<?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-10029129</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:53:13.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dudettesiao</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-116852889172935571</id><published>2007-01-11T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:21:31.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch is sick</title><content type='html'>Instead of paying attention to what the teacher has to say, i ended up paying attention to my puny brain telling me i have to vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep going in  and out of the sick bay and i swear it smells like the hospital&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for putting up with my nonsense at school for the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if i had complained, whined, groaned, MOANED too many a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 16 BIRTHDAY TO AZMEER!&lt;br /&gt;HI OLDIE, I HOPE YOU SEE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, YOU'RE OLD HAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-116852889172935571?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/116852889172935571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=116852889172935571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/116852889172935571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/116852889172935571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#116852889172935571' title='sch is sick'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-116643217824534601</id><published>2006-12-18T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:56:18.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found</title><content type='html'>funny the number of times i've tried so hard to blog. but my stupid computer refuse to publish my post. so now i am in amira's uncle's shop borrowing the computer.&lt;br /&gt;and amira is right behind me using labtop and msning me. how pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama workshop was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;i love being a drama queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE DRAMA QUEEN:&lt;br /&gt;I lost something. Something precious that belongs to someone. But I lost them. And I thought of giving up, but somehow I am not going to let it go just yet. So Im sending a search and rescue team up to my brain and down to my heart to find what was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I LOVE to talk to myself in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-116643217824534601?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/116643217824534601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=116643217824534601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/116643217824534601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/116643217824534601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#116643217824534601' title='lost and found'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-116356320483681332</id><published>2006-11-14T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:27:16.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit hati</title><content type='html'>Things havent all that well for me this past few weeks. And im not the only one. My hopes were dashed and my mind was a mess and it may sound corny or cliche, but my heart shattered. Whatever it is, i still have my friends by my side to make my happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to GET SCREWED this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, i LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE jalan raya. The coming-home-late-at-night, the boys in baju melayu(quite hot u know D: ), the $$ ( cant deny that fact ), and the funny funny crazy wacky great moments. Oh, but most of those mony in envelopes are all in some cash register at some shop out there. IM A SPENDER. Sigh, would you care to give me a treat? NO? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im QUITE fucked up but i know i have someone that shares the same agony. I guess im playing a charade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, im all BORED now. As in, my holidays are BORING. SO PLEASE! IF ANYONNNEEEE, anyone at all wants to go out and dont mind having me around, please give me a call and invite me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to head to the library to borrow EMO books more often now. Actually, i read pretty predictable books. Those stories where you can predict the ending and if the girl will ever get her true love back at the end. SIGHS, GIRLY BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here's something you need to know about me. I am not a HAllmark card, ohh ahh romance, Valentiney love kind of person. My parents' divorce and my one other experience of love ( adam Peterson, who i really cared about. Okay, I told him i loved him. we hugged. Held hands. He told me i was beautiful. He told half the school we had sex ) has knocked the white-laced-veil vision right out of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love seems to be something to approach with caution, as if you'd come across a wrapped box in the middle of the street and have no idea what it contains. A bomb, maybe. Or a million dollars. I wasn't even sure what the meaning of the word was. LOVE? I loved my telescope. I loved looking out at the depth of the universe and contemplatingits whys. But love with someone else, an actual PERSON, was another matter. People got hurt doing that. People cried and wrapped their arms around themselves and rocked with loss. Loving words got turned to fierce, sharp, whip-cracks of anger that left permanent marks. At the LEAST, it disappointed you. At MOST, it damaged you. NO, THANK YOU." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Cassie, Wild Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" 'Oh cassie, nothing's that simple. very few things are the black-and-white. I wish they were. Nothing's a hundred percent good. Nothing's a hundred percent bad.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Okay, eighty-nine percent. If it's bad, get rid of it. Eight-nice percent is enough.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You're talking like a scientist,' she said (Cassie's Mom). 'Some things can't be measured. Let's say you love astronomy. But let's say it causes you some problems. Back pain, eye strain, I don't know.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We're talking mental anguis. Astronomy doesn't cause that.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What if it did? What if, say, I don't know. Maybe this isn't a good comparison. Say you couldnt get into school to study it. Say your maht skills werent good enough. Say you really had a struggle or something. What would you do?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Give it up.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'But you LOVE it.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It depends how much i love it versus how much pain,' I said. (Cassie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Love is not something that can be measured, Cassie. Sometimes love just IS. Sometimes it's a force with its own reasons. Reasons we don't necessarily understand, but with a power that is undeniable.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You sound like an After School Special.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom sighed. 'Fine. Never mind. Sometimes you can cattle rope your heart and someimes you can't, that is all.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Now you sound like a country-western song.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I'm shutting up with my motherly wisdom. You're on your own.' "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Conversation between Cassie and her mom, Wild Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-116356320483681332?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/116356320483681332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=116356320483681332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/116356320483681332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/116356320483681332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#116356320483681332' title='sakit hati'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115876127165853830</id><published>2006-09-20T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T07:07:51.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UBAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's 9.58pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In my hands is a strand of white hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Which my sister plucked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FROM MY HEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not only am i fat, short and down. I HAVE WHITE HAIR. WTF D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115876127165853830?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115876127165853830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115876127165853830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115876127165853830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115876127165853830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115876127165853830' title='UBAN'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115875950370093512</id><published>2006-09-20T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:39:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mooody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://mragot24.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/Greenday - Wake me up when september ends.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#FFFFFF;button:#330066;player_text:#330066;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; The Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;,in which i hide my thoughts and truest feelings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;September is the worst i think. I just dont like this month anymore. I used to look forward to it, but now i want it to end. I cannot cope and manage the difficulties i have any longer. But im trying my best, and the best i can do for myself is to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;I need to discipline myself. I need to learn how to say no. And, I need endorphines to make me forget this hard and fast paced world.&lt;br /&gt;I want amnesia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115875950370093512?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115875950370093512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115875950370093512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115875950370093512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115875950370093512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115875950370093512' title='mooody'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115866942216030468</id><published>2006-09-19T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T05:37:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEEEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND MY SKIN IS PEEEEELINNNNG! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115866942216030468?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115866942216030468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115866942216030468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115866942216030468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115866942216030468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115866942216030468' title='PEEEL'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115866904995158975</id><published>2006-09-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T05:30:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stress!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#3333FF" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://montalon.free.fr/radio.gratt/sounds/Simple Pan - Shut Up.rbs&amp;colors=body:#3333FF;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.T.R.E.S.S.E.D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EYE is really getting to me. Friday is the ENGLISH paper and i am not confident at all of even passing. AND ITS ENGLISH PAPER! And i cant believe i failed my English CA2. So, how am i to pass EYE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont know what else can i do besides studying hard and smart for these few weeks. And thats what I'll try to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TRY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But yesterday, i felt so tired and stressed out that i broke down. HAHA. Now i find it funny. But im so freakingly TIRED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T.I.R.E.D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115866904995158975?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115866904995158975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115866904995158975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115866904995158975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115866904995158975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115866904995158975' title='stress!!!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115846421182285621</id><published>2006-09-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:43:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday come birthday gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://caralampio.iespana.es/radio.blog/sounds/dido - thank you.swf&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#FFCCCC;button:#FFCCCC;player_text:#FF66CC;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;I have the GREATEST FRIENDS on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU LYANA, for calling, waking me up and wishing me.&lt;br /&gt;the day just wasnt complete without you there darrling :( but, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU AMIRA, for fetching me at my dootstep. and being the FIRSTT to wish me and to be there to celebrate with me. thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MAISARAH, for all the nasi bungkus, teh susu/tarik, and making me strip in front of you! HAHA. and for INFORMING and being there to celebrate with me. thanks alot :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU HAZIQ, for sacrificing your day to be there and celebrate it with me. for being the ONLY guy not wearing a WHITE shirt. terima kasih =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FIRDAUS, for being there to celebrate with me and putting my $5 back into my bag (UGHHHHH!). (: thankkkkks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU XUANHAN, for the cute tote! for walking ALLL THEE WAYYY from vs to reach east coast. and for all YOUR GAYYNESS and to be there. thank youu, meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU AZMEER, for everything and making my day a very special one. the bracelet is OHSO PRETTTY! for spending my first few hours being 15 on the phone and layaning my karenah. =D i ohso sayaaaang you! thankyouA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 09 2006 was a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;i found new best friends that would be there just for me.&lt;br /&gt;and CMON you guys, you didnt have to go through all that trouble for my birthday PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish came true and i have to thank all you people for that. So, THANK YOU for just being there to laugh and celebrate it with me.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I want to &lt;b&gt;thank you&lt;/b&gt; for giving me the &lt;u&gt;best day of my life&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;u&gt;just to be with you&lt;/u&gt; is having the &lt;b&gt;best day of my life&lt;/b&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115846421182285621?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115846421182285621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115846421182285621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115846421182285621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115846421182285621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115846421182285621' title='birthday come birthday gone.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115806869661032697</id><published>2006-09-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:58:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancedanceirrisistable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.mattchan.co.uk/site/radio.blog/sounds/Holly Valance - Kiss Kiss.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/cartoon!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/cartoon%21.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"XOXOXO MUAH! When you look at me, tell me what do you see. This is what you get, that's the way i am," &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look closer at the pictures. Can you recognize the each of the dollies?&lt;br /&gt;Still can't see? I show BIGGER picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/hldhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/hldhands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you tell me you dont recognize these dears, you commited a sin by lying already! HAHA. Amira with bun, Lyana with op shirt, Maisarah with paintbrush ponytail and me, THE OBVIOUS, the shortest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel whacky today. Actually, is there even a day when i am not?&lt;br /&gt;See this smile upon my face? Look closer. Observe.&lt;br /&gt;It's there because of all of you.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BECAUSE OF&lt;/span&gt; my family, my friends, my new friends and you.&lt;br /&gt;And, it's there &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=D KISS KISS!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE, HUSNA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115806869661032697?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115806869661032697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115806869661032697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115806869661032697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115806869661032697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115806869661032697' title='dancedanceirrisistable!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115789845327766109</id><published>2006-09-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:32:40.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept Bdae Celebrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://electroncs2.free.fr/radio.blog/radio.blog/sounds/Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father.rbs&amp;colors=body:#0066FF;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#0066FF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun fun FUN! When we reached Changi Civil Service Club it was RAINING! And me, being my normal evil self, LAUGHED. Well, the purpose of going there was to use the BBQ facilities, swimming pool and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous plan was to be at East Coast Beach, but bbq pits were fully booked so there we were at Changi. The scenary was nice though, overlooking the Changi Beach and the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, it was only convectional rain! So, it lasted for a while and all my cousins were already stripping into their swimming costumes except for FOUR girls. We walked into the loo in TUDUNG, and came out in 'SCUBA DIVING' suits. YESYES, two piece long sleeved, long pants swimming costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/swim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cousins! Nurul(10), Harith(6), Raqib(8), Me(15) and Ulfah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/agian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/agian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUSINS! Humaira, Ulfah, Nurul, Zuhairah, HUSNA, Raqib. IM OLDEST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/last.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABIES IN WATERRR! Swim cap: ACHU holding my brother. YELLOW SUBMARINE: Ashraf, NEWEST cousin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHM EHM, i FEEL old showing these pictures. Im the eldest grandchild! But, it has ALOT of benefits. So that's the swimming section. If anyone want to see more, enjoy yourself at my aunt's photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matakamera.multiply.com/photos/album/16"&gt;http://matakamera.multiply.com/photos/album/16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hungry stomachs were calling for the BBQ foodies. So i ate, MEE HOON and BBQ HONEY CHICKEENN! While we were eating, my parents went to collect the SWENSENS BDAE CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/CAKE.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/CAKE.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YES, that's a real ice cream as deco. Vanilla and Sticky Chewy Chocolate with chocolate bits in em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/people.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/people.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September Birtdays. Clockwise: HUSNA, Raqib, Harith, Nurul and Uncle Zul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was kind of whacked out. The maids were BBQing and i was dancing in the middle with my cousins. &amp; of course, i danced with my brother again..( HENCE THE SONG ABOVE! ) We had free live music from the bar. My sister and I tried the JOAKIM &amp;amp; PAUL booteh shaking. We did the twist, robot dance, tango dance, ballroom dance and downright BOGGEEHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/tango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, his hand at my waist! TANGO BEBS. I scared him off when i polldanced with him as the pole! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/drunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk sisters doing the thing SI finalists keep doing.. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last but not least, the gifts giving ceremony! THANK YOU Aunty Rozi for the Elmo Tote Bag! THANK YOU Uncle Wan &amp; family for the generous HONG BAO ($50)! THANK YOU NENEK for the Body Shop White Musk powder and Oceanus Perfume ANDDDD HONG BAO ($50)!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ACHUUUU, for the BOOOTIFUL, Guess handbag!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/1600/GUESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/757/320/GUESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH HUNNNY BUNNYS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More pictures: &lt;a href="http://matakamera.multiply.com/photos/album/17"&gt;http://matakamera.multiply.com/photos/album/17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went home with a BIG SMILE plastered on my face. But i end up sleeping with black tear streaked cheeks as a result of mascara and eyeliner. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I AM SAM touched my heart and i was crying over some other things yeah. Thank you OH WONDERFUL FAMILY for the WONDEROUS food, presents and celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song specially for my family. Love LOVE them!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXO. WITH LOVE, HUSNA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115789845327766109?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789845327766109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115789845327766109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115789845327766109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115789845327766109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115789845327766109' title='Sept Bdae Celebrations.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115763329590675985</id><published>2006-09-07T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T05:48:16.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE.MANIA</title><content type='html'>LISTEN PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#0066FF" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.gnyc.net/radio.blog/sounds/Adam Sandler - I Wanna Grow Old With You.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#0066FF;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"All I want to do, is grow old with YOUUU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's review the week progress. Statictics show that no homework has been done so far but movie ratings is high! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barnyarn&lt;/em&gt; was superbly enjoyable despite the boring storyline and &lt;em&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/em&gt; was extremely inspirational that it will leave you wishing you had a deep pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only movie which has yet to be open in cinemas is &lt;em&gt;THE RETURN OF HUSNA'S RENOMA WALLET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, well, well, Husna needs a change of attitude towards her schoolwork. BIG TALKS, SMALL ACTIONS! EYE is let's just exaggerate, AROUND THE CORNER. and she needs to focus on her weaker subjects alot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scrap schoolwork. Lets talk about FUN. WHAT'S FUN YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was FUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Imagine, getting a free ride to IKEA and wishing you owned all those BOOTIFUL rooms on display! Then, watching your boyfriend play well for his floorball match and you not telling your parents you went all the way to Downtown D'Marquee. WUUHOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;After all the wonderous planning on Monday night, SOMEONE turned out to be the 2nd person to reach! WHO AH WHOOO? One turned up in the mentoned dresscode: buttoned down shirt with jeans and sneakers, BUT didnt wear socks! The other was HATING HERBAL ESSENCE and cant help it when his hair is UNSMOOTH &amp; UNSILKY. Another was 30 mins late and came with TWO jackets. WHILE SOMEONE was the only one in tudung(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;After much popcorn and nacho throwing, some gay loving, idiot handsigns and LJS bell ringing, the TRUTH had to come out. I'll just announce to the whole world myself, MR X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"I LIKE BOXER PANTIES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two days of tension and guilt finally came the day FOUR DARRLINGS were waiting for. And i have THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA to thank for. You need to start from the bottom and work to earn the respect and the position you dream for. Valentino! Prada! Chanel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;And that's it folks, for this week's progress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i still love you. Get well soon, A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And, im sorry if ive hurt you, or anyone in anyway at any point of time.&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/10029129-115763329590675985?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115763329590675985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115763329590675985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115763329590675985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115763329590675985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115763329590675985' title='MOVIE.MANIA'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115746070902421749</id><published>2006-09-05T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T05:51:49.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY? SAD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;selfish. unworthy. undeserving. stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cant take it anymore, and the thing is i dont know what exactly is it that i can't take. UGH im full of shit arent i? bullshitting my way through. im a pathetic friend, girlfriend and daughter.&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;im really sorry, you. &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;OK SMILE EVERYBODY. WIPE THE TEARS AWAY, PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;visions around me bring tears to my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Watch out world, HAPPY is hurt and is admitted to the hospital it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SMILE, and THE WORLD smiles with you.&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;i guess I AM YOUR AVERAGE MINAH.&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;): ?&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;I dont know what to do, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lets leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ku pohon ampun daripada sesiapa yang kecewa dengan diriku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/10029129-115746070902421749?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746070902421749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115746070902421749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115746070902421749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115746070902421749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115746070902421749' title='HAPPY? SAD?'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115432827960917443</id><published>2006-07-30T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:44:39.