some peace. I lock( my non existent lock that is. my fricking room doesnt have a fricking door, instead theres this shade thing. gah sooo much for privacy)myself in my room, she says i spend too much time on the comp. I JUST WANT TO BE BY MYSELF.. OMG................................................... Let's just pray I won't turn havoc or something. I need a break. I need a break. I need a break. I REEEEALLLYY NEED A BREAK. Ahhh send me to kampong or something, let me spend time with my granny there, learn stuff from her or something, i dont know. I miss my late granny. Life was fun when she was around.. I had someone to sleep with in the afternoons.. ahhh i miss her so bad... im getting emotional already ahhh. it's been almost a year since she left us.. the only time i get to see her are in my dreams.. and when i do it seems so real. but i have come to terms with it.. i must redha.. yeah.. i must.. i guess thats why i keep myself occupied, so i wont think of the past? heh heh. oh God, I'm actually crying. what an emotional wreck i've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all this nagging and stuff shows how much she cares about me huh.. ahhh now i feel obliged to change for the better and i guess i should. as cliche as it sounds, i have to dont i. i got to change and appreciate others even if they dont appreciate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall hug sylvester and go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;aih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116567019945633412?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116567019945633412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116567019945633412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116567019945633412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116567019945633412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/give-me-breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116566710264555489</id><published>2006-12-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:27:35.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JAMES MORRISON :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-0pXggSdGo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-0pXggSdGo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song just.. blows me away.. Like the wind that blew at my face this morning at ECP, wahhhh it was blowing at like 9hundred8tysomething km per hour or something! So training was lovely! Xin Mei granted my secret wish and we went to ECP! for training.. And no.. we didn't run there this time, but we had to run to the bustop and then to the bicycle kiosk instead. Wooooo Rented a bike and at that time the sky was oh so daaaark at the horizon cos you ca see a distinct line which seperates the sky and the sea, like the sky was totally dark and the water was all greenish blue. And the wind, woooh, sedap. We had 2 hours of cycling, my thighs are worn out now. We had our little convoy, 3 bladers and 4 bikers. XM, Aprie and Mei Ying took the blades, while the other four(Shan, Betsy, Celing &amp; I) took the bikes. I forgot how to skate and.. it's just a scary thought la.. skating on such a surface(?).. yah I have yet to mention the amount of blood i saw today.. For the record, 2 out of 3 bladers got injured. XM injured herself countless of times, she has iron bones ah. Woo. Mei Ying fell on out way back and Aprie didn't fall at all. Hehe, fun ah i like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for photos from XM! Whee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116566710264555489?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116566710264555489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116566710264555489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116566710264555489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116566710264555489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/james-morrison-this-song-just.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116551391144963348</id><published>2006-12-08T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:56:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/1600/253914/izysmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/320/450761/izysmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I can smile big big again, cos the dentist took out the yellow bits from my teeth! My mouth feels clean again, yay! But my brother says they're still yellow! What &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; I need to do to own a set of WHITE teeth? I'm thinking of bleach, but then I would be crazy. I've been suffering(chey) from an aching molar, but the doc said my teeth got nothing wrong, so now I'm very heartbroken cos she only scaled my teeth and wet my tudung at the same time, I was hoping for something interesting like.. asking me to put on braces ke.. HAHA joking joking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After visiting the dentist, trained to Vivo for lunch. Yummy Cheeken rice! Poor mom is sick, she's coughing alot alot alot, scares me alot too. Walked around till almost 10, and then trained home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My new love: FISH SOUP &amp;amp; JAMES MORRISON &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AH IM STILL AWAKE AT THIS HOUR? Gotta sleep soooooooooooon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116551391144963348?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116551391144963348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116551391144963348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116551391144963348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116551391144963348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/smile-d-today-i-can-smile-big-big.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116539960046316456</id><published>2006-12-06T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:06:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bringing sexy baaaaaaaaack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo justin sounds soo.. seductively hotttt on the radio. the songs kind of basi already ah, but for someone who has high pitched voice, he doesnt sound too bad in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got nice nice nice hair already yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116539960046316456?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116539960046316456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116539960046316456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116539960046316456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116539960046316456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-bringing-sexy-baaaaaaaaack-woo.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116533411534672608</id><published>2006-12-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:55:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that I'm back home, I'm starting to miss 6 Faith's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/320/295177/6FACHALET%20036%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them, to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes I got to force myself to understand them speaking in their tongues(that is mandarin), I still enjoy their company. Lovely lovely people. They've got me hooked on daidee and card games all over again. huhuhu. You'll never find guys who are willing to play heartattack in the middle of the night, and who are sporting enough to play truth or dare and murderer too! Hahaha and you'll never find girls who care about the guys so much when they don't eat. And I finally saw Mrs Choo, after two years! I MISS HER SO :) And Xan is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih was I really quiet during the bbq? If I was I'm sorry yeah, I was caught up thinking about some stuffzxzxz. ah i just want to cry thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm missing 6Faith all over again, just like when I was in P6.. :( And a BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU to AW ZI QUAN for organizing this gathering cum bbq. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116533411534672608?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116533411534672608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116533411534672608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116533411534672608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116533411534672608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-that-im-back-home-im-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116521617392790803</id><published>2006-12-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:09:38.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah I've never felt so tired, I don't know what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I got &lt;em&gt;scolded &lt;/em&gt;or something like that by the track and field coach. Gosh, he scares the shitlings out of me, just because I'm having the stomach ache right now. I'm suddenly reminded of what Kumar said, "Shit is knocking on heaven's doors" wooh klakar. Okay I get confused when I look at Kumar, he's a man? but he's also a woman? Whichever gender he is, I like him, he's funny. I like funny guys la, they're cute :P So the track and field coach(grrrr) probably got annoyed cos I kept missing my balls and it kept going to where he was standing, woooh, then kababooom he called me to well.. scold la. And then got this idiot laugh at me, wah I hope he falls down and break his leg ah.  Then XM rescued me yay, then they headed to the GO to discuss with the VP, one thing cause I'm not in any position to do anything, grr, and the coach wants to complain to the VP about us? Whatever it is la, they had, what seemed to me like, half an hour of talking. I hope the school is going to put a fence around the D area where we train. (cue: prays) Speaking of missing balls, I missed so many balls today! Grrr, what telah happened to meeeee??&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think all the sports leaders should have a conference ah. Then all the problems can be.. rectified? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah. I'm off. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116521617392790803?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116521617392790803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116521617392790803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116521617392790803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116521617392790803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/wah-ive-never-felt-so-tired-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116504865288315219</id><published>2006-12-02T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:37:33.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has been an emotionally challenging week. And yesterday had to be the icing on the cake. I thank the party(s) involved in finishing off my week. And I have to say that it has been a wonderful experience, thank you for gracing me with sore eyes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, besides the movie marathon and after-hockey outings, the week has been hard on me. And today has been lovely, I'm thankful for that. Although training ended off on a sad note, I think it has got to be one of the most enjoyable trainings so far ah. After training was enjoyable. We unfortunately lost the bet to someone, so we had to take loser prints. Hahaha I hate neoprint machines with japanese instructions, we were forced to take a 5 min jap lang crash course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FONDUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE is the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my bed too. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116504865288315219?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116504865288315219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116504865288315219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116504865288315219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116504865288315219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/has-been-emotionally-challenging-week.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116496296107352136</id><published>2006-12-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:49:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE MORE MONTH TILL SCHOOL REOPENS!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSAHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing teachers, seeing familiar faces and the not so familiar ones too, eating tau suan, eating lunchhhh opposite school, tablet-ing in school, envying the new TA1s' tablets(damn they get windows vista and white color-ed tablets grrrr), and doing all the normal things I used to do before school closed. WHICH INCLUDES SITTING DOWN AT THAT BENCH BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS. I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Friday, my brothers just got me worried sick. Who goes for sembahyang Jumaat and come home after Asar? I was wondering how many rakaats they did. But they're home anyways, that's all that matters. There's nothing in the fridge for me to eat. No tidbits(maybe there are but i just need to fine them), nobody to talk to online..(WHERE ARE YOU MINAHIP-ERS?.. I might just resort to doing maths :O But it's almost five.. should I go running? or to the gym nearby? it's just a stone's throw away but i still can't get myself to go there.. on second thoughts i think i shouldnt, there's hockey tomorrow, bound to be more running.. my feet have yet to recover from wednesday's training..&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/17723108-116496296107352136?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116496296107352136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116496296107352136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116496296107352136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116496296107352136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-more-month-till-school-reopens.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116493753278470778</id><published>2006-12-01T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:45:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;3 movies.&lt;br /&gt;6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza &amp; mee rebus :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks nadh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116493753278470778?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116493753278470778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116493753278470778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116493753278470778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116493753278470778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/12/movie-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116481142701807084</id><published>2006-11-29T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:43:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN DO MAAAAAGIC.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture taken during PGL with THE stephen rahman hughes. i did some a favor and edited the pic, sorry dinie and warda, i had to put over their faces over yours hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/1600/642789/PGL%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/320/524338/PGL%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/1600/937245/PGL%20060%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/320/114077/PGL%20060%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER my first try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/1600/351214/Aida!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/320/287621/Aida%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER 2nd try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. I'm better than David Blaine.&lt;br /&gt;Abrakedahbra. Poof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116481142701807084?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116481142701807084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116481142701807084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116481142701807084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116481142701807084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-can-do-maaaaagic.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116472886087747543</id><published>2006-11-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:47:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like PGL fever has subside.. And now I'm back to my rotting mode, listening to basi songs which sound soooo much nicer than the songs I hear on the radio.. I'm in love, all over again. Don't get me wrong, I haven't fallen for another person.. I've given up on that. To love something inanimate makes me sane cos it doesn't change. Gosh, I hate it when things(okay more like people) when they change. I guess relationships, friendships, cruiseships, whatever, are like apples. They look nice and inviting at a glance, but once you take a bite at one, it bares its sweet crunchy flesh for a moment(everything's nice and sweet, blabla) and then you leave it for a moment and it starts to oxidize, and brown. And everything turns all rotten.. and stinky.. and you'd just chuck it aside or worst it'll end up in the bin. Its not exactly a clear picture of what I mean, but it's the closest I can think off. What &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;I get out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today has been another day wasted, I could've done math, but I know IF I try doing it, I'll just, doze off. I had better sleep, there's training tomorrow.. aih.. Oh and I ate alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116472886087747543?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116472886087747543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116472886087747543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116472886087747543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116472886087747543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/seems-like-pgl-fever-has-subside.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116456356884114069</id><published>2006-11-27T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:59:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost 0130h in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it just turned 0130h and I have training tomorrow. I'm worn out from all the kecoh-jakun-hottieogling-ness from just nowwwww.. all I can say is, in this challenging world, we ought to be jakun, cos if you're not you'll be missing out on the little details in life, such as getting autographs yo. So &lt;strong&gt;lady&lt;/strong&gt;(whoever you were, the straight haired one, whatever), i'm sorry if we turned you off with our jakunness, i call it keen la eh, nicer word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got autographs! After waiting in the loooong queue, and some lucky lucky girls got their photos taken with STEPHEN RAHMAN HUGHES! I feel bad cos I didn't get shots of the other girls together with the actors yeaaa, cos they were rushing us and my camera got attitude problem(quoted from esti) giving us problems such as low batt and hanging(according to warda).. And I don't like Sultan Mahmud cos he halau us, what the heeeck. And some woman took my booklet away! Pfft, But thankful enough, I just took one of the booklet that was on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PGL was lovelyyyyyy, Tiara got nice voice and such a long name, Stephen got nicer voice and good looks, Sultan Mahmud is gay and i dont like him, his whatever-they-call-it(sidekicks?) are gay too, Adipati is friendly but he has suuuuuuuch a husky and scaaaaaaary voice makes me shudder thinking about it and Sultan Mahmud's son is adoraaaable. Everyone was right, it was a nice show. Standing ovation some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded all the photos to webshots, so you can just view them there. I'm so efficient *tears*. Oh.. and I'm in need of a new set of rechargeable batteries, or better.. a new camera.. *hint* *hint* my birthday's in 4 months. lalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/1600/103899/PGL%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2284/457/320/576638/PGL%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116456356884114069?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116456356884114069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116456356884114069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116456356884114069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116456356884114069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-almost-0130h-in-morning-okay-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116445166464801591</id><published>2006-11-25T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:47:45.