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when we have so much things to do, errands to run, it is quite sad that we dont take time to notice what's happening around us. do you notice that when you take the bus every morning, it is the same cedarians that is in the same bus with you, every morning?&lt;br /&gt;OK, irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive made some lucky observations about myself and the people around. and, of course people you are not literally around me but i hear about their khabar almost everyday. indirecly, these people, including the ones who are literally around me, make a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what they do, what they DO NOT do. how they feel, how they behave, what they say, what they DO NOT say makes quite an impact on how i should go onor continue the day. and its either i continue positively or negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time we pretend to not realise the LITTLE 'bad' things going on. well probably because its LITTLE and it shouldnt be something we should fret about right? i dunno if im making any sense. but if we continue to hide how we truly feel and the frustrations keep building up inside, we are very likely going to vent out sooner or later. and the venting outlet that we choose can have a great impact. because its either you vent it ON YOURSELF, literally, or you do it the healthy way and turn to someone for help or just for a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the venting/ranting/ confessing session last thursday was one of a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, sometimes people tend to just be angry over the smallest things but they cant help but feel that way. yeah its irrlevant SO?! you cant help but FEEL that way because at that point of time you arent exactly using YOUR BRAIN to work things out. at THAT point of time you're merely surrending yourself to the freaking raging hormones that occurs in your body. and HORMONES. oh see, another marvellous thing. the DIFFERENCE between BOYS and GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;the DIFFERENT SEX HORMONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait am i talking about the correct TYPE of hormones? nvm.&lt;br /&gt;for example, a girl and be mad over something she finds a need to be angry about because it simply doesnt suit her needs. but to a guy, about the SAME MATTER, they dont see a need to get angry or fret about it.&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS follow their sentiments, their heart, their EMONESS.&lt;br /&gt;BOYS, you see, follow their LOGICNESS, their BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;they go round it in TECHNICAL WAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boys, please try and understand, our SUDDEN moooooood change. either from HAPPPPPY to GLUMMMY, or MADDDDD to LOOOVVVINNGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to anyone out there, im talking about this in a quite general point of view. so jangan terasa ye kakak, abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note, i think ive 'insulted' (if you guys see it as insults) BOYS enough. GIRLS, Girls, giiiiirrrls. THAT doesnt mean we should outwardly be super NGADA NGADA about it. we can rage, no problem just not all the time. people like BOYS and even those of same gender as us, can get fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive realised some things as i sit quietly unable to solve a freaking math question, love is give and take. you cant always GIVE neither can you be selfish and just TAKE.&lt;br /&gt;it takes two hands to clap so it takes two people to make it work people!&lt;br /&gt;HOHO&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you belong to that person. but hey, your life is still your life. you must be able to lead your own life without each other.&lt;br /&gt;in a funny equation:&lt;br /&gt;1life + 1life = 1Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lead your lives together with or without each other.&lt;br /&gt;love is to be with that person. and as the CLICHE saying goes&lt;br /&gt;if you love that perosn, YOU GOTTA LET EM' GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115432827960917443?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115432827960917443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115432827960917443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115432827960917443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115432827960917443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115432827960917443' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115320438045890539</id><published>2006-07-17T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:33:00.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at last!</title><content type='html'>my fellow dudes and airheaded morons of this cruel yet wonderful world. i am BACK.&lt;br /&gt;at last, after JUNE 18?! how centuries ago was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyana: hello. =))&lt;br /&gt;a century is 100 yrs la.&lt;br /&gt;aiyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husna: its called,...., er, actually i forgot what its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyana: samdol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husna: takper lah. im just placing emphasis on how long ive been gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;taah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115320438045890539?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115320438045890539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115320438045890539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115320438045890539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115320438045890539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115320438045890539' title='at last!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115063411991786282</id><published>2006-06-18T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T05:35:19.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orang tue orang tue,</title><content type='html'>saya rasa sungguh lemah walaupun masa kerja kahwin tadi, saya tidak buat banyak kerja. setiap kali disuruh buat kerja, saya akan tangguh dan MALAS nak buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation:&lt;br /&gt;im damn tired, and the day was freaking BORING. GAWD, SOMEONE HELP ME. im sooo lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115063411991786282?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115063411991786282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115063411991786282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115063411991786282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115063411991786282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115063411991786282' title='orang tue orang tue,'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115052486457866765</id><published>2006-06-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:14:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a womens world</title><content type='html'>well, i had nothing much to do. and i needed to SHOW my point about how i TOTALAY agree with the women's world ad thingy. so i made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 488px" height="747" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/4673/women0od.png" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it isnt that nice. but i think pictures says more than a thousand words. look at those abs man. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOT no?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;papercut. i had a papercut on my finger yesterday, then i was thinking. something so easily crushed, torn, thrown, DESTROYED, could still cut me if im not careful. quite a good analargy for real life right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so that's WOMEN'S WORLD. so, from MY point of view, what would there be or happen in a MEN'S WORLD? This should be amusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In a MENS WORLD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;every channel would be SPORTS segments&lt;br /&gt;and ONE channel reserved for Victoria Secret/Swimsuit IllustratedFASHION show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cars would be PIMPIN' insideOUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOMEN would STOP nagging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;farts and BURPS would be allowed under table manners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they WISH they have six pack/abs/muscular body WITHOUT gym-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FOOOOOD always be there whenever desired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everyday, a LAZY SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ALL women shorter than them &amp;amp; LOOOOKIN' GOOOD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they could cry without being seen as wussy/sissy/BLAHBLAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BUT HUSNA would still be queen! (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's exactly 10 points! that's MY point of view. i got a couple of guys to comment on what they think and these are what they said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;In a MENS WORLD&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you dont need licence to drive HOTT cars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there as to be cartoons on the channels TOO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GIRLS are easier to understand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they would have a GREAT BOD withought gym-ing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cars pimpin' inside out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;farts and burps STILL DISALLOWED (not bad, not bad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the women they love, be their ULTIMATE QUEEN! (AWWWWW, so sweet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;aint that SWEEEEEEEET. the LAST point that is. oh, credits to AHMAD ISA and SYED HAIDAR! thank you boys. although, you guys were kinda hopeless at THINKING. but thanks you did contribute SOME at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115052486457866765?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115052486457866765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115052486457866765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115052486457866765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115052486457866765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115052486457866765' title='a womens world'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115044933358943456</id><published>2006-06-16T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:15:33.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENTS</title><content type='html'>im going out of my mind right now, doing MATH, MATH and more MATH! seriously, i'd prefer school than having so much homework for the holidays. holidays are meant for relaxation, rest, FUN FUN and FUN. but NOOOOOOOOO, we have to create this thing called HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baboooons BUTT i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even during normal school term the workload if at least half lighter. or maybe its just me? too much fun in the past two weeks that im cramming my last two weeks with school JUNK. well, at least im better than SOME people who are crazy enough to leave it till the LAST TWO DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Elementary Mathematics Mid Year papers&lt;br /&gt;2 Additional Mathematics Mid Year papers&lt;br /&gt;1 English Compre&lt;br /&gt;1 English Summary&lt;br /&gt;1 English Book Review&lt;br /&gt;6 KARANGAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 Olevel Higher Malay Papers&lt;br /&gt;ALL the ringkasan in Buku Kerja&lt;br /&gt;SOME Chemistry AssignmentSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Biology Mid Year PAPER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think thats about it. dont go all ONLY?! on me. its ALOT of WORK! one subject have more than ONE paper! except for BIO of course. i LOVE Mrs Gay. SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 week, two days and half a day more to go. I CAN MAKE IT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115044933358943456?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115044933358943456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115044933358943456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115044933358943456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115044933358943456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115044933358943456' title='VENTS'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115037024142299036</id><published>2006-06-15T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T04:17:21.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKIN</title><content type='html'>new skin, people. i feel WOMENISTIC now. esp after i keep watching that commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a WOMEN's world,&lt;br /&gt;men, would be tailor made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUSBANDS would give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH heels wouldnt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIAMONDSSSSS would GROW on trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SG IDOL results show tonight. HADY MIRZA is good, nice low serak2 voice. im rooting for him in this round of guys. YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115037024142299036?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115037024142299036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115037024142299036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115037024142299036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115037024142299036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115037024142299036' title='SKIN'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-115017885720859534</id><published>2006-06-12T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:07:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;last saturday, in the afternoon, i manage to get myself off the hook form going to my aunts place early and join the study group. we, meaning me, azmeer, amira, haziq and xuanhan, met up at BUGIS. i was spose to be on the vow i made but how can you go on when someone you love buys you chocolate. THANK YOU TO AMIRA TOO. now ive got my fav DARK CHOCOLATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;we went to raffles hospital coffee bean and tea leaves. azmeer shared his begian chocolate coffee thingy with me. and haziq offered his strawberry cake thingy, which was pretty tempting but, i din ate any. XUANHAN, in the end, was hungry so we packed and went to BK. he was the only one eating and it took him FOREVER to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun, noisy irritating crappy nonsense fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;then the day continued at the birthday party. i had like 3 servings of food. first i ate mee thingy with chicken! and potatoe wedges. then i had laksa. then i had the mee thingy AGAIN. NOT ALL AT ONE GO MIND YOU. had nth to do at every interval, so i ate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="575" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/bdae015.jpg" width="843" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ulfah turned TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="820" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/bdae018.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;zuhairah, my cousin! turned 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="736" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/bdae025.jpg" width="526" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the june bdae people. uncles, cousin, sister and maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="702" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/bdae032.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ashraf! the YOUNGEST cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="299" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/ulfahme.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ulfah &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="301" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/4173c5f3.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;me, raihan &amp; salihin. i predict, both will grow to turn into MATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/cc8bec48.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;me &amp; the bdae girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="299" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/878a48b8.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ash, me &amp; mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-115017885720859534?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/115017885720859534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=115017885720859534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115017885720859534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/115017885720859534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#115017885720859534' title='JUNE birthdays!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114985977909532811</id><published>2006-06-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:29:39.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice facts</title><content type='html'>=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114985977909532811?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114985977909532811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114985977909532811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114985977909532811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114985977909532811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114985977909532811' title='nice facts'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114966401756527524</id><published>2006-06-06T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T02:50:58.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotesMANYMANY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think font size small and type trebuchet is nice. i found that out yesterday and i grew to like it. my sister is speaking baby language with me. all i can make out what she is saying to me is by looking at what she's pointing at. they are a wonder, babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Babyshoes&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;by Dawn Garisch &lt;/i&gt;is a hilarious book that has many inspiring and heart felt truth about life and love. how people just come and go, in and out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A hand was not just a clever tool, it was a way into the soul, a map of fortune, a way to relate to each other, a means of giving and taking; love and gifts, punishments and violence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very true. Our hand in itself is a weapon of destruction. You can either choose to hold someone gently on the face or slap that bloody piece of flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;" He was playing with the idea that people in his life come and go, that they aren't constant. Things disappear, but if they return nothing is lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people in your life may not be as significant. But you do notice them, just that they can never be there to protect, care or stay with you. So even if they have returned after vanishing, you feel like you havent lost much without them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Relationships are trouble. From the outside they look soft, but on the inside they get stuck between a rock and a very hard place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This quote came from a divorced mother who gave up on men. No wonder so depressing eh? But to some people maybe they can relate. As far as i am concerned, the last thing i want is to be in an abusive relationship (not just the physically abusive kinds).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mostly I was watching Jill, her face. Was this it? I wondered. This feeling tat I'd like to hold her and protect her, as this the real thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh, its scary to think a guy is thinking like this. Do you guys have mind-arguments? I WONDER. Oh, btw. This is a guy wondering if what he is feeling is LOVE. So interesting! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's a catch twenty-two: as a woman, if you're completely your own person, then the people have no respect for you; but if you become what people expect you to be, you have no respect for yourself... Nothing seems good enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, in this materialistic, money indulging, deceiving centruy. NOTHING seems good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;'"You were a step away from conquering Mount Everest, but you tripped over your own SHOELACES and fell over the edge. You're still falling and it's a long way down. but you what'll happen when you hit the bottom?" I glared at him. "What?" "You'll start climbing again. Only this time, you'll wear boots with VELCRO straps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE this analargy(that how you spell it?). Funny, yet inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Understanding women is like learning a different language...... Learning a new language requires effort and will. And goodwill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh hell yeah you boys. Sometimes we may speak the same universal language of, English, but the interpretation of two different minds may have heard each other wrongly therefore leading to probably a fight, quarrel, catfight, brawl, or in a nicer term, misunderstanding. MISCOMMUNICATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I aint any idea if i make sense to you, but it makes sense to me. So yeah,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What i got from this book is Life is all about making mistakes. It's whether or not you want to learn from it and continue life with an open and optimistic mind(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He seems to know instinctively that when you fall off, whether it's off a horse, or a tree, or a relationship, you've got to get up, dust yourself off and get right on back again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW. If only i can use my version of a book review for my english holiday assignment. NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114966401756527524?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114966401756527524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114966401756527524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114966401756527524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114966401756527524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114966401756527524' title='quotesMANYMANY'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114960265978621996</id><published>2006-06-06T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:04:19.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think my mind isnt at its right or normal state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know whhats wrong with my immune or digestive system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder if i am having eating disorder or if i am becoming aneroxic?&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;im not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive never felt this way bfr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like bfr, i would say i ate alot and feel like puking and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i dont actually want to puke.&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;yeah i complain and say i wanna diet and crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the food that i swallow down is pretty YUMMEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i LIKE.&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;but now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i feel STUFFED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like digging out the freaking food molecules out of my freaking muscular bag(stomach).&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;and i have been eating disorderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i when i see toilet only i feel like puking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i almost did.&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;id make that puking sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and start having stomach aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fyn its disgusting. but this my online diary and i wanna write it down.&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 will punish myself until my beb doesnt feel punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;indirectly that would be punishing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i will punish myself the way you do.&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;tis gna be good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i alr lost two kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114960265978621996?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114960265978621996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114960265978621996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR OPENING THE DOORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR LAUGHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR BEING FAST AT THE POPCORN COUNTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR PAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i will pay back btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR BEING &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUBBORN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR BEING &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'PERSISTANT' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME COME UP WITH SOME STUPID THREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING THE LEAST WANTED OPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME RUIN&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HOLIDAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU MY DEAREST, THANK YOU(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"but you still love him right.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tu memang tetap,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-msn conversation with mr 'wise'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a guy is respectable if he treats you with respect,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-FIQO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114960069810195467?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114960069810195467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114960069810195467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114960069810195467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114960069810195467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114960069810195467' title='THANK YOU?'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114942954481933444</id><published>2006-06-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:59:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy weekend</title><content type='html'>i tell myself i dont want anymore late night outings. i tell myself its too tiring. i say alot of empty words which dont mean anything. just like i told myself i will never let another boy into my life, and destroy my heart, i let A in. just like i told myself i want to do homework and homework alone, i end up in front of this computer not doing a single paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they say, history repeats itself? i think i will sure go for more late outings(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent any idea what significance the above have but i just wanetd to type it down since i was just thinking about it. like about a few seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, i love mai now, for FINALLY uploading the pictures up on her blog. but i realise, from the last friday's outing, not ONE of her picture or her partner's was put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am a certified pram pusher. actually, husna certify-ed herself. because today i went marina square with my sister and i can push her in the pram, up and down the escalator without getting anyone hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my aunty and unc are very into malay songs now, i think. or has it always been that way? i need to observe more of the small ordinary things in life. that way, i may appreciate the unmaterialistic ways of the human life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku, takkan melupakanmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takkan meninggalkanmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takkan menduakan cintamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku &lt;s&gt;bersumpah&lt;/s&gt;berjanji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Radja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114942954481933444?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114942954481933444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114942954481933444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114942954481933444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114942954481933444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114942954481933444' title='sleepy weekend'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114931187840542041</id><published>2006-06-02T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:17:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Virgo's Daily Horoscope by Friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Many new people are entering your life soon -- and new, inspiring ideas will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In detail: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Upcoming events will open the floodgates for a lot of new people to enter your life -- and a lot more fun to start happening. You'll be entering a youthful phase soon -- late nights and goofy behavior will take up a lot of your time in the near future. It's a good thing that you'll in such a bright, positive frame of mind, because you'll be able to make the most of it. The biggest problems you'll be having right now are trivial -- like which invitations to accept and which to decline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope is pretty true. I mean just yesterday i had a late night outing. And yesterday's late night outing was amusing, irritating, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I remember that one night&lt;br /&gt;I met this &lt;s&gt;girl she&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; HE&lt;/span&gt; changed my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Her&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; eyes they melted me&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; was around I was happy&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; completed me&lt;br /&gt;- Remember, 4th Gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating, because of MR HEAD PREFECT and his 'trusty' multiSHOTTER phone. I didnt mind it that much but when you keep on having a phone going "CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK" in front of your face almost everytime you turn a corner, it gets basi. It gets so basi that i dont shriek and hide anymore, that i POSED. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i sporting or what(= ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and A were the FIRST people to arrive. Well, A was earlier. But lookie here, look who came LATE. Amira! Well, i guess she did it on purpose. But how SLOW can someone walk?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at McDonalds before going for the drama. They were trying to hog my McFlurry away from me, just because i was sick. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, we got lost. Thanks to people who wanted to take the bus. Walking would have saved us the pain and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama wasnt that bad. I expected something more and much better though. Nabil's comments were a slap on the face. But i had to agree on his comments, it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked more now, compared to other times we go out. And A has to learn to not talk to strangers. HAHA, hasnt your mom taught you that my dear? TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another one of MY firsts'. =DD I L A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will you kiss me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pinky pro&lt;/span&gt;mise me&lt;br /&gt;That you will &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;never leave&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;-Pinky Promise, School Boy Humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114931187840542041?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114931187840542041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114931187840542041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114931187840542041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114931187840542041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114931187840542041' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114912812952327008</id><published>2006-05-31T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:15:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday work day</title><content type='html'>yesterday was ONE WHOLE DAY at school, day. BORING. FRUS. from 8.30-5.30. well, not really cause we escaped an hour before time. CMON LAH. who wanna stay so long?! JEEEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHERYL LWINNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;SHES HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;- by cheryl lwin herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sick, and still is sick. amira has somewhat become my surrogate mother. MOTHER OUTSIDE HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SELAGI NYAWA AKU MASIH ADA, i will watch what you eat,"&lt;br /&gt;you gotta have friends like her man. even my own mother dont give me medcine, and she give me hers(= DDARRRLING! thank you so much, iLOVE AMIRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, my cousin came to get my father to sign some insurance documents and he mentioned how fast one by one our cousin is getting married. i did agree with him at some point. but my father argued some crap, like if they are prepared for this married life, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what im trying to say is not whether they are prepared or not, its like suddenly ONE by ONE they are hitching off, so fast! half the year past and THREE of my cousins got married. as in, they all get married at one go. at the same time. like WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father's requirements that his daughter's boyfriends are good enough for us and HIM:&lt;br /&gt;1. sit down in front of my dad and be able to read 1 JUS from the quran.&lt;br /&gt;2. solat jemaah with my dad but my dad becomes makmum, and HE must be able to be imam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say GOOOOOD LUCK! to that guy who wants to get through to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"99.99999999999% guys at your age, NOW, only have one thing on their mind. All this STEADY, STEADY they finding the OPPORTUNITY only. Its whether you let youself become the victim or not,"&lt;br /&gt;- mr. shikh abdullah, director of the abdullah household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ABAH, which century are you in? i thought you're "updated"? no one uses STEADY anymore,"&lt;br /&gt;-siti nurhusna, worker of the abdullah household&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, my family refer to ourselves as an office infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;my dad being the DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;my mom the MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;us children WORKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon boys, defend yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;is SEX all you're after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114912812952327008?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114912812952327008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114912812952327008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114912812952327008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114912812952327008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114912812952327008' title='wednesday work day'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114906367351312713</id><published>2006-05-31T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T06:39:58.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smoke encircling me everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;covering my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;covering my THROAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114906367351312713?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114906367351312713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114906367351312713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114906367351312713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114906367351312713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114906367351312713' title='SMOKE!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114899106351742017</id><published>2006-05-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T05:11:03.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>yesyes, im still sick. well, i did kind of asked for it didnt i? but today, it got kind of worse. throat got more SORE and now, new addition to the sickness family, COUGH. welcome! welcome! NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched XMEN: THE LAST STAND today. no one to squeal with when the hot guy came out with his abs just staringat me. AMIRA? no i dun think so. she went EEEE instead. i was like 3mins early form the planned time. but i waited for almost 30 mins? NVM lah. all this is probably payback for ALL the times I was LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH FCUK. HE IS SMOKING NOW, AGAIN. ARGH. KILL ME BEFORE the SMOKE KILLS ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114899106351742017?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114899106351742017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114899106351742017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114899106351742017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114899106351742017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114899106351742017' title='still'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114889206245896705</id><published>2006-05-29T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T02:11:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TIRED. SICK. BLOODY HELL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a picture says a thousand words. more pictures more words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="921" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture112.jpg" width="857" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;friday night. abang rashid nikah with kak ruzita. on the way to the girls house. i was carrying perfumes and fragrat soap i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="388" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture117.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="930" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture122.jpg" width="657" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CUN ah beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="780" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture155.jpg" width="754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saturday. abang iwan's nikah day. lepaking in my cousin's room after the marhaban. cik munna just gave us custume jewelry and we were fighting who gets which. sadly, i got the not so nice one. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="872" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture091.jpg" width="577" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one of the hantaran for kak nadia. GUESS BAG AND WALLET. i carried this btw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="878" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture086.jpg" width="723" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another one of the hantaran for kak nadia. M.A.C make up set!! i was about to faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="955" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture197.jpg" width="711" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sunday. hari persandingan. abang iwan and his best man, abang razi. "fulamak nak bunuh orang ka pe ngan keris tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="960" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture215.jpg" width="685" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in the bus otw to kak nadia's side. me, humaira, kak hafizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="969" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture220.jpg" width="608" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at kak nadia's place. it rained btw, thats why got spots on my selendang. me and syikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="961" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture240.jpg" width="668" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from kak nadia's place to our side. at elias park CC. sighs. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="927" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture198.jpg" width="706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABG2 dan adek STEP and SELENGS aku. abang zabid, "ugh, dont cedar talk with me," nabil, mustafa, hafiz, "you're p6 and you're bloody tall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="977" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture201.jpg" width="718" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ingin umumkan hari ini, hari MAMAT SELENGS. my male kuzzins. theres more. clcokwise from best man, abang razi, iwan, shamil, khairi, mustafa, nabil, zabid, helmi, hafiz, raidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="944" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture202.jpg" width="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the girl cousins! clockwise from the groom. iwan, nurul, hayati, kak ijah, hafizah, me, raudhah, nadiah, humairah, kak dilah, sakeenah, zafirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="843" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture153.jpg" width="1061" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the nights. we got bored and searched for possesed people on youtube. my nephew, ashraf, my 'adopted' cousin, afiq aka mamat, my BEAR cousin, raidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 686px" height="1280" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture185.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULFAH! and sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 799px" height="1280" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/Picture171.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of our adopted cousin, just now was the older bro. rafiq aka. ADEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the pictures have spoken many words on its own alr. basically, i had a busy and tiring weekend. and right now, im having sore throat, flu and fever. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114889206245896705?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114889206245896705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114889206245896705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114889206245896705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114889206245896705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114889206245896705' title='updates!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114865876119234462</id><published>2006-05-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:55:30.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA</title><content type='html'>yes, yes RONIN rawked the hell outta my sinking socks! Im sure everybody agreed except the people who arent really into the LOUD BOOMING and SCREAMS of a rock band. and the sweatiness and jumping in the mostpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home early because my dad told me they wanna go off at three or sth. turns out in the end i went home and had the time to go online and blog even. i was so angry. SHEESH. NONSENSE. i could have went on triple girl date with amira and lyana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, my results suck like a sucker would suck from a pipette. L1R5 low as dirt. how about i just say, my results dont qualify for a JC admission. SIGHSSSSSS. but my remarks is amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nurhusna is a WELL-MANNERED and QUIET girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE ONE. people should be proud of me! for being WELL MANNERED.&lt;br /&gt;now im at my cousin's place. the whole nikah thing finished at like 10pm?! i didnt eat since morning and it made me remember about what mai's mom told mai which she told me during lunch just now. DIET DOES NOT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my plan for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins are both rebels and MAMAT selengs. i WILL take pictures tom with those MAMAT selengs. one of the MAMAT selengs is TALL. taller than me, or is it just im short? DONT ANSWER THAT UNANSWERABLE QUESTION. and he's only P6. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tomorrow is a day to remember. sadly, i cant be there to celebrate it. well, there's always other times too right? i feel really guilty and sad. i dont think you even KNOW. what not REMEMBER? doubts, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114865876119234462?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114865876119234462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114865876119234462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114865876119234462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114865876119234462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114865876119234462' title='LALA'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114863366278977076</id><published>2006-05-26T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:54:22.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RONIN ROCCCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUMP! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUMP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Thank you Cedar Girls' for making my lifelong dream come true!" -Levon, Ronin's vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;987roadshow at cedar girls' secondary turns out to be a RONIN rock concert. the lights were dimmed the stage was set for them to perform. MOSHPIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we already have a groupie set for SEAN, the lead. HE'S HOTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"SEAN! You're hott!!" - the secthrees maniacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RONIN is band made of ex-victorians. AND they admitted that cedar girls USED TO be their sister school. WHAT HAPPEN NOW? but i remember SSS plan to patch up the pieces. i think it has definitely been patched now ryt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH then, amira made me think of something so crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" If we're the sister school, then that means, they are our brothers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not boyfriends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"- NUR AMIRA, 3H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GROSS amira, GROSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OH, i jumoed and rocked it out on the floor till my shirt got tucked out and i was all sweaty in the air-conditioned MPH. ROCKING MANN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAN's hot. cant help it. CHERYL LWIN hugged and KISSED him!&lt;br /&gt;TANISHA SANWER GROPED his ass, TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SEAN, may be cute and with better vocals.&lt;br /&gt;but i DAMN LIKED Levan' attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KEEP ROCKING the local music RONIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114863366278977076?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114863366278977076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114863366278977076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114863366278977076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114863366278977076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114863366278977076' title='LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114847667306499515</id><published>2006-05-24T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T06:17:53.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDnesday</title><content type='html'>2No5' made their debut performance after a year off from &lt;a href="mailto:BUZZ@CANTEEN"&gt;BUZZ@CANTEEN&lt;/a&gt;. lyana was OBVIOUSLY  sabohed to stand at the front becase she knows the steps the most, well, since she created that part of the performance. the FUNNNNNNY part was their exit. RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! and hide behind the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched a korean movie about a grandmother's unspoken love towards her grandson who later learns NOT TO BE SUCH A BRAT. (= &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVA LIM CRIED!&lt;/span&gt; until she got TOMATO nose! oh, and her tears fell on lyana's leg cause we are all spilled all over the floor lying down.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl kept using my body as her bed or something. yesterday it was to keep herself warm, today it was to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one free period left. i slept most of the part. with lyana's jacket. cheryl kept tugging part of it away. so im go, OKOK.SHARE! then we both napped. after school supposed to have MALAY ORAL, me and lyana checked out the library. NO ONE. off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nice enough today to help my dear darrlings return their dued books. LOL. went home got SUPER hungry. baby sis said HELLO! with a wave, as usual, and i ate LONTONG GORENG! YUMMEH. did my CI homework. we actually have a plan people! imma proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate mcflurry. my sis bought TEENS mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set aside time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE: &lt;/strong&gt;Plan something romantic for instant sizzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship: &lt;/strong&gt;Trust your friends to cheer you up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky colour: &lt;/strong&gt;Purple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i got below from TEENS mag. &lt;strong&gt;Figuring out what women REALLY want is NO easy task- especially for guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT WOMEN WANT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Read the Signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's not that girls don't say what we WANT, it's just that there are many undercurrents that you have to learn to read.&lt;br /&gt;The BODY LANGUAGE counts as much as the things we say. FOR EXAMPLE: your GF says, "fine, just eat what you want." But immediately after you pick your fav fast food restaurant- teh same place you went on your LAST THREE DATES, she folds her arms, and looks upset.&lt;br /&gt;In a situation like this, read the WARNING SIGNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND- you should be able to tell when she's upset with you. It's not just her facial expression, but her BODY LANGUAGE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Love HER, love her FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you DIDNT alr know, girls are built differently form guys. While friends MIGHT not play a big part for a guy, friends are VERY important to a girl's relationship.The LAST thing your GF wants is to be torn apart between her girlfrends and YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You dont haveto be best friends with them- this might make your GF JEALOUS instead of helping things.&lt;br /&gt;But at least be on talking terms with her best friends. This could be helpful when you're in trouble with your GF; find out why she's angry or gift ideas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Pamper her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Being an INDEPENDANT and self-sufficient GAL in TIRING. Although its a trend for women to be strong  and non-clingy, there are times that gals WANNNNT to be pampered and taken care of, especially by our boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;"Taking care of," DOES NOT MEAN MAKING DECISIONS, as if your GF doesnt have the brains to decide what she wants. We're talking about things like openign the door for her, carrying her shopping if she seems to struggle with it, or just offering a listening ear for her when she needs it.&lt;br /&gt;These actions might not seem like very much to you, but it makes your GF feel cherished and SPECIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There will be times when your GF WILL come into contact with OTHER guys. Since both of you have agreed to be in a relationship, trust that your GF is doing the right thing during her group meetings, and not taking the chance to cuckold you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tip; for all you guys out thr!(=&lt;br /&gt;Keep SMILING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114847667306499515?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114847667306499515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114847667306499515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114847667306499515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114847667306499515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114847667306499515' title='WEDnesday'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114839339362625746</id><published>2006-05-23T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:09:53.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance dance!</title><content type='html'>i danced ALOT today. another round of BEST PRACTICE DAY. bunked in with MLDDS in AS1. saw elyana teaching two girls malay dance. and i got jumpy and learned the SO CALLED easiest dance step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i CANT DANCE MALAY DANCE FOR NUTS! i am NOT lembut. i am NOT LEMBUT! dah dats it. i JOINED in malay dance the same year i QUIT it. that was in PRIMARY FOUR! i couldnt stand the cikgu. must gelek and stick the butt out like dunno what. GILER?! bt you're spose to look graceful and 'elegant' while doing it. HOW, tell me, HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira needed to practice before sharifah blows off so she ask me to teman? WTH. so i just watch her and i learned a couple more steps! YAY! heh.did not eat. sat in the hall for music recital for more than an hour. SUPER SLEEPY. aarti kept hugging me and tried to share the warmth of my ROXY jacket. we have chemistry my PEVERT STALKER! then cheryl took over aarti's place and she was COLD. so she stuck her hands in at the back of my jacket. and held it there for very long. haha. i could feel the cold from her hands seeping through my uniform into my skin. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its so thin, words can pierce right through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was sleeping at one piece and i could fell her head sliding down. TERRIBLE. ate at PP mac with EL members. vicky super gross, mixed her mayo with GARLIC chilli. and vidhya took my place beside that cute guy. SIGHS. it was MY seat darlings! haha. the whole group was falling for him. I EAT FAST. at least thats what they said. TWISTER fries is NICE. BEST YOU! had choco sundae. im FAT. yay. we did drama about communication with parents. can relate to. totally. my group RAWK. improvisation works seh. oh we kept wanting to shake our butts and dance. and we kept expressing our vocal abilities. i LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just dont look, husna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114839339362625746?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114839339362625746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114839339362625746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114839339362625746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114839339362625746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114839339362625746' title='dance dance!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114830615023748485</id><published>2006-05-22T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:55:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past, and the present.</title><content type='html'>woke up quite early. in the afternoon, went off to madrasah. oh, amira was complaining about you. HAHA. amira, cannot tease ah. had the need to eat ice cream so i bought cookie crumble from the kedai mamak. SYIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mama edah's house. many many thr alr. shamil brought down his sister's guitar. raidi eksyen play guitar. pluck properly also dunno. i asl him what chords are he went; CHORDS? APE BENDER TU. baeek ah, dok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us went tosearch tabs for songs on the net.i was trying to play the first part of wake me up when september ends. the tabs quite easy. then my dad sebok come in and insulted me! the he eksyen wanna play but forgot his 'skills'. WTH. SHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched SI at the same time. they should really show the talents and not show SO MUCH of the annoying tak sedar diri untalented ones. SHEESH. dont these people at least realise theyc ant sing so they dont make a big fool out of themselves?! AIYOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;took taxi to school. i was late. well, almost late. BEST PRACTICE DAY commences with a LOUD GONG! literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did IMPROVISATION for ELDDS. and me and aarti acted out our little MRT PERVERTIC scence. i was a pregnant lady who an old apek, aarti, WANT despoly to seduce. the choir girls sang YOU RAISE ME UP for us. FUUUUUH. sopranos beybehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLDDS, taught two sectwos DIKIR BARAT. i played with the kompang. BEST. PAP PARE PARE PAP PARE PARE PAP PARE PAP! HEH. didnt eat recess. YAY. didnt really do CI discussion, more like DOODLING and drawing session for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lyana and mai showed me their schedule for JUNE HOLIDAYS. when OH when, will we be able to go out?! soo packed! then finally i manage to get my butt off the chair and i played the slapping version of scissors papers stone. HABIS SEH MY HAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all red and blue black now. even azmeer said it lookd pretty bad. SIGHS. so ugly lah! then nurin scared me and said the veins burst lah, the someone else said its bruised. HAIYO. the violents makers of my FUGLEH hand are; NURIN, HARYANI, SITI MAISARAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care maisarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 135 with kak nailah. we talked about how fucked up some dickheaded guys are. UH HUH. those that go into relationships and all they are waiting and WANTING is SEX. no bloody respect. sorry, but yeah they ARE some serious dickwards that need to be expelled from this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was early! reached at exactly 2.30pm, at least according to my watch. ate at BK, so many many many people. saw syarina. now she knows. bought for his sis ear studs. cute pink stars! talked. walked. talked walked. walked all the way to MP library cause i wanted starbucks THERE whr there's air con. bought this VERY VERY NICE recommended drink. 