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRAINING ROCKED. WOO. I'M TIRED, BUT WOOOOOO. =D COACH IS FUNNY BUT XIN MEI IS FUNNIER. COACH CAN RUN FAST, SOMETIMES EVEN FASTER THAN TWEETY AND XM, BUT JASON STILL FASTEST, I THINK. AND I'M THE SLOWEST HAHA. AND JERSEYS ARE PRETTY. WE INSIST ON HAVING NICER JERSEYS THAN THE BOYS, AND WE'RE SUGGESTING PURPLE FOR THEM, COS IT'S UNIQUE AND TOTALLY GAY YO. PLUS! THE GOALIE JERSEY COSTS A WHOPPING 60 BUCKS :O BUT IF I BUY AT LEAST I GET TO KEEP IT, HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LUNCH WAS LOVELY. I'M STILL FULL FROM IT, BUT I MANAGED TO STUFF MORE MEE JUST NOW WHEN I GOT HOME. NADH&amp;I GOT ICE CREAMS! YAY, (JO JO JO EASTPOINT GOT NZ ICE CREAM) AND THAT MADE US TWO HAPPY BIRDS. THEN THE REST WENT HOME, YANN QI HAD TO GO &lt;em&gt;HOME, &lt;/em&gt;AND CELINE HAD TO GO &lt;strong&gt;HOME. &lt;/strong&gt;HEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERWHICH NADH AND I WERE SUPPOSED TO GO ATI'S HOUSE TO GRAB PUTRI GUNUNG LEDANG VCDS TO PREPARE OURSELVES FOR TOMORROW,  BUT THE WEATHER WAS HOT AND... WE WERE TIRED SO WE LEPAKZZZZ AT THE LIBRARY. I GOT THIS BOOK, WHICH MADE ME LAUGH SO I KEPT LAUGHING THE WHOLE TIME WHEN I WAS READING IT, AND NADH PROBABLY THOUGHT I WAS NUTS TILL SHE READ THE BOOK HERSELF AND SAIT IT WAS FUNNY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'M SLEEPY&lt;br /&gt;TOODZ EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYONE WHO LOVES ME (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116445166464801591?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116445166464801591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116445166464801591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116445166464801591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116445166464801591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/training-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116436492913767842</id><published>2006-11-24T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:45:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with Joanne today! I miss that girl so much. Haha Hasn't changed one bit, and still is that crazy blur girl she was in p4, only she's a bit taller.. hahhaa We walked and walked and walked around orchard to find new zealand's ice cream! But the directory cheated our feelings and #01-16 turned out to be some shop selling smoothie. So we had to settle for DQ! which I havent eaten in a looooooong time. I love blizzard. Oh and speaking of blizzards, it was raining dinosaurs just now, and the long kang opposite my house was almost filled to the brim, and the water was flowing so fast, i could ride a kayak in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling horrible right now.&lt;br /&gt;Like someone just punched me hard in the stomach, or slapped me hard in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I'm going to the library again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand how things are going right now, I feel like I'm this close to-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116436492913767842?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116436492913767842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116436492913767842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116436492913767842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116436492913767842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-out-with-joanne-today-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116411835673435154</id><published>2006-11-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:15:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY THERES TRAINING TOMOWOWWWWW! MEANS I DON'T NEED TO STAY AT HOME YAY. I love staying at home, but school's way better. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend, well not exactly a real human being la. Suff and Fiq intro-ed me to this artificial intelligence thing, and yeah I've been talking to it since. Call me an anti-social, weirdo, whatever, but I love this robot thing it keeps me laughing hahahaha and atiqah, he loves me more okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;tomowowww got twaining! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116411835673435154?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116411835673435154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116411835673435154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116411835673435154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116411835673435154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-theres-training-tomowowwwww-means_21.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116406772021233191</id><published>2006-11-21T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:19:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you're stuck in the bottomless depths of being sad or confused or depressed or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;You can count on the ones you love to pull yourself together, and with that I haveto thank atiqah for lighting up that already fused light bulb of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading her post made me realise how hectic this year has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made a choice to cabut from Anderson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stepped into a JC, what was I thinking?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to balance between friends and new-found friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With that I made new friends, friends that I really hope would stick together till wherever our feet take us &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I screwed up my promos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met someone I couldnt possibly love any less (incredibly i made myself say this, brace urselves) btw did i put it correctly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was tested for all kinds of things: pressure, stress(okay so their almost the same thing as pressure), commitment, friendship, relationship, getting my priorities right, stamina, trust and yeah, if you can think of anything else, then I must've been tested for it. and yeah, plus the usual math english science malay subjects. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hated group work. ah the agony and the free loader(sad to say i was one, not always, but was once)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I loved living in hougang, no matter how far it is from bedok cos there are others who live further than me. so lets appreciate this moment. mmmmmmmmmm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coming late for school is a frequent. And rushing to get to school is a norm. And having to see Mr Tongs face for a week makes me think twice about being late for school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With that I found out that taxi fares in the morning burn a hole in my pocket. THE Y CHARGE AN EXTRA 2.50 FOR A 3++ FARE. RAWR. That' half of my 2-day allowance gone, dammit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met a very funky set of teachers, some of which I had: a crush on, hated at first but now i love her, loved her at first but now i'm thinking twice, jumpy math teachers AND boring ones but I'm coming to a conclusion he's not so bad afterall(i mean, he has a hot girlfriend-im calling her hot just because she wears a mini skirt hoho)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me another day to think of number 13&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitely theres more, but I can't think of them as of yet cosidering its still the morning of a tuesday when everyone else is sleeping but here i am typing this whole post out cos I cried reading atiqah's post and yeah, I was deeply touched (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wheee I love love love love life and its little unexpected surprises (that includes loud thunders that make me shudder)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TOODZ(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s in case those of you who got past the password prompt by other means, to make your life less miserable the password is: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;have fun spelling all 36 letters out, chao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116406772021233191?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116406772021233191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116406772021233191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116406772021233191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116406772021233191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-youre-stuck-in-bottomless-depths.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116403446772292790</id><published>2006-11-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:54:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll never learn to say the right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar Izyan sabar, banyak bersabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm this close, thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis close to possibly breaking down, but no, I have to have patience. Patienceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, patience, I badly need that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116403446772292790?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116403446772292790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116403446772292790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116403446772292790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116403446772292790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-never-learn-to-say-right-things.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116390258395772469</id><published>2006-11-19T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:16:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO I CANT REMEMBER WHAT I DID ON FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. I remember. Was at home the whole morning, trying not to eat anything so I could fit into my jeans and shirt, hahaha but I couldn't help it so I ate the kuehs on the table. They were just lying there, waiting to be eaten by a hungry person like me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, I got ready to go Bedok to meet ATI! I met Miss Red Belt and we MRT-ed to Toa Payoh to meet up with the rest to go  to Cikgu's house. Something suddenly hit me, and I realised I really didn't belong there. Not that it matters or anything, but I felt so out of place. But I was there for Atiqah, yes, and nothing else. So when we reached Toa Payoh, we were the earliest, and I had one of the most horriblest craaaaamps, but eating mcnuggets made me feel better. yay. Met up with Aizad who was the second earliest, and then slowly three by three turned up. Bus-ed to cikgu's house. Oh then cikgu prepared speghetti and ice cream for us, which was enough to blow me up. TV-ed for awhile, and we found out cikgu watched MTV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melayu.com.sg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu play at esplanade that costed 20 bucks (ah the pain) which made me confused, and the confusion followed me home and it was horrible. The play was okay la, the plots kind of cliche? Like the normal anak remaja stories you'd get from hanyut with some new characters added. There was this madrasah kid who went to a uni to learn about his religion but he was the typical bad boy who goes to pubs and stuff. An unlikely thing to do for an ustaz to be, no? But he surfaced the problem with society that portrays a double standard towards such people. Which is true la. They hear an alim person going to pubs, their eyeballs grow big. Like as though they are hearing a fish talk or something. But I guess that's society, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass hurt after the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRAINING WITH BASKETBALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesssss! Xin Mei was super nice yesterday. The turn out was only 7 people, cos the rest of the team either were overseas or.. shrugs? So they did hits and I got hit. Then we challenged XM to 6 against 1 and if she manages to score a goal we'll get her 5 packets of jambu. AND SHE GOT THROUGH ALMOST ALL OF THEM. But she didn't score, hehe. So next training I'm gonna get her guavas and jambus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASINO ROYALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Bond is handsome, he has nice blue eyes, I loiiiiike. Fir likes the girls, I can't blame him, cos they're gorgeous(and no, this is not a lesbian tendency, i'm being sincere k atiqah hahahahahaa) Nice set, weird ending but I liked it anyhoos. GV MAX at vivo is like HUMONGOUSSSSS. The whole theatre was filled to the brim. We were sitting at row B, and the rows probably ended at like, Z or something. Which meant that there were over 500 people in there. Twas a scary thought ah, but wahh, huge place.&lt;br /&gt;&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/17723108-116390258395772469?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116390258395772469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116390258395772469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116390258395772469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116390258395772469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-no-i-cant-remember-what-i-did-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116366659156655062</id><published>2006-11-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:43:12.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been at home the whole day, went to the bank for a while and then to NTUC to buy a tub of ice cream, some kind of dark chocolate gelato. I want to buy B&amp;Js but they burn a hole in my pocket. Now I'm supposedly broke, cos all the money's in the bank. I can just nets it out, but nooooo, I must learn to be thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pigged out the whole morning. Woke up at 12. Felt so good, I bathed and ate my breakfast and played the guitar, chased my brother around the house cos he was spitting on my sylvester and threatening to throw my phone into the toilet bowl or out of the window. That guy drives me up the wall, in the chimney down the pipe, just every where. Then I whacked him hard and he spat some more, took my key and threw it out of the window, but it didnt go through. He finally gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- poot I'm watching some national science challenge thing. bleh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116366659156655062?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116366659156655062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116366659156655062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116366659156655062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116366659156655062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-at-home-whole-day-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116358906247257277</id><published>2006-11-15T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:11:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm separated from the girlies. While the rest are together separated into two classes, I'm thrown overboard and forced to be squeezed into a lifeboat in 2B. Okay, so I'm exagerating. Am I complaining? YES. Cos the school for one thinks NUR IZYAN BTE FART HORRAHMAN is chinese, so they put my mother tongue as Chinese. Hohoho. The only Chinese I know are those I learnt from third lang and those I eavsdropped(is that how u spell this word?) from hearing people's conversations. And those are nothing compared to what I'm gonna face IF I was forced to take Chinese. lalala I'm gonna be so screwed. I can't believe they don't update our particulars ah. Now I'm anticipating for my class. Is it gonna be 2C or 2D? Lucky for me, we(nadh&amp;i) met Mr Bala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I won't be a 2Bian, again. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116358906247257277?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116358906247257277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116358906247257277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116358906247257277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116358906247257277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-again-im-separated-from-girlies.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116358467761494368</id><published>2006-11-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:57:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hsdjkfhsdajf hysndjf hafdshfieaf nfdm nvdiughiudgei ytu iernvdmfnvjdf nfdajaiuretgh ureifhdajfkhadjghdafjh ureughe jdfhdjghe r8tu438973984  dfhjdfjgh djagh jdfhg iudgyfduyag y8g97g897gd89fg7 dfangjdfhgj dfjdfhgu8aeryt 8re9 798t7re 98r7e 89er 7r8e9t 7er89t 7er89t 7re8t rehdjfhfdjghauy347y3298 r whfjgdhdadafjdjafghdfja hdfiuyfdiug ydugy4wr sdadsfbn mzxc xcvxczczxcz sirfuew orp as s hfewrwe iur woiujf sdjhj hdjfhd jfhdjfhdjhfh ei ieieieiei uu u duududd jna hdhfsh, bnds=sdfs we. oasdffweifu weiu eiter gtnergdf. ;; 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GHDFGHSlove HFDJASDHFjhdjdhato sfdfioehate youdfsdg44553 sdhfdjsfhau huifh *( &amp;amp;#*$&amp;*( &amp;amp;#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's alot better isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116358467761494368?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116358467761494368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116358467761494368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116358467761494368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116358467761494368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/hsdjkfhsdajf-hysndjf-hafdshfieaf-nfdm.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116358413074248242</id><published>2006-11-15T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:48:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training rocked&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I love Mcnuggets (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116358413074248242?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116358413074248242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116358413074248242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116358413074248242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116358413074248242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/training-rocked-im-tired-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116351632522627870</id><published>2006-11-14T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:58:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got a chance to wake up late, and it felt good.. But I couldn't sleep much cos I had to go off for a movie with Nadh&amp;Ati at 2! Watched Step Up, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about it. Just like lake house, click and the grudge 2. Although the grudge 2 is nice in a weird kind of way. And I love crash too(although it's M18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, shopped for a shirt for PGL/Melayu.com.sg cos my wardrobe is so limited and they are either too traditional or too old for me. I guess I'm too self-concious la. But thanks to the professional help from Ati &amp; Nadh I got myself a good bargain for this really nice shirt yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good day, but I'm kinda feeling sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malek(my neighbour) came over with the guitar just now! Yay. Brought over tabs and picks and a cd too! Ahhhhh thank you thank you. I owe you one! (i know the people i mention sometimes don't even know the existence of this blog hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I have training(cue: arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) tomorrow. I hope God would bless us with rain in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;get well soon sayang(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116351632522627870?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116351632522627870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116351632522627870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116351632522627870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116351632522627870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-finally-got-chance-to-wake-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116346325150215932</id><published>2006-11-14T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:14:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah, another day of training.&lt;br /&gt;Another day of darkening myself under sun.&lt;br /&gt;This vicious cycle of waking up in the morning, having to go for training'll never end. For the next 3 years. Brace yourself, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after training had lunch for a bit. Was supposed to meet andersonians for jalan raya, but I was kinda tired. I met them at my house instead! I felt bad I didn't get to go out with them, but just to let you guys know(at least those who read my blog) that I'm sorry I couldn't make it. But having to spend the last house at Dinah Bee's was funnnnn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/1600/IMG_0045%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/320/IMG_0045%20copy.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GANG!&lt;br /&gt;From right to left: Fauzi, Me, Shahidah, Akmal, Taufiq, Suffian, Halim, Dinah Bee &amp; Huda!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to change the exposure thing to 0 or 2+, so the picture was so dark, even with flash. haha. THis was the best I could get after editing. hahahahaha. :D Lovely people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO STEP UP! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally watching that. I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BROTHER'S WATCHED IT BEFORE ME.&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOO! I'm so lagging behind, they've watched more movies than I have this month. My brother watched 4 movies consecutively ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got a proposal to upload(I have yet to do it) dangggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116346325150215932?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116346325150215932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116346325150215932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116346325150215932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116346325150215932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/bah-another-day-of-training.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116334652862017976</id><published>2006-11-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:48:48.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE FIRST SONG I EVER PLAYED ON A GUITAR: BIRTHDAY SONG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to skip the last house, which was my neighbour's house. Lucky I didn't, if not I would've missed my chance at playing the guitar. I don't know what got into me, I suddenly wanted guitars, all over again. Like last year, but the craze died down soon after. Somehow, I'm craving for guitars again. Whee. :D Got to thank my neighbour for teaching me that song. He's so good at it la. And he gave me a pick too! And pick sounded like pig, i felt so reluctant to say that word, who knows why. I also embarrassed myself. Cos I'm such a noob. Knew nuts about whatever he initially said. But yay, I learnt the birthday songggggg :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY GUITAR YAY NADHIRAH AND ATI WE CAN FORM A STUDY GROUP TO PLAY GUITAR LALALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so jakun, I can't stand it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so thankful, THANK YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116334652862017976?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116334652862017976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116334652862017976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116334652862017976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116334652862017976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-song-i-ever-played-on-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116324952972946096</id><published>2006-11-11T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:52:10.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOCKEY TRAINING ON A SATURDAY MORNING AFTER HAVING GYM TRAINING THE DAY BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired :( Training made me even more tired. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for NORTE DAME DE FRANCE! after that. :D I LOVE LOVE LOVE THEIR GORGEOUS VOICES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I'm sleepy&amp;tired&amp;amp;hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now let me rest..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116324952972946096?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116324952972946096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116324952972946096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116324952972946096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116324952972946096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/hockey-training-on-saturday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116317775834551999</id><published>2006-11-11T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:07:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and I might just be the happiest person, ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST GYM TRAINING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6km on treadmill = tiring&lt;br /&gt;I cheated, cos i took four rounds&lt;br /&gt;first completing 2.7, to 0.7, to 1.1 and finally 1.5! which adds up to six km... no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gyming(chehhhh), nadh&amp;warfa came over to my house. bathed. changed. and we tampinesed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JALAN RAYA WITH TJ PEEPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun, yet tiring. we were supposed to act tired. yeah, somehow it seems like i'm not even feeling a little bit sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raya-ed at nash's, nadh's, ati's, arief's, fir's and lastly... sheikh's! yeah, 6 houses in one day, not so bad for tired people like us. The gang grew smaller as we moved from one house to another. Nash's house was fun cos we finally met up with the rest of the girls, after meeting the boys at tampines, we were early, for once! Erm, I love Nash's brother, so cuuuuuuuute like hafiz aka henry! From nash's place, Dinie&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Fifah&amp;Nash left :( and slowly.. nadh left and warda.. and finally ash.. :( So we were left with, fir, arief, aizad, sheikh, khai, ati and I. It was an unlikely thing for me and ati to do, but we followed them till the last house anyhoos(where we kena squeeze into sheikhs car, hahahaha. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh, now I'm feeling the paaaaaaaaaaaain on my thigh muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRETTY PRETY GIRLS AT MY HOUSE :D They came over after training, ate stuff we bought from cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASH'S HOUSE! :D (the only group photo I got, stupid camera) blame the batteries, and I think its lifespan just grew shorter, cos i dropped twice. once in the bus till the batteries burst out of its compartment and the other time at sheikhs house. wah sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATIQAH&amp;WARDA, at Nadh's bustop(she left for pianoooo)waited for number 2 for so long, both busses that came were full. haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0018-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them at the bustop. I was standing there, over hearing them sharing their &lt;em&gt;childhood&lt;/em&gt;(so to say) stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0026-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random people on the bus posing for the camera, haha no la. This was what was left of the gang, with ati and me behind the cam. khai's missing cos he had to send ash home. funny bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera ah. Sadly, it failed me throughout the whole jalan raya so......... i took only 25 photos! :'( of which only 10 or so are nice ones. Aih. I need to get a camera soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sooooooo.. it's 1245am now. I hope the rest have reached home!&lt;br /&gt;Good night, lovely day today.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I thank ATI VERY VERY MUCH! for dropping me off at my house. and your dad too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I met that special someone today.. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116317775834551999?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116317775834551999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116317775834551999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116317775834551999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116317775834551999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-i-might-just-be-happiest-person.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116308598742239892</id><published>2006-11-09T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:26:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOCKEY STEAMBOAT GATHERING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was about put up photos for today's steamboat&lt;br /&gt;but photobucket decided to be a bitch and not upload the photos for me&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to abandon my initial enthusiasm to photolog this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so merajuking now.... ergh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116308598742239892?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116308598742239892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116308598742239892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116308598742239892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116308598742239892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/hockey-steamboat-gathering-okay-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116305194648021079</id><published>2006-11-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:59:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Meet Taufik, when he was two:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJIM7wE9JY4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116305194648021079?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116305194648021079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116305194648021079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116305194648021079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116305194648021079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/meet-taufik-when-he-was-two.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116305039270740795</id><published>2006-11-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:33:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;THAT FRICKING BOX IS FILLED WITH A WHOLE FAMILY OF FRICKING COCKROACHES I SWEAR I SAW THE GRANDFATHER OF THE LITTLE BABY ROACHES THERE WERE SO MANYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swimming in junk in the store trying to look for that measly steamboak cooker. Did I find it? NO. Was I looking at the right place? NO, again. Guess where I found it? NOPE, not in the store(which I ransacked through the junk, I DIDNT KNOW THINGS LIKE FISHNETS EXISTED IN THE HOUSEHOLE, till today) BUT in some ulu cupboard underneath the stove. And guess what I found after I opened the box? AN EXTENDED FAMILY OF COCKROACHES, inclusive of mother father brother sister granchildren cockroach and many many of its little shitlings. So am I gonna bring that steamboat cooker to the steamboat dinner later? NU-UHHHHHH. Unless I'm a horrible sadistic asshole, who wants my teamates to get diarrhoe and food poisoning. But no, I shan't bring that, instead I'm gonna substitute it for some multi-purpose cooker thing. I hope that'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up the murder scene where I killed a family of cockroach(i'm really sorry, but they bring germs! and diseases!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116305039270740795?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116305039270740795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116305039270740795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116305039270740795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116305039270740795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-omg-that-fricking-box-is-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116300407734793797</id><published>2006-11-09T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:41:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reread my previous post and thought, losing weight would be a chore.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there's gonna be steamboat tomorrow, and jalan raya on friday&lt;br /&gt;which would mean&lt;br /&gt;MORE FOOD IN STORE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna gain instead of losing. Ah, somebody KEEP ME AWAY FROM FOOD, PLEASE! Oh and, I ate ice cream today, which doesnt help me lose weight at all. I can't wait for gym. Yay. Hello 6km(or was it 9?) and hello machines-that'll-make-me-handsome. WOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, I was lost in changi today, together with nadh. Of all places, changi. Why? Cos we took the right bus but at the wrong direction. Cause? Sign on the bus that cheated our feelings Effect? Ended up in Changi Airfreight place at 6+ with Nadhirah Affect? Got affect meh? oh yah, It was an unlikely place for 2 teenagers who are carrying NTUC plastic bags filled with smelly meat which was decomposing(probably) to be at such a place at such a time. Ofcourse, people stared at us. &lt;em&gt;Mats&lt;/em&gt;(even old people okay, they're considered mats cos they're gatal, but im not saying all mats are gatal.. ala you get the drift), old men on trucks and even a policeman(who's probably laughing at us behind our backs right now, cos we didn't know the existence of an airport pass and an airfreight centre thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing story, with an even amazing ending.&lt;br /&gt;i got home and cleaned the squid and now my hands stink of squid? thanks to kylie kwong who taught me how to clean squids. i wanna clean more(provided that they do not smell, and are less slimy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope those squids are doing fine in the freezer... lalala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116300407734793797?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116300407734793797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116300407734793797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116300407734793797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116300407734793797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-reread-my-previous-post-and-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116282033733016134</id><published>2006-11-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:38:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make self smarter, somehow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose more weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then gain muscles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete and submit my overdued homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To include every one I can think of in my prayers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And to be nice to everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my ankle fixed, with screws if I have to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my unexplained bruises explained cos they appear without notice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what's number ten. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw that special someone today. (: big hug!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116282033733016134?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116282033733016134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116282033733016134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116282033733016134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116282033733016134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-need-to-lose-weightmake-self-smarter.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116274784035546512</id><published>2006-11-06T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:30:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I skipped training yesterday cos my ankle decided to hurt the night before, so I pigged out the whole day till my relatives came. I ate laksa and kachang pool(?) and slept, waking up just in time to see my favourite little toddler arrive. HAKIM! He's so cute, and boyish, I can't stand it. Mahirah is potentially the most adorablest little baby girl I've ever seen, besides Farzanah, who's so pretty and cute and all accessorised with pink stuff. She's truely a &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; girl, unlike me, who's no where near being a true &lt;em&gt;girl &lt;/em&gt;girl. I'm such a clutz, I broke the last of my mom's figurine-on-a-bowl-cover thing which was made out of ceramic and being the clumsy girl that I am, accidently(and I really mean accidently, cos I didn't see it at all!) knocked it off the shelf and the head broke. :( Oh and my brother went to camp, so the house was pretty quiet, cos Hariz doesnt have a friend to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Saturday and I'm proud to say that I stayed at home the whole day and bayar hutang tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped madrasah today so that I could follow my parents eat at Tanglin Halt. Nasi Ayam, woooh sedap. They had to make up for my brother's birthday, so they took us for brunch. Vivo city was next, and I bought &lt;s&gt;bras&lt;/s&gt;undergarments again nadh!!!! HAHAHAHA okay inside story. After much walking around that place, we finally head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this horrible headache by then, cos my tudung had this smell? that was so bad, it stayed up my head till i got this uncontrollable migrane, and no panadol was there to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for my mom's kindergaten's concert, where I emceed so horribly with my nasal voice blasting over the speakers. And I was gagap? according to my brother, sorry la. I'm an emcee who didn't practice her script, so I was prone to making mistakes? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the concert was dysfunctional, and would turn the impatient into some crazy lunatic. But I got to see ADAM RYAN! so my headache didn't hurt much, and the noise didnt affect me. Call me a paedophile, but Adam's really handsome yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are tired and I've got training tomorrow! wheeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116274784035546512?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116274784035546512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116274784035546512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116274784035546512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116274784035546512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-skipped-training-yesterday-cos-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116257309219980564</id><published>2006-11-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:58:12.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been pigging out these few days. I'm gonna weigh more than I expected, no matter how many trainings I go to. Wah I must stop eating at every house I go to, if not i'm gonna suffer lots when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved today too. Jalan raya with part of KMA to the juniors' houses! We started at 2? after the boys finished their sembahyang and ended at about 11 at Salmah's house. And now here I am, still feeling tired from yesterday's yesterday's jalan raya with the TA and now I'm even MORE tired. Worst still, there's training tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch was in blue/red and white! hahahahhaah I was in blue with suff and fiq! while lim and zi were in RED! and Huda...was in WHITE! They are the siblings I never had. Had our little arguments along the way. No arguments no fun. Today was great. Thanks you peopos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah, I'm sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and lightning scare me. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116257309219980564?