100% chocolate BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bought caramel SOMETHING. and claimed it wasnt SWEEEEEET enough and added sugar i think. TEROK. oh SOMEONE coughed. haha. sufie and nabila. they saw us, but we didnt like run out of the place or anything. WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT RAINED! HEAVY RAIN! i wore my jacket and we walked and ran through the rain. BASAH, HABIS. COLD and WET. i think im running a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you for everything. the good and bad. it helps make me a stronger person, i think. like i said, the roller coaster rides will come and go. im sorry too. but really, its okey. and i love you so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114830615023748485?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114830615023748485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114830615023748485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114830615023748485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114830615023748485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114830615023748485' title='the past, and the present.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114818293752619081</id><published>2006-05-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T05:46:09.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER dearies!</title><content type='html'>let's see. there was JIA HUI. SHANMIN. CANDICE. then there was AIZAT WITHOUT the ugly blond hair. YONG SHUAN, the tallest. WEI DE the no more geeky. SYAFIQ, or FIQ who REFUSED to take off that snow cap. and last, the plaited and bubbly NISA. NOT FORGETTING, IDAH and ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, 20th may 2005 gathering started off by meeting idah&amp;adam at MACS. oh, i guess adam was pulling off the goth look? i like his shoes though. then, idah and me left for BI. met jia hui, candice, shanmin, aizat, yong shuan, wei de at the platform. said we going to shaw towers watch movie at lido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking towards lido. curious to find out who initiated this whole outing. turns out its to celebrate about three people's bdae. and one of those poeple were shanmin. so me and idah hugged her. and screamed HAPPY BDAE. then, HAHA, aizat's bde is on MAY 23rd then we were like, HAPPY BDAE! wanna hug? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met FIQ outside shaw. Hi FIVED him. he wore snowcap to hide his WILD, UNMANAGED hair. he never cut it for 2mths! so since then, our mission of the day was to help fiq remove that snowcap and reveal the mess under it. HAHA. the queue was SUPER SUPER SUPER LOOOONG. so we buzzed off to CINELEISURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to sneak in to VOICE but couldnt. SIGHS. ended up with POSEIDON which played at 5.25pm. so we ate at LJS. the service POWER beb. the dude removed empty tables ad chairs from other people and put them together for us, 10 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate the chocolate cream only, had no big apetite. FINALLY, we managed to persuade fiq to take off his snow cap. OMYGOODNESS! afro beb. MINI one at least. then we took pictures outside LJS at the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around CINELEISURE. passed PRETTY IN TOKYO. what else! NEO FRENZZY! we had to pujuk the guys to take with us. i mean, 10 people! each ONLY had to play 1dollar ehh. fiq was the sporting one. LOL. he was like COME AH COME AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the BIGGEST that could fit all of us in. but the queue quite long so they waited in the next machine. and fiq started flapping his arms and legs. NO, i WONT ever call it DANCING. its FLAPPIN! haha. took dao shots, cute shots, loving family shots. NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and aizat freaked the hell out of IDAH. NAUGHTY2! nvm, we are all open ryt guys? had 5 mins more till movie starts. we sat at ROW N. quite in front but its alryt. i sat next to yong shuan and idah. i like to comment and react to whats happening along with the movie you see, so he was all like, EH RILEK2. and laughing at me and stuff. SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was good. seriously. i'd call it TITANIC ver.2/ UH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest continued playing arcade. so me and idah went home first. then we had heart to heart talk. updates and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, only parents were at home, the rest went to aunts house. PET POT PET POT. BISINNNNG. you called. (= happy. STUPID PHONE. waited. ter tido. woke up at pizza, and waited a lil longer. sleep back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSS are darrlings!&lt;br /&gt;old members are DEARIES!&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER dearies. LOVE YA'LL LOADS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114818293752619081?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114818293752619081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114818293752619081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114818293752619081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114818293752619081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114818293752619081' title='FOREVER dearies!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114813114795787664</id><published>2006-05-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T06:19:07.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GATHERING!</title><content type='html'>20th may 2005. funfunfun.&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog tomorow! taahs. (X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114813114795787664?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114813114795787664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114813114795787664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114813114795787664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114813114795787664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114813114795787664' title='GATHERING!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114804955517630332</id><published>2006-05-19T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:39:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kaki LEMBIK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cedar Girls' Annual Cross Country is OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wore my adidas shoes. didnt feel all hyped up about the running part though. but im glad i made it all the way! the darrlings except lyana of course, got top 80! BRAVOOO =DD it would be a miracle if i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;started off with amira and maisarah. followed amira. well, i TRIED to follow her. too fast. tired. lazy. slowed down and jog then walk. then i felt like shitting. SERIOUS SERIOUS. met lyana at the steepest slope. enjoying herself ahh, seeing people run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what touched my heart? when  was running in the macritchie compound towards the finishing line. the row of NPPC and NCC girls. =D the increased my semangat so much! first person was dian. then i remember seeing natalie. hazwani. cheryl. OHH! the juniors. hafizah, nabila. MUCH THANKS GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go husna!&lt;br /&gt;cmon youre reaching alr!&lt;br /&gt;go KAK husna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OH, BEST. i love love YARA. she was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;husna, dont look at the slope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=D the best encouragement although her face was all and super serious. then i heard this familiar LOUD voice. NURIN. &lt;em&gt;GO HUSNA! RUN ALL THE WAY! SPRINT. &lt;/em&gt;then i started zooming down. overtaking all those almost reaching. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;NO POSITION though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WAY TO GO 3N! 3rd place! Congrats to the six representing our class, FELICIA SIM, FELICIA GOH, MAGDALENE, NURIN, JAMIE, JESSIE! 3H got 1st, as expected. Darshini emerged champion individual runner, completing the 3.2km within about 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;*CLAPS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to town. and we wonder. when we order the the malay waiters in ENGLISH. WHY, WHY must they answer back in malay? WHAT IF, we just look malay but are not MALAY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at home, i was so tired. i slept. lepak like dunno what. DEEP SLEEP. SYIOK beb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, i understand the fact that what she said sounds rebelious. but when someone say it out of anger she doesnt really mean it. in the heat of the moment anything can be said and done out of raging emotions. she's still learning. you have to step up a step and understand her position and not just shoot with such insulting and horrendous words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it makes me sad just hearning you say such things. you tell her to think bfr she speaks. what about you?! did you think what sort of effect it might have upon her? she is still in the stage of growing up. still immature. with such nasty angsty words, you think she can understand the positiveness it has??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no way. i know you are trying to tell us to take care of the words we speak so that people wont get hurt because of what we said. but what about us? what about her? what about me?! i hurts and even you dont know it. yeah, practical. SOWHAT. all this while, last time, you know, i dont cry and say all the sorrys beacuse it hurts physically. but the scoldings and hurtful words are what i cannot absolutely take. the words pierce though sharper and harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;silent.  SHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114804955517630332?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114804955517630332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114804955517630332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114804955517630332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114804955517630332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114804955517630332' title='kaki LEMBIK'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114796326094475356</id><published>2006-05-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:41:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE(=</title><content type='html'>today had TWO photo taking sessions. 3N we HAVE to work better on this. everything was just a fake front HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLDDS hectic. then arm wrestle with amira, elle and isadora. amria lembik. actually its because she ddint use correct part of the arm to push. she has been using her wrist thats why i can still feel she didnt put much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elle power seh. but i still managed to slam her hand down. but because they wanna see me go down they made me arm wrestle with ISADORA. BADMINTON PLAYER. wow. BRAVO BRAVO! =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she won, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bedok area. i need to teach amira the art of putting up a bold front when MATS are around because she keeps wanting to leave the place or go away whenever those people like hang around near. be brave my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end SSS met up together at KFC. while waiting i made designs of our future jumpers. drew out those baggy jumpers and wrote each name at the back like those u see on a jersey.&lt;br /&gt;i want i want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started slang-ing. LYANA started it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taa taa my darrlings!&lt;br /&gt;i like, cant stop talking like this. omg! im so enjoying this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MACAM ITIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;all in a day's fun for us. (=&lt;br /&gt;cross country tomorrow. GOOD LUCK HUSNA! malas ah nak lari..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114796326094475356?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114796326094475356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114796326094475356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114796326094475356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114796326094475356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114796326094475356' title='SMILE(='/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114787639020126221</id><published>2006-05-17T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:34:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" anyone who,&lt;br /&gt;can TOUCH YOU&lt;br /&gt;can HURT YOU&lt;br /&gt;or HEAL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who,&lt;br /&gt;can REACH YOU&lt;br /&gt;can LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CAN love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or LEAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CAN leave me "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;even you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/10029129-114787639020126221?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114787639020126221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114787639020126221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114787639020126221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114787639020126221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114787639020126221' title='ANYONE'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114787597732939370</id><published>2006-05-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:26:17.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing the past yet again</title><content type='html'>you should really keep a diary. in the near future you would want to one day, flip through the pages of your life in the past and laugh or cry about it. and today, i found out i keep NUMEROUS diaries. and it looks like each book was for one year. one book was since 2004 and only on the few occasions do i write in all of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i THINK i wrote this 'poem' in secondary two, last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i opened myself&lt;br /&gt;to let you in.&lt;br /&gt;You settled in me&lt;br /&gt;And left, creating a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second life&lt;br /&gt;boils deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down;&lt;br /&gt;but no time to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this openly;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling, GOD'S gift.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing you in me,&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of him." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and a caption was written at the bottom; BUT ITS NOT ABOUT BEING PREGNANT!&lt;br /&gt;i think i vaguely remembered showing this to someone, forgot who though. but yeah, i remembered her saying that it sounded as though i had pre-maritial sex. WHOA. but no, the 'thing' that settled in me was a FEELING. a kind of emotion! not a CHILD! jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people started cmmenting on my new spectacles&lt;br /&gt;EVA said: husna, wassup with the whole new MINAH look?&lt;br /&gt;wow like ive never heard THAT before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything sucked yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i didnt feel good&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;maybe its all up in this SOTONG head of mine&lt;br /&gt;like ANYBODY cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school had ELDDS&lt;br /&gt;lilin wanted to do heart-to-heart talk with us&lt;br /&gt;and somone saidshe was going to cry&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach serena dug up the truths about being students&lt;br /&gt;in cedar, in singapore from us&lt;br /&gt;like she can do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;but it's nice she wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's session was different&lt;br /&gt;no more STAND UP AND MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;more of using eyes and mind to watch  theatre performances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back by bedok interchange&lt;br /&gt;1 hour lecture by my dad&lt;br /&gt;whatever he said wasnt new to my ears&lt;br /&gt;so i got bored&lt;br /&gt;and kept rocking back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira called me&lt;br /&gt;yada yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;got photo taking&lt;br /&gt;SAD. MMmmmMmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short OK day.&lt;br /&gt;no lessons unless you count the group discussion lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had drama performances whole of before recess&lt;br /&gt;MACBETH&lt;br /&gt;do i love thee?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i cant do SUCH lit text&lt;br /&gt;too CHIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVA PERFORMED DURING &lt;a href="mailto:BUZZ@CANTEEN"&gt;BUZZ@CANTEEN&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;soo cool!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what part she playing&lt;br /&gt;but she played the electrical guitar&lt;br /&gt;FUUHYOH beb. jealous gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath. MR TAN didnt come in until like last 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch coach carter during english&lt;br /&gt;" you will get respect from me until you abuse that respect "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YADAYADAYADA&lt;br /&gt;phototaking at three&lt;br /&gt;sec threes rawk. =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamam at LJS paya lebar&lt;br /&gt;go home&lt;br /&gt;american idol: elliot's open arms touched my heart. taylor's you are so beautiful brought tears to my eyes. im not kidding. i TEARED. not CRY. TEARED. because i was thinking and listening to the lyrics. i can be moved JUST LIKE THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114787597732939370?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114787597732939370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114787597732939370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114787597732939370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114787597732939370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114787597732939370' title='reminiscing the past yet again'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114770300057296697</id><published>2006-05-15T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:32:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RABAK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lessons went on as usual, sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chem praticals are nice. titrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;working with ACIDS and alkalis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;additional maths was additionally DULL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;math paper in fornt of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i continued to read the CINTA ABADI underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS/HIST was socially interactive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to hear magdalene actually laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos she laugh no sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school me and mai collected our specs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i owe lyana, mai and amria $10 EACH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, thank you for helping darrlings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate a KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to ban amira from her WATER DRINKING SPREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she drank HALF already when she hasnt even finish her masshed potato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DASYAT beb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so lyana made a deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if amira doesnt say KENYANG in the middle of her meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we will return her beloved coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if she does, HAHA, BURP BURP BURP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh then, she said kenyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lyana &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BURP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuuh, that just does it for amira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;suddely she got an idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;out comes her radio handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pluck in the earphones and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KENYANG KENYANG KENYANG KENYANG KENYANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;clever amira, clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;budden, lyana counted.&lt;br /&gt;HABIS AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BURPS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for cik nur amira bte razali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ohh, then I tried to help amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if she can FINISH her whole meal, lyana wont do burps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tapi, mai ngan lyana tak kasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so instead, we give amira 50% discount on BURPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so it was 3.5 Burps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the 0.5th oe i dunno how she gna do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but she gna do it anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLA BLA BLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i started wearing my specs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;felt weird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lyan aboasted about having perfect vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;then she started to hyper ventilate over DOUGIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;took 60 home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here's the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love our MALAY MATS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anooying big tak sedar diri goons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but they are super cheeky i cant stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;66 came first. then u know what one of then did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pergi tolong the driver park depan the stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like the airplane people know they wave their arms back anf forth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then 60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they stood outside the doorway like ushers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sekali they took THAT 60 and i was ALR sitting at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIGHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SURROUNDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;luckily the mat that was beside me was not the MOST GATAL one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NASIBBB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they were randomly talking to this uncle behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;uncle eat alr? just got back from work ah. ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crap like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then they attacked this miniskirt malay girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;awak awak awak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eh AWAK awak awak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;awak jgn gini lah&lt;br /&gt;eh eh dier senyum tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alah alah MANIS NYE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;flirt flirt flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eh yang dudok sebelah halim tu CUTE ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hHehHAHahHAEHEHeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cute cute cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alamak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;continued gatal-ing with the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;while doing this they are always like talking to the driver like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AH AH uncle uncle drop here STOOOP ah, auntie wanna go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then the mat beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AISH uncle nie&lt;br /&gt;gini nak gi woodlands pun tahun depan tak sampai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nasib baek berhenti pat bedok reservoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i couldnt help it so i giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then the malay girl almost reach her bustop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the MAIN MAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nie nak gi maner nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nak gi rumah kawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;eh nak ikut boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAHA, ah ah dah takot dah kan dier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ah ah kan. NAAAkal dier eh&lt;br /&gt;kan mak dah bilang jgn talk to strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then the girl dropped down at her stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;uncle uncle stop here ah yahh, stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my grepen wanna go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;REWIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh got one part the MAIN MAT asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ader kakak?&lt;br /&gt;takder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ader abang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;takder? bagus. kalau ader takut ah nak kacau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nanti abng gangster plak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FORWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then i dropped down at MY stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;umm.. adek balik tu balik terus ehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jgn merayap. gi lepak bawah blok sumer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im like, HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes mr, i SHOULD SOO listen to some random mat EH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in my head i was like, DAH MERAYAP DAH PUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/10029129-114770300057296697?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114770300057296697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114770300057296697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114770300057296697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114770300057296697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114770300057296697' title='RABAK.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114760277097154531</id><published>2006-05-14T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:32:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shits</title><content type='html'>i woke up. fixed myself cheesy omelette. ate it. watched hollywood bollywood. went madrasah. it was superboring. i felt like dying. i hope tomorrow is a better and more fun day. i really really hope so. im rotting here. on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow is going to be specs collecting day. HEH. im so looking forward to my new image. (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114760277097154531?