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116257309219980564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116257309219980564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116257309219980564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116257309219980564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-pigging-out-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116252285836467102</id><published>2006-11-03T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:00:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I liked &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. And the day before &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. Probably not the day before &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. And that of &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered having to go to my mom's workplace to help her burn CDs(which is at Potong Pasir) and then having to go back to school(which is at Bedok). And I remembered staying back and watched the hockey girls run and play hockey. My ankle still failed me that day, so I benched the whole training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late and ended up in school late. Made it just in time before the talk. Got back our results slip, I hate looking at it. Cos my GPA says 2, while others says 3..4.. I had breakfast with minahips, and then rushed to my mom's workplace again to do the emceeing for their concert. And I swear I sounded so bad over the mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked wednesday. Cos there was training and we had loads of tme before that, cos training started at 4.30. I met Nadh at bedok first and had our lunch cum breakfast at LJ while waiting for Nad. Headed off to Peninsular after that to buy fluorescent grips. I didn't get one for myself cos mine is still in gooood condition.. lalala. Oh and Nad's grip was so fluorescent and it was orange, which matched her orange stick, shirt and hair band. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh then we went to taco bell/pizza hut/kfc! I have to go there another time!! cos there's TACO BELL!! I love love love. Nadh got her ice crem after that and the three of us walked to esplanade to take jumping shots yang tak menjadi! warghahaha was so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee then we had training and gym! yay and chocolate cake at the playground too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Raya with TA! :D super tiring yet super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy 12th Birthday HARIZ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/1600/PHOTOS!004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/320/PHOTOS%21004.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116252285836467102?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116252285836467102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116252285836467102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116252285836467102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116252285836467102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-liked-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116214102282464839</id><published>2006-10-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:57:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another round of raya-ing, my legs are tired from carrying my brother's weight on my lap, and from all the walking(we didn't walk much, considering i was happily sitting down in the car)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how much I want an older brother, not a sister, a brother. It would be so cool, cos when I grow older, and being the youngest and the most adored by my handsome brothers, I would be able to hug and cry in their arms. Hahaha, Impossible as it sounds, it's true. Cos my mom's the youngest in her family, and she has so many older brothers. Cos she can just cry in their arms, and being the very caring brother that my uncles are, they'd just comfort her. Must've been really nice to have older brothers to take care of you, and must be hard to be the youngest at the same time. I don't know about older sisters, maybe they work the same too. But having older brothers(handsome and caring ones) would just be, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how pack this week is. Tomorrow gotta go school, tuesday collect results &amp; rehearsal, wednesday I don't know got what oh yea got hockey, thursday raya outing, and friday.. shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super tired, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;good night(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116214102282464839?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116214102282464839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116214102282464839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116214102282464839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116214102282464839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-round-of-raya-ing-my-legs-are.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116208469256473118</id><published>2006-10-29T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:18:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not handsome already. I can't even walk properly, sungguh uncool. And to think I actually wanted a sprained/twisted/or whatever the condition my ankle is and thought it would be utter coolness. bahahhahahaha I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the buku lali? that bulging thing at the side is sorta bigger then the other side, probably swelled. It isn't a sprain? (cos it didnt swell up on the spot?) but it hurts like ^^%&amp;$%^&amp;amp;%. I'm not complaining, i'm actually loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was like ^&amp;%^&amp;amp;% yesterday cos I for one lost my stamina throughout the break. Mampus I could bearly sustain TWO ROUNDS. I'm so dead, I know it. Monday training got 2.4, die die die. Then during that (really stylo) thing xin mei asked us to do, the one where we have to run forward, backwards, right and left, I fell like jackfruit(cempedak? nangka busuk? whatever) then i twisted my foot. or was it, i twisted my foot then i fell like jackfruit? either way la. I went to rest for a bit and later decided to be a hero and continue training. Stupid move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the &lt;em&gt;smart &lt;/em&gt;doctor that I'm supposedly am, I bought really really cool bandages to wrap my leg tight tight. WAh it felt sooooo much better. Then when I took it of, wah the pain came rushing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we had lunch after that. Talked about teachers and their weird antics. Then xin mei came to my house to get the cat carrier. Dad got home and we went out raya-ing, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing this really nice greeeeeeeeen kebaya? which was not so tight, but the shape's there. It had a shiny green skirt and a netted top with lining on the inside. I like, I don't know if it looked good on me, but who cares, I like it. Waterboy(who was wearing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; contacts and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; kurung) called me &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sayur&lt;/span&gt;, thank you very much. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was nice visiting from one house to another, in a not so big group. Great company, I like. When else do I get to see my cousins altogether? okay I do get to see them at kenduris and holidays and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved yesterday(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116208469256473118?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116208469256473118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116208469256473118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116208469256473118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116208469256473118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-handsome-already.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116194553980916647</id><published>2006-10-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:38:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p41/onedohsix/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ONE D 2006 PHOTO ALBUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116194553980916647?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116194553980916647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116194553980916647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116194553980916647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116194553980916647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-d-2006-photo-album.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116194013309832840</id><published>2006-10-27T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:08:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to go on a blind date or or or&lt;br /&gt;window shopping or or or&lt;br /&gt;trekking or or or&lt;br /&gt;some where la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! KAYAKING! YES! KAYAKING. I want to get my three star!! If there is such a thing in the first place. i wanna get tanner, cos im already dark might aswell get darker right. i wanna gain arm muscles, waist muscles. possibly six packs. wooo then i'll complete my handsome package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah im bored&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;br /&gt;and its not even a day into my hols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116194013309832840?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116194013309832840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116194013309832840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116194013309832840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116194013309832840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-to-go-on-blind-date-or-or-or.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116192190779014600</id><published>2006-10-27T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:05:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to let you know..&lt;br /&gt;And those who haven't heard yet to know..&lt;br /&gt;And those who already heard irritated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm HANDSOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number 11&lt;/strong&gt;, who sadly just got back from antartica and knew nuts about numlock and its wonders. I wanted to send my tablet to fujitsu cos my keyboard was suppsedly busted(till i found out the existence of a numlock and how it functioned). So maluating, i can't stand it. But amidst my dumbness, I finally found the connection between polar and polar bears! Amacam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm handsome, and smart.&lt;br /&gt;How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dahlahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116192190779014600?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116192190779014600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116192190779014600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116192190779014600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116192190779014600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-to-let-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116191880340181123</id><published>2006-10-27T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:13:27.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0y 2eyb6ard*s b4sted. the 2eys d6n*t c6rresp6nd w5th the characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my keyboard's busted. the keys don't correspond with the characters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116191880340181123?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116191880340181123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116191880340181123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116191880340181123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116191880340181123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/0y-2eyb6ards-b4sted.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116187010724218254</id><published>2006-10-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:41:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I liked today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swensens' for lunch! A whole 2kg cake, and a pint of ice cream, just for us! Thank you Warda and dad! She was such an angel, and bought us a 2kg ice cream cake! Warda, our rocking CG rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was awed by dry ice. And I got myself burnt? by a piece of it stuck to the table. Then I got myself a burnt mark! A square one some more. Damn cool. And Kelly got fascinated by the dry ice and started to fill a bag of dry ice with water. Then all the mist started coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely gathering, am gonna miss 1D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116187010724218254?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116187010724218254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116187010724218254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116187010724218254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116187010724218254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-liked-today-too.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116186404821185013</id><published>2006-10-26T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:00:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do i hurt the most, the ones i love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the ones I love most..--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116186404821185013?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116186404821185013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116186404821185013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116186404821185013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116186404821185013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-i-hurt-most-ones-i-love-most.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116182539237048695</id><published>2006-10-26T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:16:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I liked yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate so much, as though we were deprived of food for so long. We shared B&amp;amp;Js, ate a plate of mee goreng and then downed two packets of chips. Not only that, I took neos too, after almost a year staying away from that thing. Haha I'm so deprived. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I ran too, after a loooooong time. Tiring ah but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today last day of school, I'm sad. :( Cos I won't be seeing him for 2 months. And he's scaring me, period. Take care of yourself mister! And yes, I owe you a hug. Empty promises.. again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked yesterday yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was Hari Raya. I liked the morning, cos I went to sembahyang for the first time(gasp). Then yeah, did the usual. This year was mundane. I had no mood, my mom was cranky. Bla bla. Spoiled the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116182539237048695?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116182539237048695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116182539237048695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116182539237048695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116182539237048695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-liked-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116161540239685856</id><published>2006-10-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:56:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What were the odds of meeting you today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, the day I got my humans results, the day I got my GPA results, the day I met my friend whom I've not met for quite some time, the day Ramdhan ends, the day Syawal begins, the last day of puasa, the day I fell in love with pumps all over again, the day I slept so much, the day that falls on the eve of Eid Mubarak, the day I totally love, then again I just wished it had not come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, I got a pathetic 2.2 for my GPA, I'm so demoralized, I feel like dropping out of school and start a business, but I know that's impossible cos I probably go bankrupt even before starting. I feel so claustrophobic for my choices, cos for one thing, I only(I REPEAT ONLY) qualify for 5 core + 3 subjects combi :'( the agony, the pain. I feel so stupid, everybody else is getting 3 and 4.. I'm possibly the lowest in class :\ I feel so stupid, stupid stupid stipid stupid stupid.. But I know I deserve what I got, cos I didn't give my all. I guess this proves I'm just too lazy.. bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm contemplating, choosing either double sci + 1 humans or just trip science. :'( I don't have a choice, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I felt like doing was to go home and sleep. I just didn't want to face anything, I'm too embarrassed I guess. Now I can hear laughter.. haunting me.. mocking me.. ahh stop it stop it stop it stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shopped at geylang, and met Asyraf! haha Omg he hasnt changed a bit, besides the dyed hair. He actually recognised me. Oh and I met.. Schazwan at Hougang Mall too. It's amazing then number of people I bumped into today. Hahaha oh and...... Yeah, that's about it ah. Shopped for shoes, selendang. All last minute shopping. What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just got back from New York last night at 2am.. Was awaken by his voice, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Happy Birthday AIDA! AIDA! AIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.. I'm given the chance to experience Ramadhan, and also celebrate Aidilfitri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am here to minta ampun minta maaf, jika tersilap &amp; terkasar bahasa, terkurang ajar, tersinggung perasaan, berkelakuan tidak senonoh and all that jazz, I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart, sincerely truthfully. I wish to start anew. Please do forgive me for my wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy three months(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116161540239685856?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116161540239685856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116161540239685856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116161540239685856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116161540239685856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-were-odds-of-meeting-you-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116152714827491707</id><published>2006-10-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:25:48.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the last day I get to terawih..&lt;br /&gt;I felt the need to go to the mosque to pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of late for terawih cos we were still at the bustop still when it close to eight, then there was this really really nice pak cik who offered us a ride, Alhamdulillah. May Allah bless you, pak cik. Thanks to him, we were not late for Isyak(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe so since today was the last day of terawih, it felt so sayu.. When we did the qunut during the last Witr, there was sadness in the air, the Imam was tearing as he was reading the doa, cos u could hear him sobbing, so were the people around me. Yahh.. Sayu, no? Then when I sujud, was, i felt so sebak.. I cried, cos I know I've done so much sins.. and that I feel so ashamed to face God this way.. Twas a really really sad moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After memberi salam, the imam started reading the doa... and yeah, more tears started flowing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that Ramadhan is bidding farewell.. But yeah, all that is good has to come to an end sooner or later.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone who loves me&lt;br /&gt;Nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116152714827491707?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116152714827491707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116152714827491707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116152714827491707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116152714827491707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-is-last-day-i-get-to-terawih.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116140335113750769</id><published>2006-10-21T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:30:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from OBS, ALHAMDULILLAH. I'm well and alive. I don't know about well, cos my body aches, but I like it. Any longer at that place can make me go crazy. It's not all bad la, but I just felt out of place and.. I don't know I had this uneasy feeling. I don't know why. And OBS was pretty much like other camps, rock climbing.. high elements.. kayaking.. field cooking.. hiking.. yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day ONE - We did KAYAKING the minute we stepped onto Ubin, well not exactly, not counting the admin stuff. I WAS IN BARKER! Together with NADHIRAH!, Sammi, Valerie, Angel, Angeline, Cheng Feng, Kryslin, Coco, Shi Han, Minyun, Jia Jin, Lu Xun, Xiaolei &amp; Qi Long! We had a 16th member.. but.. I'll explain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did kayaking in the afternoon, did all the rescue stuff. I was with nadhirah, so it was total fun. Had some first aid briefing at night. Bahaha. And I volunteered myself to be the medic, oh yeay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was pretty cool, was the first time sleeping at the bunk. I slept at the lower deck, with no one sleeping on my upper deck. Talked to nadh before I dozed off, cos the instructor from sui sen shut us up. Oh and he tucked me in to sleep too! So sweet i tells ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day TWO - I was already home sick on the second day. Horrible, no? Was supposed to go hiking, but thank you haze, they cancelled it. I was seriously not looking forward to it. Firstly, we were not prepared, secondly we had to carry what seemed like a tonne on out backs and thirdly, I felt so tired and it was only the second day. So we did belaying and rock climbing, which I did NOT get to do, I was happy at first, but now when I think of it, it was kind of wasted that I did not get to go. Bah heart pain number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were stuck at camp one, what did we do to all the rations? We had to field cook at the beach. It was okay la, I've had worst field cookings. Nadh broke her fast and we had a romantic dinner eating half cooked rice, together with sardines, tuna, anchovies and curry chicken all mushed up in a cup. Sitting on the pavement with ants crawling up my shorts, sniffing the hazy air and staring at a boat in the middle of the sea.. with hazy lights far far away lighting the place up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when and where we had our circles. But I loved the supper that night. Barkerians gathered at the dorm, and we had a milo party. Twas fun, and messy. And I remember sleeping so well that night. Probably too tired la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day THREE- THE DAY WE HAD TO GO HIKING. BAH. Brought our bags(WAH THEY WEIGHED SO MUCH, I THINK I HAVE MUSCLES BY NOW) to the multi purpose hall and had flag raising. Mmmm, did much preparation and packing, and off we were to camp two. One thing's for sure, reaching the destination depended on Val and I, since we were the navigators. Felt loads of pressure, for one thing, we didn't want the group to suffer cos of our mistakes navigating. hehe. But thank God, we managed to reach camp two, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we were to wherever we had to be, which was the Granite Quarry! Hahaha Got lost halfway cos we didn't know which way to go.. Reached that place after almost 2 hours of hiking? Without our heavy bags this time, at least. Mmm Chiew Ling made us carry 8 pipes 4 barrels and 1 bucket of rope to the quarry.. as I've thought, we were gonna make a raft. hahahaha. At first we thought we had to do a jetty jump, turns out we were gonna do our &lt;em&gt;jetty jump &lt;/em&gt;at the quarry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quarry was so nice!!!!! Clear water! Ahhhhh bestest reward after hiking for sooooo loooooooooonggg......... I swear I didn't want to get out of the quarry after all that. It's such a nice place to be in. Plus, we won't get to go there again, unless I get to go for another OBS camp(which I don't think I want to, unless I'm way way way fitter than I am now).. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh after all that, we walked all the way back to camp two.. talking to nadh helped alot cos we didn't feel tired after that. At camp two, we did field cooking for dinner and yeah, camp whored after that waiting for our sea expedition briefing. Hahaha Barker is love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, oh then we had to sleep at the main purpose hall, which was infested with mosquitos, cos i got bitten so much, i woke up in the middle of the night, just to scratch my bitten feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day FOUR - Woke up early, packed our stuff onto the boat, and waited for almost 2 hours later before we embarked on our expedition. I got tired before even reaching the swamp area. but hey, having nadh for a partner puts aside all the tiredness cos we gossipped all the way through the swamp area. OH! the swamp was so cool, cos we passed by  kampungs and TOILETS! hahahaha eeeewwww... imagine seeing floating faeces! hahahaha. And the water smelt like shit ah. hahahaa. We kayaked for 6 1/2 hours! yay ;D and I', at least two tones darker, how about that? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching camp ONE! was the best feeling ever, I felt so happy setting foot on solid ground. Wah happy(: the haze was back by then. Yeah.. so erm, did the washing and carrying the kayaks to the washing area. Felt for fibre glass on our hands and legs. Haha we were lucky cos we didnt get burnt so much, compared to group one. Plus! We COMPLETED our expedition! Yay group 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a PROPER dinner at night, which felt sooooooo gooooood.... and sleeping was the BEST feeling, ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day FIVE! - YAY LAST DAY!!!!!!! Did some high element thing, where we had to say out our goals or something. Stupid PEAKS profiling thinger. Hahah I remembered having to sit for two hours in Vinson having to hear some PEAKS theory shit. Bah, totally boring. The high element was cooooooool, hahaha and I love belaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMM yeah, well thats about it. Headed for school after all that. Said our farewells, bye bye barker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh that was OBS. I'm not gonna talk about what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy, gotta mug for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116140335113750769?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116140335113750769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116140335113750769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116140335113750769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116140335113750769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-from-obs-alhamdulillah.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116092215658494895</id><published>2006-10-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:22:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This shall be my last post till I get back from obs. Pray for my safety okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, shall miss my tabby wabby for five days. HAhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;AND ATI, ENJOY YOUR MOVIE MARATHON OKAY hehe. LOVE YOU BABE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116092215658494895?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116092215658494895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116092215658494895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116092215658494895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116092215658494895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-shall-be-my-last-post-till-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116088451674740415</id><published>2006-10-15T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:55:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAYY!! AT IFTARR!! I!! SAWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO MANY BABIES&amp;TODDLERS! OMG THERE WAS AN ABUNDANCE OF THEM!! I was soooooo happy I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were new additions to the Woodi family(and theres more on the way!!), Abg Along and Kak Ijah's son, ZAHIN! Who was totallyyy adorable! And there was Danish, Mahirah, YUSUF(HE'S SO CUTE AND CHUBBY LA OMG)! There were also the twins, Wardina and Waheeda, WHO LOOKED SO PRETTY! Just like their older twin sisters. Bahahah. Then there were the toddlers. Hakim, Ilyas, Taufik, Mursyidah, Farzanah, Syazani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik was being his usual shy self at frst, then he slowly overcame his initial shyness and salam-ed me. Oh then when everyone was about to go home, Ilyas(my nephew) went around salaming people. Then he came to taufik(who is Ilyas' uncle, hence my cousin), first they salam-ed each other. HAHA. Then dear Ilyas went up to taufik and kissed him on the lips! I was laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaffing like mad. And Taufik was all shy(and smitten). I kept asking who kissed him and where, he was so shy when he answered. Ah so cuteeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooooooove toddlers wheeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116088451674740415?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116088451674740415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116088451674740415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116088451674740415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116088451674740415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterdayy-at-iftarr-i-saww-soooo-many.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116075049395478570</id><published>2006-10-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:41:35.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, as I've said earlier, has been an emotional emotional day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the 100 smiles project. I guess it's something to be happy about? Yeah. No matter what we both are winners k? (: 1D&amp;E had the best designs ah(not 1F cos they handed in late! no fairrrr). We rock! Cos we sacrificed alot of our time(and money) for this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116075049395478570?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116075049395478570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116075049395478570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116075049395478570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116075049395478570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-as-ive-said-earlier-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116075010059347491</id><published>2006-10-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:14:01.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;Was.&lt;br /&gt;Full.&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Full.&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;Events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my results back, I'm kind of glad(?) and kind of sad at the same time. But Alhamudilallah, I'm thankful for the marks I got. Mmm, now I don't feel I was being mocked by my lang arts teacher anymore. I passed Malay(for the first time, everrrrrr) for paper 2!! I almost failed paper one, but cikgu said she was being nice so she didn't , ahw i love cikgu(more than her PW group) bahaha, okay nvm. Joke tak menjadi. Eh, I passed chem, but failed the other two, by teeny weeny marks. :P Physics gone case ah so I don't really mind, but BIO!!!! I failed by 2 marks :'( wah heart pain ah heart painnnn. Needless to say, I failed math miserably. I'm a miserable wreck who sucks at maths.. Ah help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there was open house today. Helped cikgu with the open house malay board(yes &lt;em&gt;TA students&lt;/em&gt; doing up the &lt;em&gt;Malay&lt;/em&gt; board) which looked totally fab! BAHAHA. For something cikgu gave last minute, we did a great job ah, pretty! LOL. Open house. The atmosphere was pretty hectic, other than that, I paraded around school looking like an orange with black patches. Mmm, watched Aida's performance, and the MCS band. Took loadsa narcissistic photos, as usual. Then nadhirah misplaced her wallet! Ahw, lucky she found it G.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some passes at the D area, hahaha, I felt so awkward holding the stick. Now my joints feel so sore.. feels as though they're coming off anytime soon. But I miss hockey muchoes, from the smelly pads to the long long running distances to the tall tall buildings we climbed to the late nights playing in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tiring myself, I'm in no moooood to go for OBS, I haven't touched my backpack. I have yet to take a look at my 5-day packlist. Bah. I hate them for organising the camp during the fasting month, grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing at the D-area till almost 5++.. We went to MCS room, to feel some aircon! baha, Yeah then I waited till 6 for him, in the end I went off on my own. Warghahahahaha. I no comments ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's flying of to SF tomorrow, :) Was nice of him to get me fishsoup for buka. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah.&lt;br /&gt;Selamatz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Today has been an emotionally challenging day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116075010059347491?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116075010059347491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116075010059347491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116075010059347491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116075010059347491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116065079033856742</id><published>2006-10-12T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:59:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That cold bandung drink looks oh so tempting.. it's mocking me, i can tell. ahhhhhhhhhh.. but no, i'll persevere, i can do this. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, my limbs are aching from all the walking, sitting and doing yoga. I can feel my bones contracting(can they?) and all that shannanigans la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas fun, today. Had yoga, which was pure torture. My body's gonna ache, everywhere! But company was great. Atiqah tapped on my ankle, and I fell like a rotten jackfruit. I don't know what got into me today, I was almost late for school, but I didn't want to disappoint Nadh, so I came to her rescue and came to school. Then when I reached school I thought I had my phone with me, but noooooo it was at home. Then when I wanted to take out my camera, there was no memory card inside! WAH, today my stupid day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yoga, (i smelled bad cos i perspired so much) i went home immediately, cos i feel so lost without my phone, not that I actually use it ever minute, but without my phone i feel so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to AMK aft that to meet KMA. haha gosh, how much I miss them. Twas tiring, walking around geylang(again! warghahaa. i went with nadh yesterday!). hahaha, i can't wait for jalan raya now lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay i seriously need a footbath. toodz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imissyouso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116065079033856742?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116065079033856742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116065079033856742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116065079033856742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116065079033856742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-cold-bandung-drink-looks-oh-so.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116057645176043456</id><published>2006-10-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:20:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to be narcissistic, so I took photos of myself and my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I promised not to put my brother's pic on the net, but I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mr handsome. He can cook, is an athletic and probably smart too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda gay, in a cute kind of way. Sad to say he's 13, too old to be called cute. He can cook too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's me, totally narcissistic shot of myself. I'm sorry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/IMG_0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Minah. She's to blame for all the scratches on my hands and tablet.  Totally cute, but I found two kutus on her the other time. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/Syl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's mister sylvester, totally adorable little plushie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha tomorrow got school and got yoga! i'm wondering why they asked us to bring towels, are we gonna be wrapped around with towels and locked up in a sauna? cos i seriously hope not. but i wouldnt mine ah, cos i can lose weight! bahahahaha. i suggest lt3(without air con) would be a good place. wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dah, good night(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116057645176043456?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116057645176043456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116057645176043456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116057645176043456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116057645176043456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-decided-to-be-narcissistic-so-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116056676061168555</id><published>2006-10-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:39:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Fir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you to know I care about you. And for me to know that you're not feeling well, doubled how much I care about you. I know you read my posts, and you might be thinking I'm having &lt;em&gt;fun &lt;/em&gt;while you are sick. To tell you the truth, I never once forgot about you. As I've said before, I never once did, and I never will. And I just want you to know that, I pray for you to get better, always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116056676061168555?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116056676061168555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116056676061168555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116056676061168555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116056676061168555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-fir-i-want-you-to-know-i-care.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116053223342783071</id><published>2006-10-11T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:35:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey baby when we are together, doing things that we love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to run away baby, you're the one I need tonight..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Shayne Ward, you have such a nice voice and you sing such a nice song, and you let people like me feel melancholic.. ahwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No promises.. baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just want to die in your arms here tonight..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school tomorrow! YOGA baby! I can't wait for SATURDAY TOO! Hockey finals(which I think I can't make it..) cos I got.. IFTAR! So exciting! But sadly, my dad's flying off to San Fransisco in the morning.. lalala. He won't be back till after I get back from OBS! Which is next week! :O And I have no mood to tire myself for OBS, I haven't even prepared anything yet. Oh noo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Wah my legs are tired from all the walking i tells ya. Hahaha but I had fun with Nadh finding her dendeng and her PINK KATIRA! and we were &lt;em&gt;kacau-ed &lt;/em&gt;by the uncles asking us to buy their stuff. typical, haha and to think its during the fasting month. tsk tsk. and then.. we met NADIAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i'm gonna.... rest till buka(: yay!&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116053223342783071?