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114760277097154531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114760277097154531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114760277097154531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114760277097154531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114760277097154531' title='shits'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114752950412105903</id><published>2006-05-13T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:41:24.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should just stop thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i bruise easily; so be gentle when you handle me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bruise easily; there's a mark you leave like a loveheart carved on a tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking makes me crazy. i get myself all stressed up just by thinking some shitassed nonsense. i create a stupid situation in this muddled up head of mine and i actually become afrais it might happen i real life. but these situations i create are quite reasonable and are possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel weary this few days. so i write. i write so i dont keep EVERYTHING bottled up inside me. then i read my previous entries. i felt like breaking down. so much stuff happened already. up till now. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not be all depressing now. CIP was fun! leenaa, the hot babe, and me, just the babe(= had so much fun to day walking up and down orchard road. Ouuh Lala! Flag Day is really a chore, no doubt about that. you cant expect us to stand outside the mrt asking people for donations all day do u? of course not, so what do we do? WINDOW SHOP! yummeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was famous amos. i bought myself butterscotch chips &amp; pecan. then we OOUUHED and AAAHED over the perfumes and make ups. then TOPSHOP. the clothes were SEXAAY. the bags were so tempting. and the accessories! SIGHS, too bad no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many freebies were given out along the sidewalk. we collected like, 2 balloons, a free green tea drink, tissue and took pictures with cartoon characters! we even had free entertainment from a 6 year old boy, ethan ong, who played drums like a PRO. SUHHWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to HEEREN, heaven for teenagers like me. i LOVE LOVE flash and splash. we went up to 77th street and i inflicted pain upon my ear. it felt both satisfying and regretful at the same time.  im just not myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh when we walked at the underground tunnel, guess who i saw? DIAN! (= so coincidental, then of course i asked her for donation. andi must give her creds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU DIAN! for your generosity of S$1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who else we saw? a whole group of those bananas. sadelana saw khalis. she pointed. i saw zul then xuanhan. then we patah balik and i poked xuanhan on the back and extort out money from him. HEHEH. we were begging ah. SO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU XUANHAN! for your generous amount of S$1.20! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and thank you also for the rest who stood at the escalator and NOT DONATING. )X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i had a fun day today. compared to yesterday, which was down right depressing. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i am a bulletproof glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you shoot me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do not break, just crack and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaving a mark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114752950412105903?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114752950412105903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114752950412105903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114752950412105903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114752950412105903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114752950412105903' title='i should just stop thinking.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114743134610783554</id><published>2006-05-12T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:56:12.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;seeing through the eyes of a girl&lt;br /&gt;this girl was holding hands with her love&lt;br /&gt;then her friend mocked her&lt;br /&gt;her dad standing behind her friend&lt;br /&gt;and her love just lets go&lt;br /&gt;he went away, disappears&lt;br /&gt;leaving her alone&lt;br /&gt;her fren beat her&lt;br /&gt;followed by her dad&lt;br /&gt;not approving of what she is doing&lt;br /&gt;she is covered in slashes&lt;br /&gt;she is covered in tears&lt;br /&gt;she runs away&lt;br /&gt;another friend saw her&lt;br /&gt;and ran after her to keep her down&lt;br /&gt;she finds a spot and hides&lt;br /&gt;she thinks&lt;br /&gt;and thinks&lt;br /&gt;and thinks&lt;br /&gt;her friends wasnt her friends anymore&lt;br /&gt;her dad was unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;but most of all she was hurt&lt;br /&gt;hurt that her love left her&lt;br /&gt;suddenly she was holding a sharp object in her right hand&lt;br /&gt;she does nothing&lt;br /&gt;then she looks down on her left wrist&lt;br /&gt;there was blood&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wakes up to real life&lt;br /&gt;realise she cried along with the dream&lt;br /&gt;she continued to cry&lt;br /&gt;afraid&lt;br /&gt;she is afraid;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114743134610783554?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114743134610783554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114743134610783554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114743134610783554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114743134610783554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114743134610783554' title='im scared'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114722909232147059</id><published>2006-05-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:44:52.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>credits to me!</title><content type='html'>there's no school today. im going out with the darrlings later and i havent told my parents yet. NICE. but i did mention SOMETHING to my mom. i said; ma, do u have 50bucks now? i gonna buy my specs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting the CINTA ABADI book alr. the previous book was a hit on the face. it teaches that your first love can REALLY NEVER be forgotten. even then, you cant always hope for it or hold on to those memories. and if a sincere love comes by dont reject it, because you may not immediately feel for him, but your love will grow for him.&lt;br /&gt;so the story goes. kekasih pertama seri bersama zul. tetapi banyak halangan membuat mereka terpaksa berpisah. namun,  kasih sejati dan cinta ikhlas azlan menyambut seri. seri tetap keliru kerana sayangnya terhadap zul masih membakar di dalam hatinya. tapi, dia terpaksa berkahwin dgn azlan supaya keluarganya gembira. BLAHBLAH. jealousy, sad, happy. in the end, seri tetap setia dengan azlan dan dia menutup buku, kisah cinta dia dan zul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUHOO.&lt;br /&gt;i will go to bedok library today and return the freakishly overdue books.&lt;br /&gt;i edited my blogskin. the template is strictly mine! i made it and im so proud. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i wear kurta or double shirt??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114722909232147059?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114722909232147059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114722909232147059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114722909232147059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114722909232147059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114722909232147059' title='credits to me!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114718516420641612</id><published>2006-05-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T07:32:44.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl power!</title><content type='html'>i feel super patriotic to womenkind today. i think lyana might have spread her feminism aura to me. to the men/boys/guys out there, not ALL of us may be physically strong, that i agree, but NEVER NEVER deny our emotional and mental strength. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what, am I not supposed to have an opinion?&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep quiet just because I AM A WOMAN?&lt;br /&gt;Call me a BITCH cause I speak what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;If you look back in history it's a common DOUBLE STANDARD of society&lt;br /&gt;The guy gets all the glory the more he can score&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a WHORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand why it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You're just a LITTLE BOY&lt;br /&gt;Think you're so cute, so coy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must TALK SO BIG to make up for smaller things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a little boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you do is ANNOY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must talk so big to make up for smaller things&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that's that. the previous post was stupid. LAME. dont see. monday, i only remembered after school activities. 2N05' had their dance practice. and the np girls were just shakin it. and then we finally got it out of maisarah to tell us. then we proceded down for MLDDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jannah and me are the coordinators. BUT i still anticipate for a no CCA day. there was NO ONE in the class. so we put out bags anyway and went off to the canteen. and so yesterday was the first time maisarah and amira drank the homemade lime by auntie lily after spending at least 2 years here in cedar! DASYAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went ot the staffroom to confirm with cikgu. and me and mai apparently called at the same time! heh. then laugh laugh laugh. so only 1 sec one came and most sec 2s and threes came. overall quite fun although nothing was organized and we did the same thing as the previous two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;sec threes are supposed to put up a performance for &lt;a href="mailto:buzz@canteen"&gt;buzz@canteen&lt;/a&gt; THIS THURSDAY! i can dangerously say we are not prepared but HECK, it would be some performance i bet. so we practiced dikir and some of us made some BIGBIG plans which all of us are veryvery excited about, if it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished late. ended at like 5.45pm. oh, and elyana did something evil on purpose. WHOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;then i cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, amira's face was super sulky in the morning. OBVIOUS nah. oh and i finished the malay book i borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kubawa cintamu dimana kupergi meskipun ia bukan milikku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nice huh. im really into these jiwang books. nothing can beat malay language in romance. even english cant have theright, or perfect word to say or desribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and sss was super hyper today. just as i like it. crappy and full of laughter. but really teruk ah, baek jugak u people nampak the longkang. ingatkan main sampai tak ingatkan dunia seh.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and omar is making me hear the drum in blink 182 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is superb, i agree. the beats are awesome. i wish i could even LEARN any drum beat. the only beats im already good at is GENDANG-ON-THE-TABLE beats. (: we rawk at that.&lt;br /&gt;no school tomorrow. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114718516420641612?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114718516420641612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114718516420641612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114718516420641612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114718516420641612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114718516420641612' title='girl power!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114709926455947406</id><published>2006-05-08T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T07:41:04.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erase!</title><content type='html'>to those that read the previous post. HECCK. it was out of anger. i was pissed. i was raging with all sorts of different emotions. why, i guess its right when they say, husna is too sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears fall like rain droplets&lt;br /&gt;as the sky cast its shadows&lt;br /&gt;the girl's sorrow is overlooked&lt;br /&gt;her tearstained cheeks masked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine her curling on her bed&lt;br /&gt;as if breathing and sleeping soundly&lt;br /&gt;the darkness of the room overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;as she sobs and stain her sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clouds of smoke circling&lt;br /&gt;teasing her zone of comfort&lt;br /&gt;what was once seemed harmless&lt;br /&gt;grew dangerous inside of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i found this somewhere. if you are clever, and know me well to be my TRUE TRUE friend. you will know where(=&lt;br /&gt;tag me and guess please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114709926455947406?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114709926455947406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114709926455947406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114709926455947406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114709926455947406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114709926455947406' title='erase!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114693274068735044</id><published>2006-05-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:26:01.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src = "&lt;a href=" featuretype="bucketstrip&amp;featurename="BEYBEH&amp;amp;pa="/v240/deepersecrets/"&gt;http://smg.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketstrip&amp;featurename=BEYBEH&amp;amp;pa=/v240/deepersecrets/&lt;/a&gt;" height = 190 width = 425 border='0' frameborder='0' &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114693274068735044?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114693274068735044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114693274068735044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114693274068735044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114693274068735044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114693274068735044' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114692385370108579</id><published>2006-05-06T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:07:49.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>my mood is going up and down up and down these past few days. and it happens quite often like my sleepy head during amath lessons. uncontrollable ragging hormones!&lt;br /&gt;thurday and friday were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;amira called me the night bfr telling me someone wanted to go out with me today. but i was sitting on the fence or standing or hanging. whatever. HELLO?! exams. does that word explain everything? i think it does. i went out anyway since saya rindu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made us run 4 rounds around the small track. for crosscountry. WTH. running is warm up. WOW =0 then we did floorball, again. she's still teaching us to handle the ball, running up and down the volleyball court. the sun was scorching hot. there was not a spot missed on my body by the swet. it was super super super sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jogging was next. when they announced that jogging will resume for the secthrees, everyone sighed. you could feel the wave of disappointment. so, the enviromental factors was bad enough, pe was bfr jogging and now, JOGGING?! we didnt even have enough strength to eat MEE SOTO. i managed to dig out a few coins to but me 100plus and HtwoO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was panicking in the morning having no money and i was gng out. i woke my dad up in the morning to ask him for my usual two day allowance, but it was upstairs and i was alr late so i din take any. but then i thought, hey, without money means go without food. without food means, i dont eat! so it was a winwin situation since im on an onoff diet. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, imagine. you are all sticky and you're perspiring from head to toe. you stink. you feel drained and the weather isnt helping at all. then you didnt eat because you had no strength. AND THEN, your last common test. EMATH COMMON TEST was next period. how do you go about the situation?&lt;br /&gt;BEDAL AH.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn frustrating. i DID NOT complete the paper. i lost SO MANY marks. and the previous tests, i passed borderline. therefore, if i fail this test, i suppose, i fail emath for mid year. i dunno to laugh hysterically or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3N is hopeless romantics. i love them. because i am a hopeless romantic. a walk to remember, need i say more? the most sweet, innocent, sincere young love story you can ever watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took 66, alighted and took 87. i was late. i was approached by th emost unexpected people. sufie. nabila and nuri were with her. and i was asked by the most funny question. it was funny because she's asking such a question and look who was coming my way to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treasure every moment spent. even the quiet and silent moments. the noisy,talkative moments. the teasing moments. even the short moments as we take a bus ride home. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY, my two sayang DARLING friends dak takde kerje. so, they find work. BUT sadly for them they couldnt even see when when we were at the same place at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;KFC Bedok. BECAUSE, they envisioned a BLUE girl. unfortunately my friends, i was wearing my ROXY jacket therefore blinding their sight from my uniform(=&lt;br /&gt;and OH, brazil converse sports collection. JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;the weather was a total opposite from the day before. it was MUCH MUCH cooler. i went to for dental during 2nd period missing social studies. the nurse kept using the word NAUGHTY on us. HELLO. we are secondary school students, TEENAGERS. please dont use NAUGHTY, its so lame. LAMEEE. maybe the kids in cedar primary affected her range of vocabulary words on us. it only took me like 2 min with the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she complimented my teeth! 2nd year in a row. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your teeth desrve a trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thats what she said. SMILES. but i still wana go for whitening. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was due for an appointment at 2.30 at bedok. and i was 30mins late. FINE. SOMEONE had to finger me how late i was. PFFT. so i learned that the purpose for him asking me out was because he wants to buy me the bag ive been rattling about. thank you thank you so much. BUT, he didnt manage to because i spoilt his whole niat. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;then, at night i felt bad. sorry. but thank you anyway for actually noticing what i wanted. i really appreciate the thought. AND DONT TWIST MY WORDS MR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say i got CAUGHT. i would say, i coincidentally was seen by a few people. his cikgu (selamat to you on that one), kak khalis, kak shaniza, farahzlin, and maisarah's mom. and i just received news that isa saw us in the mrt and he thought i was TAOing him. we were at TAMPINES. need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to XUANHAN at night. didnt talk much. wasnt as talkative was i? sorry. then my mother scolded me and i had to hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;i slept alot today. all thats on the television today is, ELECTIONS. surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting. WUUHOO. =&lt;br /&gt;i had DAIRY chocettes.&lt;br /&gt;MEE SOTO.&lt;br /&gt;donuts.&lt;br /&gt;and i made my own breakfast this morning cause everybody else woke up earlier and ate evrything up.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY MR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114692385370108579?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114692385370108579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114692385370108579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114692385370108579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114692385370108579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114692385370108579' title='...'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114664594246769993</id><published>2006-05-03T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:45:42.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>on sunday. have i blogged about this day? gosh i cant remember. well, this would be 2nd telecast if the 'live' version have been published. anyhow, all remembered was that sunday was an awful guilty awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilty and awful were its after effects of what ive done. i chatted with the owner of the rotten cabbage in the morning then went off for religious classes as per normal. boarded 21 at the rainbow bustop and saw natashah at the other side of the road at the next bustop. so she missed the earlier bus. but guess who boarded the bus instead? HAIDAR.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered thinking; this guy looks familiar. then i think my brain had to extort files from the internet brain cells cos i recognize the guy who was walking towards the back of the bus from friendster pictures. the wonderful uses of the ever time wasting, FRIENDSTER. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dropped at a bustop before masjid khadijah where 7eleven is. and bought a top-up card although i dont see a purpose of wasting my idiotic eighteen singapore dollars since i cant use it that much anyway. well, not that i see a purpose in anything that i did nowadays anyway. SO, ANYWAY, all around me were bundles and bundless and shelves of JUNK and CHOCOLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see a tip: you can just buy for husna ONE ferrero rocher and she will be on cloud nine. OR anything chocoletey.&lt;br /&gt;her heart desires to feel that sweet warmth surrendering their lives to her welcoming taste buds and to put a smile on her face. her heart desires for him too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on a donteat campaign which is not going well for me cos my friends who care for me so much and cant bear to see me not eat manage to pujuk me that i end up eating ALOT in a day. so yes, i didnt buy anything even though i had the singaporedollars in my wallet. madrasah was dull. i slept. then BLAHBLAHBLAH madrasah ended. and i waited at the steps for my sister as per normal. the sec4 boys came down from their class and if u can imagine were in the MATiest of clothes. they gots them caps, them shirt, them tappered pants, even them slippers! oh, they gots them bags too.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, im still a girl and i think some of them were good looking even how mat looking they were. but thats our malay mats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my father picked us up and he tells us we're going to my grandfather's house. go see him since he was at the hospital and stuff. went back to my block  picked my maid, my mom and nur muhammad. then we buzzed off to his house at hougang. and i got excited cause they said we were gonna eat outside after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT at my granfather's house, they served us food! so we had to eat. so i ate and it was delicious mind you. ok so, nvm. after that we decided to go eat at swensens but since we alr ate,  we decided to just have desert thr. but NOOO, i had to eat a meal. AND calamansi shurbet AND chocolate crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see another tip: you can plaster a smile on my face just by treating me to any ice cream. you'll get a hug if u can buy the correct flavour! my favourite flavour!&lt;br /&gt;im yearning for sticky chewy chocolate right now. or a boston nut brownie from coffee bean with vanilla ice cream on top topped with chocolate syrup. YUM. and im yearning for u)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, thats when the guiltiness started to pour over me. im alr fat. and i ate ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;i need to lose a few kgs then will i be happy. AND dont day excersice cos i have been excersicing more than usual these past few days ever since i stepped up onto that weighing scale and got the shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday was  another eating fest. and apparently SOMEONE with SOMEBODY went to the same place i did that day. LUCKILY, i didnt bump into you or well, nothing. you'd probably just be embarrased wouldnt you, MAISARAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway in the morning my father woke me and my sister up by tuning in to some tamil radio station and turning it out super loud. i just cant be bothered with his irritating antics and continued to dream. my sister got up switched it off and closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, when i finally decided to wake up the family is all ready to go eat macdonalds. so i had to rush. and these few days ive been obsessing over mascara and eyeliner so being in a hurry doesnt mean i had no time to apply those black wonders on my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went down to eat at macs and i had a big breakfast meal! then my dad just so happens to ask AGAIN, is anyone still hungry? i raised my hand and sighed and said but im fat.&lt;br /&gt;then i think ive been complaining so much about my undesired weight gained that he 'shouted', youre not fat! you just have big bones. and ure lucky u have a nice bone structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, oh really? thank you thank you, if thats the case, i was hotcakes! SO, another day of eating more than im supposed to began. i went to the airport and jalan2 thr. like serously walk around the place and take pictures like nobody's business. and i was walkign with my sisters, my auntie, uncle, and NENEK. wuuhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nenek rox man. she was crapping along and crapping with me. she actually pointed to this weird ugly old guy and said tu husna nyer byfren. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at a food centre at some carpark. and i had banana smoothie. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;(ironic thing is right now, im fasting and im talking about food all the way in this post) BRAVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. yesterday, went to bedok after school. ate at KFC. the library had a blackout and th was a kid stuck in the lift. anf we made frens with girls for bedok green because all of us wanted to witness the opening of the lift. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND shouldve stayed on a little bit longer at the interchange. then at least some communication some talk SOMETHING could have stop me from missing you THAT  MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;its unbearable. and its pretty tiring. and lyana you're right.&lt;br /&gt;WE SENT AT LEAST HALF OF OUR LIVES JUST WAITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i keep on waiting patiently.&lt;br /&gt;faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'keep the faith. trust,' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114664594246769993?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114664594246769993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114664594246769993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114664594246769993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114664594246769993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114664594246769993' title='(:'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114645970194913670</id><published>2006-04-30T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:01:41.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH(=</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;27/4&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i ate alot. i feel fat. its terrible. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;im going out to eat now. going airport. HAIK. TO EAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114645970194913670?