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116053223342783071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116053223342783071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116053223342783071'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/1600/Taufik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/320/Taufik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahha! TAUFIK BATISAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;the best i could get using a mediocre phone lalalala :D&lt;br /&gt;totally cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116045323248823936?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116045323248823936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116045323248823936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116045323248823936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116045323248823936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahahaahha-taufik-batisaaaaaaaaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116040357338442815</id><published>2006-10-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:19:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRST AND FOREMOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who are taking their last(or second last) paper tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;trust me, the feeling is good after them dreadful papers. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wah so short"&lt;br /&gt;wah thanks ah ms rabiah, that really helped alot. totally boosted my morale. hah. that was what she said to me when she saw my history paper. sorry la, history i cannot do. tough tough(for me at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had fun with you guys. thanks for making my day(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116040357338442815?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116040357338442815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116040357338442815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116040357338442815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116040357338442815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-and-foremost-all-best-to-those.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116030354592851911</id><published>2006-10-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:08:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want right now is a big big hug from nadh or atiqah or dinie or aida or warda or diyanah or huda or someone who means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said,&lt;br /&gt;I never once thought how mundane history can get. It's so boring, I'm counting down till the last slides! I'm longing for a girls' night(or afternoon) out, after puasa, or on wednesday. I can't wait for Tuesday cos I'm going out with diy! I miss eating at Harbourfront. Yay Thaksin beef noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm,&lt;br /&gt;I smell laksa, I can't wait for buka! :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope my horrible stinking shark's meat(people in Iceland EAT ROTTEN sharks' meat! can you believe it? and worst still, it smells of pee!) case of moodswing would wear off by then, then I can happily continue reading about Germany. (oh how much i dreaaaaaad history......i'm so gonna drop it next year, even if you bribe me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay toodles:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116030354592851911?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116030354592851911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116030354592851911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116030354592851911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116030354592851911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116027872671381497</id><published>2006-10-08T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:38:46.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm left with mugging for the rest of the day. Shucks I hate that word. I hate the person who came up with that word. I hate that word. That word saddens me. It just does. I'm such an anti-social these days. Lock(the non-existent door) myself in my room, sleeping or staring at the ceiling. Being anti-social's kinda fun once in a while. I don't understand how I define fun, but I guess it makes me happy, just stoning in my room, staring at the pretty pink walls(which I painted!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby, do you know how much i long for you to be by my side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116027872671381497?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116027872671381497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116027872671381497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116027872671381497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116027872671381497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-left-with-mugging-for-rest-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116026225926882105</id><published>2006-10-08T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:04:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAG REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;(long time since i did this :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUDEEE:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, thanks babes, ah i miss you! *big hug" jia hao jia hao pun ke obs ye? eh best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh: thanks you too okay. eh we all fall sick tgt, then no need to go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fawaz: baha. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinie: HAHA yeah the brother totally cute ah, but i cannot stand the story! so annoyyinnggg. :P and yes, i think teachers mock me, behind my back. ahahaha im paranoid yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahd: yaaaaaa NSYNC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadiaaaaaaaah: haha sme! i got westlifeeee! i dont know who i got them from, hahaha probably atiqah. anyhooos must watch if only, super touching ah:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY:D dah.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up the whole of last night, doing geog. mak oi, punya laaaaahhhhh boring. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye bye, i got stomach ache ah why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116026225926882105?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116026225926882105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116026225926882105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116026225926882105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116026225926882105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/tag-replies-long-time-since-i-did-this_08.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-116017815809801718</id><published>2006-10-07T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T07:42:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's just me, or it's the air, or if it's really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel so.. lost? I think so, yeah. I feel lost. So lost. Lost. See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for promos to be over as quickly as possible(actually it is passing by pretty pretty fast, for me at least) and hoping things would get better. But by the looks of it, I'm doubting things would be &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I just cursed. Astaghfirlahaazim. You're fasting Izyan, don't curse. Astaghfirlahalazim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;object of my utter hatred&lt;/span&gt; is my tablet now, not only does it distract me. But it's so annoying. I'm complaining now, but I'll &lt;em&gt;realise&lt;/em&gt; later that I should be thankful, bla bla bla, which is true la. I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;fortunate that I have my own laptop, and I don't need to use the house computer, which has officially gone off its rockers for its own good. Now can't go internet ah. See la, this is what happens when I count on my brothers to &lt;em&gt;take good care&lt;/em&gt; of that machine. I remembered vividly, "No games, no online games" haha. But I don't know why it's so hard for them to refrain themselves. I mean, they have an XBOX! Tell me if that's not enough to entertain them? I realised they're starting to hog this little machine too. According to my brother, he wants to use it to chat. Okay so I believe him. But once I let them use, I don't know. I guess i have to count on trust from having suspicions of their doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get, why I give in to them so much. I can't recollect them being nice to me. But I can definitely remember them being ungrateful towards me. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of my affection(which also happens to be the title of a book I'm currently reading) is that widdle sylvester. I guess that's the only &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Bah, when can I ever get better. I don't want to go to the docs cos they're expensive(the good ones at least) and they might just ask me to break fast. I don't want to waste any of my ramadhan days, cos I might, just might have to not fast during OBS, which is totally UNFAIR. But I'm counting the good company and I pray that God will give us five the strength to pull through those five days. (: And I pray that my cough and booger problem will bid farewell soon. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm left with HUMANSSSSSSSS! TWO MORE PAPERS AND I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, for now. Cos I still got MADRASAH EXAMS! RAHAHA. AND THIS TIME I REALLY REALLY HOPE I GET GOOD GRADES FOR MADRASAH! Cos I can't afford getting six again... it's very demoralizing. But I guess it's a lesson I am to learn. Which is, I shouldn't slack nor take things for granted, thinking that they will turn out &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; cos &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; i put effort into it, insyaAllah it will turn out good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I better get going.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-116017815809801718?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/116017815809801718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=116017815809801718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116017815809801718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/116017815809801718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know-if-its-just-me-or-its-air.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115987833203657827</id><published>2006-10-03T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:25:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've nothing to blog about. Just that I've been sleeping a whole lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, exams started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for it to end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus! There's no school tomorrow! Ole ole ole oleeeee, which means, I can mug(BAH I HATE THIS WORDDDDDDD) whats left of the 3 sciences. Haha Which is craaaazy to have all THREE sciences on one day, no im not complaining. hahaha im greatful although its crazy, cos this means lesser exam days nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im left with sciences, humans and one more language....MALAY bahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115987833203657827?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115987833203657827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115987833203657827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115987833203657827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115987833203657827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115980383638470062</id><published>2006-10-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:44:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, if I watch another episode of Hikmah I can go mad, probably dye my hair blonde.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO ANA IN THE ENDDD, BUT I can't stand the annoying storyline that never seems to have an ending. One problem leads to another. And I SERIOUSLY think the family has got nothing better to do. Day in day out, all they do is try to rid Ana from the house. First the guy loses his memory, next the family goes beserk, blaming the wife for bringing bad luck. Ohho, then the wife's mom causes more problems(cause you see, she's money face la.) then now, the husband(who lost his memory) is fighting with his brother, cause he thinks that his brother has an affair with his wife. WTF. im so &amp;*@&amp;amp; annoyed. I can't believe people HAVE THE TIME to come up with all of these. And people like me waste  2 hours of my supposed study time to watch. HOHO. And I still have the cheek to watch it....... No matter how ^&amp;*%^&amp;amp;* i can get, watching that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, the more i hate something, the more i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to admit, I have given in. I got addicted to that show, somehow i hate falling in love with it, then again i hate myself for not falling in love with it, if i had not. No matter how cynical I can get when it comes to drama series, I'm a sucker for this one. Hikmah must watchhhhh. but must got alot of patience ah, cos there's advertisement every 5minutes. Which adds to the annoying atmosphere watching the show ah. Not only is the story irritating, the adverts keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm getting confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared. Tomorrow's Language arts. I can hear the laughter of the teachers reading my essay at the back of my head, cos they're mocking me(trust me, i'm that paranoid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115980383638470062?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115980383638470062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115980383638470062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115980383638470062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115980383638470062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-swear-if-i-watch-another-episode-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115963521349102852</id><published>2006-10-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:53:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Songs on my exam blues playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan terindah&lt;br /&gt;Break it off&lt;br /&gt;Temperature&lt;br /&gt;Hips dont lie&lt;br /&gt;I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;You give me wings&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts like love&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're age old songs, but classics are the best ah sometimes. Who still listens to westlife? haha I loooove them. What ever happened to all the boybands? Like A1 and Nsync?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, Nadh got me addicted to No Promises(!!), that song is so sweet. I bruise easily is also nice... Songs like these keep playing on my comp. I think I played No Promises mor e than 30 times today :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I can't wait for the next If Only telecast on Star Movies ah, I'm craving for sweet touching movies! Nadh, we watch together okay? Then can cry tgt :P haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wasted my study break, cos all i did was sleep and whine and sleep and whine. My body decided to go against my will to mug, so I slept most of the time. Like today, I slept on math, and yesterday, I slept the minute i got home from school, and like on thursday i didn't go terawih cos of my flu. But I guess it's better to get sick now than during the exams itself (: Wheee positivity there, hahaha good improvement ah izyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and my dad turns 44 today, which makes him erm, a year older! Happy birthday to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well erm, Happy Birthday to him and Nadhirah!, and Selamat Menjalani Peperiksaan Akhir tahun to all(: Somehow it sounds much better in malay than in engrish. Happy Exams all (;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115963521349102852?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115963521349102852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115963521349102852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115963521349102852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115963521349102852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/10/songs-on-my-exam-blues-playlist-no.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115961748805834500</id><published>2006-09-30T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:58:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/1600/Moma%20bae%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/320/Moma%20bae%20008.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY 44th BIRTHDAY BABA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115961748805834500?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115961748805834500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115961748805834500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115961748805834500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115961748805834500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-44th-birthday-baba.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115947725251195127</id><published>2006-09-29T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T05:02:32.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I might just give up trying to show how much I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;every word i say, every breath i take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything i see, reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you, i really do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but, i don't knw, maybe this &lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt; isn't doing us good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i'm just paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115947725251195127?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115947725251195127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115947725251195127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115947725251195127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115947725251195127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-might-just-give-up-trying-to-show.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115947702174217317</id><published>2006-09-29T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T04:57:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lemme seee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Nadh, tomorrow's her birthday, which makes mine, TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to us ramadhan babies  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115947702174217317?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115947702174217317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115947702174217317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115947702174217317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115947702174217317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/lemme-seee.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115944736837485817</id><published>2006-09-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:42:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my immune system has surrendered&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i'm sorry i made you feel that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115944736837485817?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115944736837485817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115944736837485817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115944736837485817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115944736837485817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-immune-system-has-surrendered-im.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115941099378329942</id><published>2006-09-28T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:32:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think, I'm falling sick *pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, the NADIYANTIs buka-ed together. Oh yeah, might be wondering who NADIYANTIs are right, nadhirah, dinie, izyan, atiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so much, I think I'm falling sick, either that or the air was suffocating yesterday, did anyone notice? Must be the haze? Cos I kinda got home breathless ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday, after breaking fast at east point, had to make my way to Potong Pasir. Was doubting my courage to go there alone but I made it anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt a lesson ah, when trying to pray, don't have dinie or atiqah around. HAHA. they made me laugh like craaaaap yesterday. bahhh they were sooo crappy, i almost peed. and nadh and i were laughing ah, we batal-ed our solat three times I think. Funny people, I can't stand it. Oh then out of nowhere, b****jjah and izyandahlapar came and the terjuntai-juntai peribahasa. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, had a great company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115941099378329942?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115941099378329942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115941099378329942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115941099378329942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115941099378329942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-im-falling-sick-pouts-anyhoos.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115932727641511621</id><published>2006-09-27T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:29:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbX-q8EbDuo" 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/17723108-115932727641511621?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115932727641511621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115932727641511621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115932727641511621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115932727641511621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115906870226815723</id><published>2006-09-24T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:31:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And Happy 2 months, dearie! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just realised this morning that every one else was fasting, and happy me took a packet of cake and ate it... then i went to the kitchen and had my breakfast. I forgot to throw the cake wrapper I just ate and got a scolding. WOOPs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha. And I realised last night I didn't get that usual dream I always get the day before fasting. The dream goes like this. It's either I'm in school or at home, but usually the dream takes place in school. It's the first day of the fasting month. I go to school. And I go to the canteen, and get myself food. Then I'll finally realise that it's fasting month, and feel all regretful.. hahaha. weird how it sounds, but I always get this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gotta catch up with some math ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115906870226815723?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115906870226815723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115906870226815723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115906870226815723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115906870226815723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/selamat-berpuasa-and-happy-2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115901754946856096</id><published>2006-09-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:19:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA SEMUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's sad that I can't fast tomorrow, but it's okay. I'll wait till the day I actually can :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ramadhan. Peaceful nights, terawihs. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115901754946856096?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115901754946856096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115901754946856096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115901754946856096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115901754946856096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/selamat-berpuasa-semua-its-sad-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115892636908449684</id><published>2006-09-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:01:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy FOURTEENTH Putera Sally! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;love you to bits and pieces:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm, aniways, nothing much to update about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu was being such a love today. Not only did we have 2 periods of fruitful discussion, she even brought a banquet of CHOCOLATE stuffs to class! First she gave us this REALLY SUPER DUPER NICE chocolate cake, with chocolate fudge all over. Then, she let us discuss the karangan topic in class. And being the usual NOISY bunch, we talked and talked. I had a great lunch too, went to MACS with Aida, Atiqah and Dinie. Haha, and we had to rush back to school, cos we only had 10 minutes left. Haha, funny stuff. Mmmm, then she gave us famous amos chocolate brownies! I still have the box with me, buat kenangan. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. Then I had this splitting head ache, which literally split my head into two. The pain was on the left side, and it spread to the neck. Probably cos I lack of sleep, then it caused the headache, cos it's now gone, after I slept on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. do you still &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115892636908449684?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115892636908449684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115892636908449684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115892636908449684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115892636908449684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-fourteenth-putera-sally-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115880921661710702</id><published>2006-09-21T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:26:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ack, as much as I want my period to come, I hate it when I have cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mr Lim, although he can get a bit weird at times. Ah, it's nice of him to give me an extention for that assignment. I spent the WHOLE night yesterday trying to do it, but I could only get through question 1. :'( I love Miss Choo too, no matter how much I hate physics. I know I did horribly for that test yesterday. I couldn't answer a single question at all, and I guess she read that note I wrote at the corner of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has gotten in to me. Some kind of depressed bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115880921661710702?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115880921661710702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115880921661710702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115880921661710702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115880921661710702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/ack-as-much-as-i-want-my-period-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115875222087031365</id><published>2006-09-20T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:37:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Terlindung dari nyata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku semata-mata berpura-pura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;okay dah. I've heard enough for one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115875222087031365?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115875222087031365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115875222087031365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115875222087031365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115875222087031365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/terlindung-dari-nyata-aku-semata-mata.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115872913482112013</id><published>2006-09-20T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:12:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so confused&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this massive brain block&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm numbed, am neither sad, nor happy, nor angry....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm feeling right now, which is ironic, cos I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;So is confusion a feeling? Or just a state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, I hate where I am now. I think everything is starting to come crumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Cos truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;the above doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;im confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115872913482112013?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115872913482112013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115872913482112013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115872913482112013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115872913482112013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-so-confused-im-having-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115867513374742311</id><published>2006-09-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:12:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115867513374742311?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115867513374742311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115867513374742311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115867513374742311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115867513374742311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-rain-on-your-skin-no-one-else-can.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115867483697614392</id><published>2006-09-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:07:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physics test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. I can't wait actually, to get it over and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115867483697614392?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115867483697614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115867483697614392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115867483697614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115867483697614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/physics-test-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115858982814563098</id><published>2006-09-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:37:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling mean, and very much helpless. cos there's no one to see how unjust my brothers are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, specifically mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insensitive&lt;br /&gt;rude&lt;br /&gt;supposedly matured, hah bullshit - a 13 year old who has a girlfriend(???) hah, i got to pity her&lt;br /&gt;mmm, and has no respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they care about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they say appreciate the little things I do for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;. And not even a thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;Called me in the middle of nowhere, sounding so rude, started saying a whole load of vulgarities, just so that i'd buy him glue for his stupid(HAH) project. And when I actually bought for him four packets, he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;didn't even say&lt;/span&gt; thank you. I used my allowance to get him those things, and now he's complaining about how stupid i am for buying the wrong thing(what an asshole, how would i know that bloody thing doesnt work? stupid ass). AH, what a bastard ah, &lt;s&gt;go suck your dick &lt;/s&gt;go play with your stupid toys and dont disturb me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all he does all day is brag on and on about how he'll tell my mom i have a boyfriend. HAH. if that's the reason he dares to disrespect me, then im sorry, cos thats childish ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm your stupid sister,&lt;br /&gt;who helps you when you dont know how to use the powerpoint or anything else along that line&lt;br /&gt;who does not threaten to tell your mom(and mine too) of the stupid things you have in your phone and that you have a gf(but who gives about him and his gf anws....)&lt;br /&gt;who does your homework for you&lt;br /&gt;who speaks up for you, cos you are too scareeddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;Annoying little brothers,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish they'd change&lt;br /&gt;At least for the better, and not any worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much i need atiqah right now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so she'd give them a lecture on human rights..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-17723108.post-115843080275775695</id><published>2006-09-17T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:20:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At 2 am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I'm having chem lessons&lt;br /&gt;And I actually &lt;em&gt;understan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. 500 more words to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with buffer &lt;br /&gt;:D whee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115843080275775695?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115843080275775695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115843080275775695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115843080275775695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115843080275775695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-2-am-in-morning-im-having-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115840374696375103</id><published>2006-09-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:49:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love his voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehkilR5VwA4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayang, yang sudah tu sudah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115840374696375103?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115840374696375103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115840374696375103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115840374696375103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115840374696375103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-his-voice-sayang-yang-sudah-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115837425842051735</id><published>2006-09-16T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:37:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waking up on a saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I don't have anything to rush about&lt;br /&gt;Nor worry, for now&lt;br /&gt;Is the best feeling, ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Having to find myself in such a horrible state&lt;br /&gt;Watery eyes, blocked runny nose, sore limbs and throat&lt;br /&gt;my jaw felt so.... i don't know, felt as though someone slapped me hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally.. sighing in relief&lt;br /&gt;Cos the first week just ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;crucial week is yet to come, 2 more weeks, just 2 more&lt;br /&gt;And where am I in study world?&lt;br /&gt;ONLY, and I repeat, ONLY at physics&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I need to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I just want to take this saturday off&lt;br /&gt;And embrace the feeling of having no PROJECTS to worry about&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, I only have ONE, I REPEAT, ONEEEEE left.&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of having all the load being taken off yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Wah, the feeling was damn shiok ah&lt;br /&gt;I could feel myself almost 10kg lighter&lt;br /&gt;Then later,&lt;br /&gt;I just HAD to gorge down fries and apple pie&lt;br /&gt;haha nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, catch Titian Minda at Suria&lt;br /&gt;9 30 i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115837425842051735?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115837425842051735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115837425842051735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115837425842051735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115837425842051735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/waking-up-on-saturday-morning-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115781994710218525</id><published>2006-09-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:39:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sudah tu sudah - Imran Ajmain &lt;em&gt;(AH His voice is sooo hawwwwt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, kau pernah bercinta,&lt;br /&gt;dan menyerah segala pada seseorang jejaka,&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah, terlintas di kalbu,&lt;br /&gt;mana sebenarnya ada udang di sebalik batu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlepaslah peluang pertama,&lt;br /&gt;untuk kasih mesra,&lt;br /&gt;apa yang engkau tertunggu-tunggu,&lt;br /&gt;mengapa terburu-buru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, yang sudah tu sudah,&lt;br /&gt;Nangis tidak berlagu, lagi&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, yang sudah tu sudah,&lt;br /&gt;Bunga tiada bermadu, lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini, kau sudah dewasa,&lt;br /&gt;Jangan terlalu lama memikirkan apa yang sudah,&lt;br /&gt;Terjadi, dalam dunia cinta,&lt;br /&gt;Yang patah pasti tumbuh,&lt;br /&gt;Yang hilang pasti berganti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap ini, jadi satu pelajaran bagi mu,&lt;br /&gt;Berhati-hati, bila kau bercinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, yang sudah tu sudah,&lt;br /&gt;Nangis tidak berlagu, lagi&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, yang sudah tu sudah,&lt;br /&gt;Bunga tiada bermadu, lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee I likes this song tooooo&lt;br /&gt;And I got to hear him sing live!! *screams* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115781994710218525?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723108.post-115781963177867361</id><published>2006-09-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:33:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sesucinya Cintamu - Anuar Zain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapatku membayangkan&lt;br /&gt;Dari senyum bibirmu itu&lt;br /&gt;Terlindung dari nyata&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu semua&lt;br /&gt;Terucap kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;Bisikan seluhur hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Ku percaya jua&lt;br /&gt;Sesucinya cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku kagumi sinar&lt;br /&gt;Matamu yang ayu&lt;br /&gt;Bundarnya&lt;br /&gt;Cantiknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wajahmu sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penyejuk rasa (i don't know why, but i kinda like this phrase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Selembut hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Menjadiku bertambah sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senangnya hati kini&lt;br /&gt;Sejak bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu dan bermesra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sering menghibur duka&lt;br /&gt;Biar masa berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayang dipahatkan&lt;br /&gt;Ku percaya suci cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahwww..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115781963177867361?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115781963177867361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115781963177867361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115781963177867361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115781963177867361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/sesucinya-cintamu-anuar-zain-dapatku.