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114645970194913670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114645970194913670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114645970194913670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114645970194913670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114645970194913670' title='HIGH(='/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114630657162665582</id><published>2006-04-29T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:52:56.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>takde kerja day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after school we evaluated 3H's execution thingy. NARMADHA CAN COOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YUMMEH(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she made me love VEGE with her dish. her potato pancake was nice. and even her orange juice which wasnt spose to be evaluated was NICE! haha. sarah was like, ' asal kau selalu kat sini?' NVM. i love my 3H and their YUMMEH foodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when school was dismissed we ran down for the HOME EC. room but mrs woo apparently shooed a couple of them away cos we were 'disturbing' them. so after filling our stomachs without having to cash out any money, HEH, the 2N05' started practicing for their &lt;a href="mailto:BUZZ@CANTEEN"&gt;BUZZ@CANTEEN&lt;/a&gt;. COMICAL! CARTOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their moves were so THEM. amira and me watched them for a while. I MISS 2O05' MALAY MEMBERS. honestly, i never thought i would rindu last years class but I DO! i'll be waiting for that VESAK DAY reunion girls! where are we going anw? update me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school me and amira were having a GIRLFREN'S conversation. STRICTLY girls only. then went to juice station. i love that shop. before you enter it you can start smelling the fresh, distinct, healthy scent from the MANYMANY fruits and VEGE they have there. although i still wonder why they set up one of their shops in a QUITE ULU area where the money made will probably only come form us cedarians, thank gawd they are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the service there is friendly. i took my time to decide and the guy thr just waits. so i chose ice blended SOURSOP. then it started to drizzle just abit and me and amira are still on our girl talk. we ended up taking 154 and took the mrt to bedok.&lt;br /&gt;WE REALLY HAD NOTHING TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around bedok centre. looking OUT. not looking FOR. LOOKING OUT. then went to the library to soak in some of the COLD AIR. then i went looking for malay romance novels while amira went to use the internet service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the loo and amria came out with my bag saying she was fed up cause thr were acouple of mats making noise an running about like nobody's business. IDIOTS. apperently thr were these minahs in damn short skirt which i felt like screaming at them why do u even wear a skirt when u could just have ur undies on and it wouldnt make a diff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haikk. the world nowadays. yeah so thse mats were chasing aft thse minahs. IRRITATING. then we went to walk twrds KFC. LOOKING OUT! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walk back go bedok interchange. as per normal, i had to wait until 26 comes for amira then i can go home. sat at the railings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at night my father made us sisters watch this DEBATE OF THE CENTURY. the topic was a religious topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS THE BIBLE GOD'S WORD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pencadang- REV. jimmy swaggart (christianity)&lt;br /&gt;pambangkang- ahmed deebat (islamic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was pretty alright. my sister slept on the couch and my fatehr actually sent her off to bed! CHEATER. i kept dozing off on the other sofa and my dad FARTS. F.A.R.T. to keep me awake cos the smell SUCKED. it was almost 11pm alr then like me and my sis dowan to get off out butts to amek wudhu then my fatehr started his kung fu antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we fight. its for real. i punch and kick him hard FOR REAL. he punches and kicks back for real. he puts strength into it but not so much. BUT THERE IS STILL FORCE. so he repeatedly punched my arm like it was a punching bag or something. and his face is all scrunched up like those real boxer. ACTION LAH KONON. then i shouted at his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGAT TAK SAKIT KAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then he stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and attack my sister next. then i rammed him onto the kitchen tabletop. and hide inside the toilet. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;REWIND to around 7+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my babybrother. cute. adorable. HANDSOME. HOT. strong. HANDSOME. botak.&lt;br /&gt;HE SLOBERS. can flood. he sucks his thumb which we dont encourage him to do I DUNNO WHY. so whenever he tries to put his thumb into his mouth my father stops him then like beats lightly his hand then slap him LAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WAS SO ANGRY.  i was 'handcuffing' his hand from moving anywhr near my brother. but he put up a fight so i had to be strong and i fought back. he twist his hand so that my hand was twisted and he squeezed my veins. i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANDAI EH. ATTACK URAT. JAPJAP, IM LAUGHING TAK KUAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then he lets go i compose my strength and he immediately strated 'slapping' my bro again. i pushed his hands away and i SLAPPED MY DAD's cheeks. BOTH. WUHHOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the fighting goes on until my maid decides to save my bro because he needs his milk(:&lt;br /&gt;LALALA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, im chatting now. that was friday.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS SATURDAY. the whole day was a boring day. entertaining people online. since afternoon until NOW(: i enjoy making people happy even if it takes me looking/sounding stupid just to put a smile on their faces, i dont mind(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the whole world just came to my house to watch football. MANU VS CHELSEA. apparently, chelsea thrashed manu 3-0. uh huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need to make someone smile now. i think u know who u are. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114630657162665582?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114630657162665582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114630657162665582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114630657162665582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114630657162665582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114630657162665582' title='takde kerja day.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114613861966439692</id><published>2006-04-27T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T06:32:56.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>patience is truly a virtue. kesabaran akn sentiasa diuji. sentiasa.&lt;br /&gt;so 27/4 is a really nice day. i think i talked alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had history first period. had to do some SEQ but as per normal, i didnt quite complete it. then PE. ran three rounds. i thought one round i was superr happy but NO, she had to +2 to it. then mother tongue did surat rasmi. i wrote CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thr was no jogging cos they used that periosd for pupils who wanted to retest their NAPFA. so we changed into uniforms and amira wanted to just hang at the back of the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH&lt;br /&gt;RAINBOW(: in the morning cos it was quite hot and it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, we sat and lyana storytold about her UNCLE. SECAREE. went down for recess. i spent only 30cents! SOYABEAN BAYBEH.&lt;br /&gt;then RAN. they RAN for the rasa sedap stall cos today got MEE SOTO. the hafizah was like pointing to them and telling me, "YOUR FRENS".&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, as whacky and crazy as they may be, I LOVE THEM(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had english got back report writing. then TWO periods of CHEM. MARKER FACED mr tan!&lt;br /&gt;heh. i did badly for chem even thought i passed. BAH. so packed quickly, and said our goodbyes to the class and luck to lyana and we went to 3h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira changed cos she sayd our uniform is obvious. WHICH IS TRUE. people can recognize a cedarian from a MILE away. exaggeration but u get the idea. we missed the first 154. so we were pretty DEAD. and LATE.&lt;br /&gt;amira and me took mrt. and we walked really really FAST. mai took 28 cos she only had coins.&lt;br /&gt;then when he reach the plc whr we were spose to meet them. they werent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got scared. but i obviously didnt show. lols. i was super calm ON THE OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;BUGIS BK. 7.&lt;br /&gt;66(: so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sqroot9&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114613861966439692?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114613861966439692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114613861966439692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114613861966439692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114613861966439692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114613861966439692' title='(:'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-114605568008819483</id><published>2006-04-26T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:48:00.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWW BLOG(:</title><content type='html'>hellos. new skin. new add. newNewNEW!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home early todae. SHOCKING. i reached home at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked myself. went to the juice station bought bananahoneyyogurt.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMEH.&lt;br /&gt;shall blog everyday now that my computer is working like MARVELOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhighhigh.althought for the past few days i havent been so joyful.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be my normal optimistic HUSNA.&lt;br /&gt;who's hus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IAMHUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-114605568008819483?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/114605568008819483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=114605568008819483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114605568008819483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/114605568008819483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#114605568008819483' title='NEWW BLOG(:'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113669401436113985</id><published>2006-01-07T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:20:14.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST WEEK 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First week of 2006 is basically, first week of school lah. Mai was sick on the first week of school, made her laugh and sidetrack her mind abit, she's alright in the end and at shrooms burger after school.&lt;br /&gt;First say of school, alot of talk from teachers. Like, what they expect and stuff. And 3N, we'll rawk your eyeballs out. LOL. Look at our class, the faces, got tao ones got guai ones, got KENTAL ones, like me! 2nd day of school is alright. Still not much schoolwork done and MAISARAH volunteered herself as secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school, sss, except lyana went tamp and ate at this new place for us. the popiah is nice but amira had to consume it as though it was like a fear factor for her. FUNNEH. then they wanted cekak, wrapping paper to wrap ther files and as it turned out, both got the EXACT same thing. and well, AMIRA, MAISARAH. what do get? CAT FIGHT! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh yea and our eyeballs were like at attention. and there were many many ribbets around. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thursday, was my turn at being sick.  vomitted thrice before recess. one in malay class where lyana teman-ed me. another on the way back from mly class. another before going for pe where amira rubbed my back. lol.haikk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after school went to the kedai mamak near my place and ate loads of stuff. and where we found the mystery PRATA PISANG. and i could have sworn the people there were STARING at us. like we belonged more to the LJS, KFC, that kinda places. hey, good food? we'll just raid the place. RIGHT? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friday, had assembly and the new principal, mrs oae yang, izzit? lol i dunno, gave us like a review of 2005. and like every other year the most unfavourable is always the sec threes. so i think us, sec threes this year, may be the batch with a more enlightening opinion. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after school had MLDDS and mai me and amira met three sec ones in ML room. on eof them name, HUSNA. cool huh. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh yea sss is aka yumeius. wakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeper&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113669401436113985?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113669401436113985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113669401436113985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113669401436113985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113669401436113985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113669401436113985' title='FIRST WEEK 2006'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113517288144731037</id><published>2005-12-21T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T05:56:09.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE TAGGED?</title><content type='html'>Post 5 weird/random facts about yourself. At the end, list 5 people (im doing MORE) who are to do this next. Leave a comment that says 'YOU ARE TAGGED' in their blog and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I used to be suicidal. Yes. Tried to, you know, like twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am sentimental. I dont have the heart to throw away stuff. Like, it means at least SOMETHING to me. Even if it doesnt, I will at least be able to look back at it as a chapter that was in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I sleep with EVERYTHING on. Everything means, either the TV or radio. And DEFINITELY the sleeping light. I never, NEVER sleep without having a light to keep me company through the dark. The TV, i will set a timer on it. Like an hour or so. The radio keep it on to 987fm and then somewhere during the night my father or mother will come and switch it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I cry almost EVERYDAY before I sleep. Be it because I am happy or I have been hurt somewhen in the day. Before I sleep because, I think and wonder about stuff in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I AM NOT STRAIGHT! I AM A LESBIAN! *winks How can I be right? Well, I used to think about being a lesbian because I seriously gave up on BOYS. At that point of time, BOYS just sucks to me. Perangai macam taik. WHOOPS. Maaf kepada kaum adam. Not anymore &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And CURRENTLY, I am FEMALE. I am a GIRL. And I am, HUSNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira&lt;br /&gt;maisarah&lt;br /&gt;lyana&lt;br /&gt;idah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAVAVOOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113517288144731037?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113517288144731037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113517288144731037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113517288144731037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113517288144731037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113517288144731037' title='YOU&apos;RE TAGGED?'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113517089240720945</id><published>2005-12-21T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T05:14:52.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSS outing!</title><content type='html'>Today was an extremely enlighting day for THEM and refreshing one for ME. Refreshing, because I've been stuck at home for the past few weeks and it sucks. Enlighting, because TRUTH OR DARE. Bahh, yall know yourselves. Took 31 all the way to Marine Parade from Tampines. Told Mai how kental we have progressed to become since the beginning of the year. And YES, we have gotten REALLY kental. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired. Shall update next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;imfallinghardforyou &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&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/10029129-113517089240720945?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113517089240720945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113517089240720945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113517089240720945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113517089240720945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113517089240720945' title='SSS outing!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113506195290898122</id><published>2005-12-19T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:01:02.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR</title><content type='html'>I could have updated but i have no clue as to what to update. Holidays are about to come to an end and I think I should make the most of it but I think most of it will be occupied by the amount to idiotic homework given. BAHH. The holidays is, like everytime I complain, BORING. BUT recently, alot have happened which flickered a huge amount of light and happiness. HEH. But lately also, I have been given alot of insults, scoldings and nagging. BAHH. Should be normal for me, but it hurts everytime I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i may talk alot, but alot too i dont talk about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO everybody is back from their HOLIDAYS right? READY for another bloody SHORT year? Im not. NO LAH. IAM!! I cant wait for another crazy PRANKY SSS year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waiting for tomorrow- cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113506195290898122?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113506195290898122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113506195290898122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113506195290898122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113506195290898122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113506195290898122' title='ROAR'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113343054295328900</id><published>2005-12-01T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:49:02.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahhhh. there is something wrong with my blog. and its NOT my itchy fingers. the NAVIGATIONS on the left sucks. eeks. well, i did fiddle with it abit change position, make it NICER lar. then NOW. ARGH. im pissed. SUPER pissed right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what are u doing reading this? go pick up the phone and cheer me upp LAR. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nyehehs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113343054295328900?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113343054295328900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113343054295328900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113343054295328900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113343054295328900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113343054295328900' title='PISSED'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113335132035102599</id><published>2005-11-30T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T03:48:40.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my blog okayy already. weeehoo. i think i'll keep for a along long long TIME&gt;BORED. all i can i say for now. AMAZING RACE STARTING SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113335132035102599?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113335132035102599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113335132035102599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113335132035102599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113335132035102599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113335132035102599' title='YAYNESS'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113333095391288765</id><published>2005-11-29T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:09:13.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my sister is absolutely in LOVE with the BLACKEYED PEAS. seriously. BUT the special thing is its WHICH sister. GUESSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ULFAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. the 1 year old one. she grooves to their song man. as in really JOGET. so what her sister so? I turned up the volume and dance also lah. and teach her some more MOVES. im SUCH a GREAT sister. WOWHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;husna is really bored u know. yes. husna as in this husna. SIGHHH. school's starting in a month's time. IM NOT READY! no books. no bag. no new pencil case. no EVERYTHING! haik haik haik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OOUUH. tonight got AMAZING RACE. must watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im so rooting for the Weavers Family. TOTALAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why are u reading this when u cna entertain me thru a call or msn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HMM?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hehs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113333095391288765?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113333095391288765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113333095391288765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113333095391288765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113333095391288765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113333095391288765' title='BEP'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113325560570619400</id><published>2005-11-29T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:19:30.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont fret it, you bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday was interesting, i guess. my nenek complains im going out too often. but see, she doesnt see that everytime i go out, it's different reason. like last week, it was camp so i bet it was fun for them that i wasnt home. and also there was the hari raya outing with YMC and cedarians. a CLASH that can never happen again. so yesterday was because amira asked me to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i din know what was going to happen just that i was going to eat with amira, safiah and atiqah. but there's a catch as to why amira desperately wanted me to meet them cause then, *RINNNNG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;''husna, you have to help me later kayy&lt;br /&gt;\\ help with what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;''just help lar, later i tell you. kay. KAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HUNG UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was practically dragged from TM MAC up to 4th level, LJS. and surprise surprise she tells me who they saw when we were on the 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\\ im in big booboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th floor she ddoesnt tell me ANYTHING and asked me to pass tix and money to SOMEONE. i was blur like SOTONG larrr. amira2, why couldnt you do it yourself? be brave, be bold!! anyway, it was pretty nooisy LJS. and i DO NOT. i repeat, DO NOT look like emma watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about last friday hari raya CLASH shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i wore a jubah. black jubah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;first house was safiah and we had nasi lemak. heavy breakfast! this time was with the cedarians. who: husna, amira, atiqah, safiah, jannah, sadel, yara, fadhil, dian, hazwani. after which was maisarah's hse. her nenek was at home. very rajin i must say. and i WILL NOT talk about amar. *eviiillll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there was, bubur LAMBOK?, mee kwayteow, kari eaten with bread on the table. laid out for us. laid out for us, GIRLS. i had serious SMS so i was pretty moody at the start of the whole day but it turned out well in the end. lyana's hse was next. her grandma was there too. but of course, her grandparents LIVED with her. so we had what you call, mee birthday. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;safiah left us after that and we went on to sadel's house. very nice very nice. all that MAKE UP. it didnt have to come you know. so we moved on to syed's hse me, amira, jay, and atiqah while tthe rest went to fadhil's hse.&lt;br /&gt;THATS when everything just SUCKED. hey this is my blog, i can say ANYTHING. hehs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i felt weird wen we suddenly stepped into syed's hse. felt as though we werent SUPPOSED to be there. atiqah felt much worse i presume. jannah started her too generous friendliness to his adik and cuz. i just felt like it was too overr. cause like we dont really know the family and stuff. so, AWKWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then we gots stuck at the staircase landing waiting for the bus service book to be taken out of the JAMBAN- what nabil calls hani's bag. honestly i think her bag was quite NICE. got into the bus and DING DING DING, its happening. jaye says fadhilah is inviting us, as in YMC inclusiveness, to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im thinking, WHY MAKE THE CLASH AND END UP FRETTING ABOUT IT? NEXT TIME, THINK TWICE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i could honestly see the look on the YMC people's faces that they DIDNT want to go, obviously. its someone they dont even know and its interrupting the whole schedule, so called. but who'd say NO right? i mean, even i wouldnt. so we reached her house, and TENG TENG TENG, i dont want to say. but hey, i felt like i wasnt too rude or anything considering there were guys around. GOSH, i could their face going TENSE man. and what happened to faris, from what i heard, is so embarrassing! UGH. now see, what could their impressions be now? HMMM?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on the way to jannah's house was funny. i guess we are LOUDHAILERS? nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we had the prawn fritters and jay's house. YAY! but of course, i loved it even though it wasnt crunchy no more. HAHA. whispers. whispers. whispers. HMMM. i wonder. dont need to wonder. i guess, i KNOW already huh. hehs. i guess i can be the bitch too sometimes. im not denying THAT fact. haha i remember. (mina ap) x))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the cedar people left. then the YMC left. then it was left to me, amira, atiqah and jannah. jannah HAD to to go to school. so her aunt drove us there and let me off at the main road for me to go watch HARRY POTTER and them to join the YMC people. so what i heard happened after i left was funny, and rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i dont care. x))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HARRY POTTER was a blast. though i HATED the ending cause i find it lame. but yes emma was HOT. rupert was blurrly funny and daniel is as always, courageous. cedric was hot. i DID NOT ADORE victor krum. i thougth he was boastily ugly. after the show my aunt and unc brought us somewhere for an ' EDUCATIONAL TOUR '&lt;br /&gt;changi village was their headed desination. i was shocked. they soooo looked like GURLS. i mean. their legs, face NOT BOOBY, and everything. my aunt just gave up on me. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that's it, FOR NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no hard feelings? WAKAKAKAKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113325560570619400?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113325560570619400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113325560570619400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113325560570619400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113325560570619400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113325560570619400' title='dont fret it, you bitch'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113021093797885986</id><published>2005-10-25T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:28:57.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faithful</title><content type='html'>in school now&lt;br /&gt;am i giving away anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking to a long lost overseas friend&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;thought he'd forgotten about me&lt;br /&gt;guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-113021093797885986?