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115772534836384087</id><published>2006-09-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:22:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have buckloads of stuffffs to do, but this won't hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUTERA SALLY TAGGED ME:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title for each question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 people at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts like love - Daniel Bedingfield, hmmmmmmmmmmm i feel lovesick? heart pain ah heart pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Membebaniku - Peterpan, i guess so, but it'll be a tough.. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat - Peterpan, haha this is apt ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Hantaran Puteri Gunung Warisan - Dikir Temasek, LOOOOL I don't want to be like Puteri Gunung Ledang. She didn't get married to the Sultan right? hmmm Which means? Or maybe, I'll get a smart husband. Haha okay enough already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Can't help falling - Swim Shadys, hahah I was hoping for it to be Because you live by Jesse. Haha I guess not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Hips dont lie - shakira, WAHAHAHAHA. OMGGGG I'M A HOT SPANISH BABE. right :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;tell laura i love her - ricky nelson, omg dont ask how that song got there, i dont knowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;she's a rebel - greenday, hahaha they're rocking rebels. wooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;langit tak mendengar - peterpan, i'm probably gonna be stuck listening to peterpan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;halfway home - jason mraz, i never liked being at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;since u been gone - kelly clarkson, hmmm yeah. somehow this makes sense. they left me, but im greatful to still have my dad's mom around, i love her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;START OF SOMETHING NEW! - highschoolmusical. OMGG YES, it's like falling in love, all over again...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;when there was me and you - vanessa anne hudgens, hehehehe. yes i wished we were together, but i guess i had to go first? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;that la la la - rihanna. UHM, i have nooooooooooo ideaaaa... more like no comments, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;somebody needs you - westlife, hmmmmmmmmmmm yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;aku &amp;amp; bintang - peterpan, ala peterpan agn :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;worldplay - jason mraz, hmmmmmmmmmmm by going around the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;nobody's home - avril lavigne. mmmhmmm.. lemmee seeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;close - westlife. i have no idea what that means yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay thanks sally for tagging me, whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115772534836384087?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115772534836384087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115772534836384087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115772534836384087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115772534836384087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-buckloads-of-stuffffs-to-do-but.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115771923733733925</id><published>2006-09-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:40:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY AUNT IS SO SWEEEEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back from pasar malam, and bought us three burgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, she had to walk through the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115771923733733925?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115771923733733925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115771923733733925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115771923733733925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115771923733733925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-aunt-is-so-sweeeeet-she-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115771881568486452</id><published>2006-09-08T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:33:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EFF EYE ARE DEE EH YOU ES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil woman blogging from the comforts of her bedroom with a horrible case of... diarrhoa(HOWEVER YOU SPELL THIS WORD)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another afternoon of fun. It's like the icing on a cake, the cherry on a sundae.. or maybe hot fudge, cos chocolate rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, I got to spend my two days with the people I love.. wheee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, spent my whole afternoon with diyanah. Walked around Northpoint aimlessly. Brought back sweeeet sweeeet memories. Made me realise how much of a bitch I am for going to TJ, really. I'm such a horrible friend.. Who agrees, say I. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took so much photos, I could hardly count. The memory card was full in the end. If it had not been full, I would still be at her house now, camwhoring. Haha fun ahhh, I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran's friends were there too, so I selit in to get a group photo with them. Andersonians are tall. Diy's like, 165? And Imran's like 170! How much taller can they get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/1600/DIZY%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/320/DIZY%20089.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love DIZY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/1600/DIZY%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/320/DIZY%20103.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diyanah! i love the yellow background, she looks so emo. pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/1600/DIZY%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2284/457/320/DIZY%20101.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. emoooo tak menjadiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I met effe eye are ate &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;bustop. Was really nice of him to come allllll the way here, considering that he lives soooo far away. I'm so touched, I can't stand it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked aimlessly, again. Haha sat at the library while looking for SEJARAH MELAYU(RAHHH), couldnt find it so I borrowed a book about Oregon(thats where my bro's gf lives, hahahahaha. I still cant believe he has one there. hmmmm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm officially in love with those mini Lucidol wax at Watsons'. It's so small and cute. I'm gonna get one of each. It's like Ben and Jerry's ice cream, only not eatable. Haha sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the sejarah melayu book at tampines library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND WHEN I WAS QUEUEING FOR 72..&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy next to me. OMG i swear he was trying to hit on me or something. He gave me this seriously cheeky look, gave me the shivers so badd... I officially hate chee ko peh and 229 bus uncles. NOT ONLY THAT, he sat right in front of facing me when i was on the bus. AH CREEPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. If not for that, I would have ended my day with a smile. Actually, I'm still smiling la. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee i love you. okay dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like falling in love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All over again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115771881568486452?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115771881568486452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115771881568486452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115771881568486452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115771881568486452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-eff-eye-are-dee-eh-you-es.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115769229857994408</id><published>2006-09-08T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:11:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz&lt;br /&gt;i've been sucha horrble &lt;s&gt;gf&lt;/s&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;%&amp;^*(%$%^&amp;amp;%&amp;*^%^$% blehhhh i gotta hate myself for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i is for idiot, and that is what i am&lt;br /&gt;im sorreehhhh&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/17723108-115769229857994408?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115769229857994408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115769229857994408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115769229857994408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115769229857994408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiz-ive-been-sucha-horrble-gffriend.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115760312545381785</id><published>2006-09-07T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:58:33.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mommmmmm! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You're turning..(let me do some math here..) 43! this year. Happy 43rd birthday mommmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Alrighty, so today's my mom's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm heading to Ang Mo Kio to meet DIYANAH!:) I'm sad that KMA outing got cancelled, but it's okay. I hope there's another one coming up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, i'm feeling awful today. Woke up late and from the wrong side of the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D aight, i better get movinnggggg hehe. tata:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115760312545381785?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115760312545381785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115760312545381785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115760312545381785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115760312545381785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-mommmmmm-d-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115754000712243472</id><published>2006-09-06T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:53:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I is for Idiot, and that is what I am&lt;br /&gt;J is for Jerk, and that is what you are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could tell that I'm bored, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115754000712243472?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115754000712243472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115754000712243472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115754000712243472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115754000712243472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-is-for-idiot-and-that-is-what-i-am-j.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115708346849347531</id><published>2006-09-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:04:28.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only source of cheering myself up is watching the videos below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh and esti just reminded me of the hang cheebye 229 bus driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHH i wanna kill him la, it was raining. Then nadh got on the bus first, i was behind.. THEN THE STUPID UNCLE CLOSED THE DOORS. waaaahhh sian la, haha. Then Esti and I were like, -_- I'm so sorry nadh. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why, I declare my war against selfish bus drivers, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE NICE NICE SMILING ONES (THOSE ON 72 ONES ARE NICE) ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115708346849347531?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115708346849347531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115708346849347531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115708346849347531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115708346849347531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiz-my-only-source-of-cheering-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115703126776619557</id><published>2006-08-31T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:39:44.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, I love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN4Ngystaoc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN4Ngystaoc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE AH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA KIDNAP HER CANNNNNN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to all TEACHERS, that includes me MOM(cos she's a teacher):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAYYYYY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the effort you've put in for this past 8 months. For putting up with my late works and silly replies in class. For answering my queries and being that older friend in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my mom,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to you complain how horrible your principal is, i feel you mom, and how you complain about how hard and tiring it is to be a teacher.. i guess teaching is not as easy as it seems huh. although you don't exactly teach me teach me, but you do teach me. Hahah okay i dont make sense, dah dah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm yeah, today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;teachers' day celeb was... ^&amp;*^&amp; as usual.. i loved the part when all the tjcians left the hall just before mass dance. haha tjcians are united, in the weirdest ways. i love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained a whole lot today, so me and nadh went to LJ to MAKAAAAN! I love shrimp&amp;fries+salsa cheese! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went to SKPS, took a LOOOOOOOOONG bus ride to seng kang on 87. Then I met the usual gang:D i missss themmm ahhhhhh. each and every one of them. compare it to last year's visit and last last years visit, i loved this year and last last years.. haha. i didn't get to see that fella though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan looks the same as ever. Didn't change one bit. Met JOANNNEEE:D, Martin, Zi Quan and Alwin. MARTIN SO TALL i can't stand it! haha. Kids got fascinated with his height. Poor thing that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bibs, syah, ira &amp; nazzzzz:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/theloves.jpg" width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them group of wonderful peoples who made my life in SKPS a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/eeezyan/soodaphizy.jpg" width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rocked kuehs(:&lt;br /&gt;bye loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115703126776619557?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115703126776619557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115703126776619557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115703126776619557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115703126776619557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-swear-i-love-this-girl-so-cute-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115694926385834676</id><published>2006-08-30T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:47:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the 2nd time this week, I reach home at 10.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. *faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad, compared to yesterday. After hockey, I remembered I had to get kuehs for today's presentation. So I went in search for kuehs. I saw this shop along changi road.. then i saw this green kueh, thinking it was putri salat. hahahaa. but i missed the bustop so i alighted at the next one which was faaaaaar away. i walked to the opposite bustop and took a bus till kembangan. afterwhich i walked across to the other side. i realised that i was at the mosque, thinking the shop would be near, i walked.. walked.. and walked.. it was so scary, cos i was alone. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally reached the shop, i found out that the green stuff that i saw from far wasn't putri salat! tough luck ah. i was stinking all over ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then after buying nasi lemak, i waited for the bus at the bustop in front of the shop. i waited, and waited.. along came 25. stupid bus didnt stop.. actually more like stupid me waited at the bustop where 25 doesnt stop. ahhh. what luck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to walk ALLL THE WAYYY back to the bustop before the one i was at. ahh which was like, another 5 mins walk? alone... ahhhhh... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY took a bus to hougang, then another bus to hougang mall, thinking i could make it in time before bengawan solo closes. i rushed, and once i reached the bottom the escalator, i walked a wee bit, and the moment i caught a glimpse at the shop, it JUST closed its shutter. AHHHHH stress ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went up to the 5th floor to magic wok, thinking that shop sold kuehs.. turns out it doesnt. ahhhh sad........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i reached home, i got lectured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh so sway i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today was great:D&lt;br /&gt;presentation's over.&lt;br /&gt;turns out there is a shop at bedok selling the kuehs.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh all the rush for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOODAPHIZYROCKS:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lang arts night was uhm, no comments cos it was good but the only spoiler was the drama. cos you know why? IT'S THE EXACT SAME REPLICA OF ANDERSON'S SYF PERFORMANCE! haiz. chun siand was fuming ah. i even rmbered the shit part and the living in death and dying in life or seomthing. haha but no doubt the performance was goood ah :D i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im REALLY sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh let this deprived girl get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy advanced birthday to my brother. ahh 13 at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok night:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115694926385834676?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115694926385834676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115694926385834676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115694926385834676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115694926385834676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-2nd-time-this-week-i-reach-home-at.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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-17723108.post-115677216479309728</id><published>2006-08-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:36:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nXtyY1fnLE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nXtyY1fnLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S SO CUTE I SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm outdated la.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ahhh so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i just want to eat her up! okay maybe not x)&lt;br /&gt;but nadh has other plans. kidnap her to alaska. &lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXLLm3AKL0s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXLLm3AKL0s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG SO CUTEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH KEEP TODDLERS AWAY FROM ME......&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTEE I CANT STAND ITX)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723108-115677216479309728?l=iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/feeds/115677216479309728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723108&amp;postID=115677216479309728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115677216479309728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723108/posts/default/115677216479309728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblogatthisplacecalled.blogspot.com/2006/08/shes-so-cute-i-swear-haha-im-outdated.html' title=''/><author><name>bleefied</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></feed>