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113021093797885986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113021093797885986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113021093797885986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113021093797885986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113021093797885986' title='faithful'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-113005000144598736</id><published>2005-10-23T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:46:41.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drastic drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i thought of changing this skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i felt the same way again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so i shall not change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;iv been long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;bloody computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about starting with exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i dont understand why it's there in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ok fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i did badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i do have a right to be pissed dont i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i did not fail any one subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i did badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my results ranges from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;C6-B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ONLY, ok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all im going to do now is wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wait for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. the result of my stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. the arrival of the new baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. and get surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. and maybe some answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i can buka outiside with my friends now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wheee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i didnt expect the word 'YES" to come out of my father's mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im supper hyped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so last tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;after LTC [ dont wish to expand on this topic ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i went ot geylang and met the crazy people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;at mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;they've been there since 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and somone said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'nvm we'll stay here until they halau us'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i was really tired and pissed to have the mood to be chirpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sorry guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but it was kewl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i guess no one knows yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hey dad look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;think back and talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;did i grow up according to plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;do you thik im wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;doing things i want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but it hurts whan you disapprove all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and now i try hard to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i just want to make you proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;IM NEVER GONNA BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i dont fancy satying at home now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i got to know my mom will be at home for 3 mths for maternity leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i definitely know its more responsibility for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to be the eldest daughter&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know im not up to standard&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;its all my fault&lt;br /&gt;im to be blamed&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;its me&lt;br /&gt;me me me me me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;GONG&lt;br /&gt;im STUPID&lt;br /&gt;im DUMB&lt;br /&gt;im GONG&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH&lt;br /&gt;im not making any sense&lt;br /&gt;GOOD&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should shut up more&lt;br /&gt;actually i have been very quiet now adays&lt;br /&gt;been observing&lt;br /&gt;seen some stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i give more than i take&lt;br /&gt;but hey thats me&lt;br /&gt;love to make others happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think its true&lt;br /&gt;seeing how things are going around me&lt;br /&gt;i guess anything can come up&lt;br /&gt;may be a lie&lt;br /&gt;white lie&lt;br /&gt;a maybe&lt;br /&gt;an estimated claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is like a WHATEVER right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold on it gets better than you'l know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay positive x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&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/10029129-113005000144598736?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/113005000144598736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=113005000144598736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113005000144598736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/113005000144598736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#113005000144598736' title='drastic drop'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112704886873515899</id><published>2005-09-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T06:07:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm-</title><content type='html'>wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a dork&lt;br /&gt;i feel dumb&lt;br /&gt;i feel TOO NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husna is going to change&lt;br /&gt;its going to be drastic so, get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why i COULDNT cry when i was&lt;br /&gt;talking to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that&lt;br /&gt;when i talked to amira&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH&lt;br /&gt;why whould i cry right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS DUMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyana, my eyes wont be puffy&lt;br /&gt;change of plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyohhhh&lt;br /&gt;why so the jiwangs arh husna??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;so not you&lt;br /&gt;so disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the girl who is Always bubbly?&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the gurl who wud go to ends of the world to make&lt;br /&gt;people who are low laugh?&lt;br /&gt;OI!!&lt;br /&gt;where are u minah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snaps back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;bloody interesting&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys i didnt go with u all&lt;br /&gt;i sunnguh the sedih&lt;br /&gt;haha but i thought it was permanently cancelled&lt;br /&gt;so i made other plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YMC&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i could be eaten with those bunch&lt;br /&gt;they veh de rowdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wassup with the whole lights off and hiding thing huh?!&lt;br /&gt;i am fearful of the dark&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and irsyaad&lt;br /&gt;thank u for showing me and amira the way&lt;br /&gt;we could have really gotten lost&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u are taller than before&lt;br /&gt;whch means i have to look up even more&lt;br /&gt;DOOFUS&lt;br /&gt;join us next time for the gathering ok irsyaad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll kill you&lt;br /&gt;cekik u!&lt;br /&gt;with the help of a stool&lt;br /&gt;cos if not i cant reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more awkward moments yar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;wow. what a birthday gift. x\&lt;/span&gt;&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-10029129.post-112677074242885237</id><published>2005-09-15T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:52:22.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been long</title><content type='html'>ive never been posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 people celerating their birthdays together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we got a sticky chewy chocolate ad mocha ice cream cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i gots a pair of converse flowery sneakers, another pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, a roxy jacket of which i gots in advance and mathcing top and bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gosh i think all she ever does is sidetrack and continue talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at times when im bored or sleepy, i do like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but if goes on and on almost every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it does makes me menyampah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its madrasah yerp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then my comp suddenly wants to cooperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i used it until like 11pm even though school start next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then i gots two birthday wishes from both nadia and syarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i gots invited to join them group studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at PPBK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they were having a conference&lt;br /&gt;and i sebok2. so i joined their conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and now i know why zafran keep long fingernails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes i love you too adilah&lt;br /&gt;and i do remeber all of yall's birthdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the whole day all i did was anticipate bout the group studying thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then when finally school end ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mai and amria went togetehr with me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and i met rina and idah on the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and by the look of their faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i knew they werent happy at all to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cos most probably they thought i was going to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mai and amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;join us later on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when i said bye to mai and amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;theywere like 'eh they not following?'&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they going merayaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went BK and saw nadia outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and omar was sitting inside alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and both didnt realize the other was there, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then we all sat down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and adilah and afan joined us not long after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and we started studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to make one thing clear here&lt;br /&gt;because i wasnt very happy about it during the group study&lt;br /&gt;' yeah im from cedar. but could all of you all stop telling me&lt;br /&gt; im smart and all that bull. cos i dont like it. as far as i am concerned&lt;br /&gt; im just like you all. okay. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh that might have sound bad but i have to state what i felt lar&lt;br /&gt;anyway. then salleh came and the guys shifted to anotehr table&lt;br /&gt;then nadia and me got hingry and couldnt concentrate anymore&lt;br /&gt;so we ate&lt;br /&gt;then when the boys finally wanetd to come sit with us again&lt;br /&gt;nadia clumsily droped the coke she was holding&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how it fell off the hand&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;but it made everyone laugh&lt;br /&gt;and she can say "Alamak!! Malu, malu.. "&lt;br /&gt;"auntie sorry. sorry. auntie sorry arhh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tyhe guys sat on my left and the gals sat on my right&lt;br /&gt;i was in the middle of both sides&lt;br /&gt;so i could see what everyone was doing&lt;br /&gt;haha and i gots the best view to take pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun&lt;br /&gt;and it was the first time i saw omar spoke so much&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;sorry not insulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mai and amira walked past BK&lt;br /&gt;cos they wanted to see SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;then idah said " eh ana thats your friends right"&lt;br /&gt;i totally didnt realize&lt;br /&gt;then the guys also turn to look&lt;br /&gt;and amira said she got scared&lt;br /&gt;and started walking in front faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then those two gundoos went to buy me presents!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wohooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love yall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a mat bag? right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the bracelet is really nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i went home earlier and bedok interchange was banjir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;like my whole shoe got soaking wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all four of us fasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and after school we went to bedok library to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guess what happened at bedok interchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the non stop talking jibberish lyana and mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saw someone they wouldnt want to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i thought he was damn chautah&lt;br /&gt;like yar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;u guys freaked it was sush and awesome sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lyana  was the only one who fasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;afetr school we went bedok library again to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and we got shusked by the librian because we laughed too loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;then mai and me shared this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;delicious chocolate coated chocolate brownie which was hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;damn nice know..&lt;br /&gt;then lyana and amira boughtdunno what at the 'pasar petang'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;then we went home alr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so today is thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and tomorrow is my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i want to go out after school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;please come with me;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;im sitting in the comp lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and we are supposedly supposed to be going home now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;un hum-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its more than just a crush&lt;br /&gt;when will this be over or&lt;br /&gt;will it continue?&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/10029129-112677074242885237?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112677074242885237/comments/default' 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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-10029129.post-112522667231446477</id><published>2005-08-28T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T03:57:52.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>announcement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blog add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please and thank uu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112522667231446477?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112522667231446477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112522667231446477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112522667231446477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112522667231446477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112522667231446477' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112468591052921790</id><published>2005-08-22T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:45:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;unfortunately for me,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot go for the perth trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and that's that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i dont think there's any other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to change the ruler's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's always a next year right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;if there isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" if it's your luck, next year you go lah&lt;br /&gt;unless you have another baby next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i dont know "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i wanted to say was 'FYKE'&lt;br /&gt;im more PISSED OFF rather than sad or disappointed&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be active&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever think of how i felt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how we felt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think its enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah sure place all the burden on us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and u relax one corner keep on groaning&lt;br /&gt;and complaining about being tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then start your 'syarahan'&lt;br /&gt;im tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not like i dont understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am not being unresonable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but look at it at MY point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at it as a 13+ year old girl point of voew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at it as an oldest sibling with 4 younger ones under her&lt;br /&gt;point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at it as a student's point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at it as HUSNA's point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if i am wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and u are right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im admiting it right here right now&lt;br /&gt;i cant take responsibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way jose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but lighten instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not burden-ing it even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;" I'm a soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;These shoulders hold up so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm a soldier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Even if my collar bones crush or crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I will never slip or stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm a soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;These shoulders hold up so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hey wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm a soldier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Even if my collar bones crush or crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I will never stumble "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;am i a soldier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i dont think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112468591052921790?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112468591052921790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112468591052921790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112468591052921790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112468591052921790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112468591052921790' title='end of me?'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112468603871960384</id><published>2005-08-21T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:47:18.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>i am being evil&lt;br /&gt;or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will say it anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute!&lt;br /&gt;and its in malay some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet and sincere&lt;br /&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;cute cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112468603871960384?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112468603871960384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112468603871960384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112468603871960384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112468603871960384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112468603871960384' title='cute'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112428065543863056</id><published>2005-08-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:10:55.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel pink today&lt;br /&gt;i sound gurliee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;see italics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so cursive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omg whats happening?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am so disappointed and devastated&lt;br /&gt;with the 'NO' answer given to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i will strive and fall down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of that's what it takes for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERTH TRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i realize its S$1235&lt;br /&gt;however i feel it is kind of worth it although&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the ruler of this particular house of mine says it isnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;how unsupportive right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i am completely sad even more after&lt;br /&gt;hearing the rulers of my friend's family very supportive&lt;br /&gt;answers or supportiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can that ruler of mine not think practical for once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the ruler kept saying about travel agent having connection with&lt;br /&gt;teacher and part of the money is contributed to travel agent's commision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;which after telling mai she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;isnt that how they earn money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;which is believably true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i mean they need income too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im not saying i dont understand the long lost of reasons he gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;actually its basically bcos of FULUS&lt;br /&gt;if u know what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;right now im just really hoping the edusave money will help pay halve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i i'll pay halve of what's left&lt;br /&gt;and the ruler and assistant ruler would be kind enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to pay the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THAT IS&lt;br /&gt;if i can even go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;either THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;or there'll be a trip like this next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i need to start saving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tips anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh yeah, i too need to earn money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;im really up for this trip dunno why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ive been eating fatty foods nowadys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i after the height and weight&lt;br /&gt;i realize i lost 0.6kg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;how wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its not much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i didnt gain like some people i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yesterday was a trip to kfc and eating as per normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mai was the only one not eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;surprising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oouh! very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;since she's the cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then it was study study and smart study for lit at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i couldnt tahan my sleepiness and slept anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and its true, what my sister says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the below katil is cooler than the above one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eat again&lt;br /&gt;before that&lt;br /&gt;we went ot see Ms Chng about that trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she says supposedly some money would be taken form edusave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but how much?&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teacher, you're suppose to have the information already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then amira said she had tuition&lt;br /&gt;so she left her&lt;br /&gt;leaving me and mai to eat together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then amira msged saying&lt;br /&gt;she had no tuition cos ther tutor's kid was sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so she lari-ed rumah again today&lt;br /&gt;and told us to go with her&lt;br /&gt;when apparently we were on the way to tampines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at century square's halal food court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz there were two&lt;br /&gt;and mai said the de one was 'cine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farnie how you see it&lt;br /&gt;the halal one is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-which resembles the malay colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the non halal one is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;resembling cine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the connection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so i ate sliced fish noodle&lt;br /&gt;mai ate mee soto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we ate and ate and ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then i was so full and so was mai&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately she still wanted to hirup the soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, we were siting on the long bench like we were done&lt;br /&gt;so this 'nyonya', the cleaner,&lt;br /&gt;wanted to clear the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai told her not to remove her bowl&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, she did not hear and took my fork and spoon and place them&lt;br /&gt;into HER bowl&lt;br /&gt;and mai's face went&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH NOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;evil auntie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then we had nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and did something at the back of mai's&lt;br /&gt;supposedly-suppose-to-be-done-during-the-free-time-waiting-for-lyana&lt;br /&gt;science worksheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cannot say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then something happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and mai's eyes went poppin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i had an unnecessary argument using mai's phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and I the girl had to give in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;zafran should teach him a thing or two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then lyana came and i wanted her to see mai's phone joget so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;which obviously stirred weird shockingness followed by aughter from us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then there was this couple right beside us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i must respect them for being able to tolerate our kentalness and nonsense&lt;br /&gt;while couple-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and lyana was like&lt;br /&gt;Bah bleck!&lt;br /&gt;at them then hide behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;just to irritate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;people come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;while we just sat there and stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll continue begging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/10029129-112428065543863056?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112428065543863056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112428065543863056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112428065543863056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112428065543863056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112428065543863056' title='pink!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112365306995527112</id><published>2005-08-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:58:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Aug 2005</title><content type='html'>the greatest day of my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;am i melebihing on that line?&lt;br /&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its the celebrations at school today&lt;br /&gt;and it totalie rawks my smelly socks!!&lt;br /&gt;we had outdoor performances&lt;br /&gt;the uniform groups did their march in&lt;br /&gt;then the verious clubs did their dances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took loads of pictures&lt;br /&gt;and crapped alott&lt;br /&gt;note: safiah and lyana! i want the pictures **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guest of honour when into the conference room&lt;br /&gt;and had some discussion with the sports scholars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what the real reason we came up with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make sure the guest of honour didnt see how messy&lt;br /&gt;we were before settling down in the hall!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rawk dont we?&lt;br /&gt;so after everything had settled down&lt;br /&gt;we applauded and the performances and award presentation began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we goodness did the fist 30 mins or so sucked&lt;br /&gt;it was award presentation all the way and you know what made it sucked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;" Please hols your applause until after all the awards of each category have been given out "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO YAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;did we listen?&lt;br /&gt;nuh uh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was superr crazy&lt;br /&gt;4N did their &lt;a href="mailto:BUZZ@CANTEEN"&gt;BUZZ@CANTEEN&lt;/a&gt; performance&lt;br /&gt;it rawked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its this composition of malay, indian, chinese and the normal music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;they did a malay compo first. song- triple noise ( amboi mak minah sayang-)&lt;br /&gt;then indian was a composition of some indian song mixed with other song&lt;br /&gt;everything wasnt original it was a mixture&lt;br /&gt;nice going guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OooH i forgot to tell what i wore&lt;br /&gt;i wore a three quarter white pants and a red top&lt;br /&gt;and obviously people didint like my top because a " PLAYBOY " was written big big on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i sooo rawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then the guest of honour and teachers were invited for refreshments at the canteen&lt;br /&gt;and then the REAL FUN started&lt;br /&gt;they switched off the lights and those that brought torchlights swung them around&lt;br /&gt;and we were like clubbing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;except to national songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;which sounds weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was a blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we danced and danced and sing and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and grooved and jumped and jumped like there was some concert going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;like whoaaa it rawked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, wait.&lt;br /&gt;it would have been even fun-er if we didnt had stuupeedd IPW after that&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;we were the fift and last grp to present that day&lt;br /&gt;and im ever so glad IPW can now be out of my freaking disastrous life!&lt;br /&gt;so as it turns out Ms Poon ordered KFC for us but i had to rush and meet&lt;br /&gt;the oh so wonderful old friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jannah, amira, safiah, adel and me took two seperate taxis&lt;br /&gt;and reached TM&lt;br /&gt;adel was holding on to jannah's bag and jannah was holding on to adel's bag&lt;br /&gt;clever ar those two&lt;br /&gt;then jannah's fone rang&lt;br /&gt;and instead of it being her mom or dad or some she knows&lt;br /&gt;it was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hello? boleh cakap dengan husna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;terperanjat beruk aku&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;thats how it is when you got no handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i lead a sad life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;they told me they were at century square eating at some food court on level 4&lt;br /&gt;so i walked and walked like i was floating cos was supperr happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then at swatch i saw maisarah with her primary school friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i teguh-ed her of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then she went all malay at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;oh hie husna apa anda buat di sini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;uhh ohh saya mahu berjumpa dengan kawan saya di century square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then poofed!&lt;br /&gt;we went on our ways&lt;br /&gt;i was practically bouncing as i went ahead up and up and up! to level four&lt;br /&gt;i seriously couldnt see where this foodcourt was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found it and jerked my head out making sure i dont miss seeing them&lt;br /&gt;cos u see, i have vision problem or what you call-i have to wear specs but i look ugly in them-&lt;br /&gt;we said our hellos and they ate as i looked hungrily at them but i didnt felt like eating&lt;br /&gt;dunno why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i played with zafran's phone&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?!&lt;br /&gt;the show is starting at 5.10pm&lt;br /&gt;in my head i was going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shit. im dead. im dead. cant go. shit. oh nooooo. no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yeapp&lt;br /&gt;cos i told my father i was going to be home BY 5pm&lt;br /&gt;but noo the show started at 5.10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but luckily for me i told me pops and i went ahead with the plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so we had like about 3 hrs to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3 HOURS&lt;br /&gt;and it was all, ALL killed at that same foodcourt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;we made soo much noise that i started to see people around us disappearing&lt;br /&gt;and we joked and made a suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;u know what i think we need to put a signboard that says: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We havent met in a very long time. Please pardon us. Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hahaha good one guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but i was really surprised that the manager or authoritied didnt chase us out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cos we made a lot of noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, ALOT&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;you know what&lt;br /&gt;im pissed off right now&lt;br /&gt;and depressed&lt;br /&gt;and sad&lt;br /&gt;a wave of all these suddenly hit me and i dont feel  like continuing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you suck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just hate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112365306995527112?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112365306995527112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112365306995527112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112365306995527112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112365306995527112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112365306995527112' title='8 Aug 2005'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112365129946227680</id><published>2005-08-09T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:41:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Aug 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey hey this is the picture we took last saturday at the carnival&lt;br /&gt;the ladie in the red tudung is Cikgu Siti&lt;br /&gt;the boys took one with her too, you guys send me a picture of it ok? i want one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="293" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/deepersecrets/6aug.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;aint it huge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyways i had a blast. it was very very gerek meeting you people.&lt;br /&gt;boys, give me yours! ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;clockwise: Husna, Shahidah, Syarina, Nadia, Khairunnisa, Cikgu Siti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112365129946227680?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112365129946227680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112365129946227680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112365129946227680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112365129946227680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112365129946227680' title='6 Aug 2005'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112334167377775954</id><published>2005-08-06T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:23:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dude. sup man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;haha yays loves mys blogskins! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and loads of minahs and mats&lt;br /&gt;loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all were there at TKPS fun fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the gurls took picture with cikgu siti&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and put it put on this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the guys were super anti social&lt;br /&gt;except for zafran&lt;br /&gt;the rest were soo isolated and sombong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i am superr madd becauseof that!&lt;br /&gt;i mean after a long time since we met and you guys&lt;br /&gt;are acting so foolishly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk and update and share and laugh so much with&lt;br /&gt;ALL of you people&lt;br /&gt;but because of the guys, all the girls were damn saying fuck all the way&lt;br /&gt;we were so mad! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zafran i could see was trying his supper best to entertain us and so did hazim arh&lt;br /&gt;but zafran was doind the best&lt;br /&gt;at least e wanted to know more, sit and talk&lt;br /&gt;but the rest-&lt;br /&gt;isyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat at macs also act as though we were&lt;br /&gt;bloody invisble&lt;br /&gt;siting right behind or in front whatever,&lt;br /&gt;pun tak nak layan or talk langsung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooo mad&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;we havent meet or talk after such a long time&lt;br /&gt;and then liddat&lt;br /&gt;what sey-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we girls had to make the first move, so called&lt;br /&gt;we were the ones who had to approach&lt;br /&gt;so that we can be together and spend time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;badigolsamdol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ugh must have been flirting larh right&lt;br /&gt;freak&lt;br /&gt;tak boleh ker nak hang ?&lt;br /&gt;kiter sumer kan classmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i really missed all of you&lt;br /&gt;i take back my words, SSS, i cannot not turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im really sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha neways shahidah teased omar so badly&lt;br /&gt;and he got agitated and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;haha. too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you guys wanns go watch movie with us later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cant. gotta go somewhere later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;oouhh nak pergi jumper matair eh. tak per tak per&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no i dont have any girlfriend ( with the please larhh i dont have really-look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yarr right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;then at the macdonald i told her to disturb him again&lt;br /&gt;he was queing for his food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;omar, eh i thought you had to go somewhere and meet your girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what? no larhh. i got no girlfriend (even frustrated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;muahaha gurls, we rawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im in love with khairunnisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you rawk gurll&lt;br /&gt;damn hectic and hyp are uu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerek seyy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guys had to leave us&lt;br /&gt;and i msged afan with rina's fone&lt;br /&gt;terus terang with him or actually them, about how it is&lt;br /&gt;we felt&lt;br /&gt;and he was like all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sorry if we disappointed you guys. maybe next time kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;really sory. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;when was the next time gonna be huh?!&lt;br /&gt;ehh ait, actually its gonna be this monday! :))&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, to let yall know, im booked on monday!&lt;br /&gt;SSS, i think amira also booked.&lt;br /&gt;sorry kentals. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we stayed and grumbled about the guys' attitude&lt;br /&gt;ugh they suck arhh. haiyoo&lt;br /&gt;we expected girls to be liddat not guys!&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then syarina's abang angkat came, khairul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(arhhh! i want abang angkat! soo jealous of herr :(*)&lt;br /&gt;together with taufik or taufiq&lt;br /&gt;both from TKSS- tanjong katong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and were also my senior&lt;br /&gt;as in they were from class2002 of TKPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were more funner than the boys larhh&lt;br /&gt;haha damn farnie arhh u guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;btw, impressed with my jumping over the tangga railing form a high height??&lt;br /&gt;i am!&lt;br /&gt;soo proud of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played truth or dare under irsyaad's blok&lt;br /&gt;then couldnt think of any dares we asked the seniors&lt;br /&gt;then you know what they say to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tak nak arh, pakai tudung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ehh! omg, i am soo insulted! iam soooo insulted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;thats what i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;i hope nisaupdate then i can copy herr&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yar&lt;br /&gt;before we went macs we sat at some otehr blok to wait for the guys&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;we screamed for irsyaad to come down&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;IRSYAAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;farnie&lt;br /&gt;then after that teh guys finally appeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we called irsyaad home since he lost his hp&lt;br /&gt;and nisa was like shouting&lt;br /&gt;we were asking him to stick his head out of the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen window&lt;br /&gt;so we can see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha damn farnie&lt;br /&gt;asked him to come with us he said he dun wan or cant dunnoarhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nisa was like shouting arhh&lt;br /&gt;then she couldnt hear what he was saying&lt;br /&gt;andpassed the fone to me&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ehh jgn pekik2 boleh tak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ohh sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nisa, dier kater jgn pekik larhh&lt;br /&gt;gaknyer nanti pekak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohhh, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello? (veh gently and smoothly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hahaha kaklar wooohh&lt;br /&gt;he didnt come down lar neways&lt;br /&gt;so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nadia had a weird laughter!&lt;br /&gt;serious&lt;br /&gt;no offence are nadodol&lt;br /&gt;but really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a blast even thought i ended up wanting to sleep after i had eaten&lt;br /&gt;so now, im really looking foward to monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kayys? x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lurrbe you people &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, even you boys, although u guys sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;aww boo hoo&lt;br /&gt;i care?&lt;/div&gt;&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/10029129-112334167377775954?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112334167377775954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112334167377775954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112334167377775954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112334167377775954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112334167377775954' title='nice'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112325564568107193</id><published>2005-08-05T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:27:25.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am just a normal girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with feelings and hopes&lt;br /&gt;i get mad an angry too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i may have hurt you&lt;br /&gt;i may or may not realize it&lt;br /&gt;but im sorry if i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mood swings is a package&lt;br /&gt;of this life of a girl&lt;br /&gt;i lead with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i try to make good&lt;br /&gt;i may have been bad&lt;br /&gt;sorry, if hurting you i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;im getting too emo&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just me?&lt;br /&gt;or is it the other voice talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its late and im tired&lt;br /&gt;i think im not right&lt;br /&gt;in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;what the hell did i just come up with? sorry arh but its already almost twelve and i think the tiredness is getting into my head. pardon me yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____lost piece&lt;br /&gt;husee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112325564568107193?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112325564568107193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112325564568107193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112325564568107193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112325564568107193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112325564568107193' title='phew'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112329869386983748</id><published>2005-08-05T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:33:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this skin alritey?&lt;br /&gt;shit no navigator!&lt;br /&gt;need help, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout the song.&lt;br /&gt;kinda muffled&lt;br /&gt;but here's the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hitam bukan cirimu&lt;br /&gt;putih juga bukan cirimu&lt;br /&gt;namun ku melihatmu&lt;br /&gt;takbercahaya, seperti memudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta aku mencinta&lt;br /&gt;engkau yang aku mau&lt;br /&gt;namun, tak tapat waktu&lt;br /&gt;ku sudah jera&lt;br /&gt;dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;salam hangat untuk cintamu&lt;br /&gt;aku yang kandas dan patah hati&lt;br /&gt;biarlah orang memandang lama&lt;br /&gt;aku tak tau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engkau yang dulu pernah ku cinta&lt;br /&gt;namun terlanjur kau bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;dan kau terluka oleh cintanya&lt;br /&gt;kini kau hadir ku sudah&lt;br /&gt;jera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta aku mencinta&lt;br /&gt;engkau yang aku mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;namun, tak tapat waktu&lt;br /&gt;ku sudah jera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;salam hangat untuk cintamu&lt;br /&gt;aku yang kandas dan patah hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;biarlah orang memandang lama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku tak tau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;engkau yang dulu pernah ku cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;namun terlanjur kau bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;dan kau terluka oleh cintanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kini kau hadir ku sudah&lt;br /&gt;jera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so thats the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;have to proper this blog template&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad i'll be meeting you guys later&lt;br /&gt;miss you&lt;br /&gt;continue to love u &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112329869386983748?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112329869386983748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112329869386983748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112329869386983748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112329869386983748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112329869386983748' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112325188877173548</id><published>2005-08-05T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:14:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woahhh long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if im in my right state of mind right now, i recall updating like a billion times but the connection keeps sucking and my computer keeps crashing tha i got fed up and decided not to publish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;however it looks like my computer is working fine and co-operating with me today hence, i'd update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so like no one updated on racial harmony or did they?&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and got ready for school. But i decided to wake my pops up to send me cos i gots stuff to bring like the lovely punjabi costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reached school and i knew i was totally bugging amira whether or not she'd change into her costume that morning cause we had PE third period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anyhoos, we changed. amira wore baby blue punjabi with earrings. i wore maroon punjabi with big circle earrings. 2o was damn hectic. it was like some bazaar selling traditional costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Jannah broght like bags of clothes. and some boxes of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;i wore slip ons with a lil height. so i looked sorta taller, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;we had morning assembly of course and Miss Leong wanted to meet the BOYS on our school. I was like, &lt;em&gt;shit, lyana and narmadha mesti kene caught. &lt;/em&gt;then i totallie remembered that luckily they didnt wear the male traditional costumes cos they had their PE first period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so guess what? Lyana wore the baju kurung she brought. it had big flowers on it. tsk. hardly think lyana would wear such things. i mean even if its for hari raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;third period we had napfa 5 items. it rawked. i got 2Cs and 3As.&lt;br /&gt;standing broad jump- 16-sth cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shuttle run- 11.06 secs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pull ups- 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sit ups- 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the stretching one( i forgot what its called)- 39 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OMG everyone stinked! and we had to get back into the costumes. haha. we were liek one big hectic family. i mean we were already one except this was worse. we were passing deodorants everywhere. people were shouting for help and asking for tissues, wipes, powder. just imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as it turns out i heard lyana actually wore her dads baju kurung to malay class? how dumb can she get? like cikgu mahani and norrhani were there. haiz i think she must have kena lectured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pitiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school the whole sectwo level had math common test. such a lovely day aint it? dah hapi hapi then suddenly when the happiness could behappier by eaving school for the weekends, a math test sneakily came along and destroyed the whole atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like ' how to find the angle using trigo?' i omg omg omg i forgot the formulae for pythogaras theorem'&lt;br /&gt;the board was like filled with workings and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i studied larhh of course but in my mind, &lt;em&gt;get it over and done with; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once the paper ended there were the obvious 'oh shit, im gonna fail; warlow die ah die ah' ' what you put for question one?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people ask me questions everytime i say would be, &lt;em&gt;huh? what? oh dunno arh cannot remember. never ask me i usually forget whatever answer i put down when its over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lyana and narmadha changed into their unauthorized, as quoted by lyana, clothes. narmadha wore blue male baku kurung with gold, beige samping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then take pictures larhh. haha. they cant pose like guys man. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooouhh! there was one thing i was totallie proud of, i finally took a candid pic of mai in the denim punjabi suit with dangly earrings with her smiling and face facing the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i rawkk dont I? i knowww &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we took a picture together using self timer. amira, mai, ly, narmadha and me. dasyatt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;each time we took a picture mai would go, &lt;em&gt;first shot- eh cacat second shot- ahaha lagi cacat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;third shot- omg so cacated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we had to take like quite a number until even smiling made me tired. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ohh yah. amira me and mai did a gurlie sweet pose first and i TERstep on mai's toe. gosh it must have really hurt larh cos i wore heels. not so high though :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;she was mad at me of course. an she made a sruched up face which lyana took with her camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it was a beautiful moment. then sh got crazier and madder because ly wont delete it that she wanted to pose like orang rawk gilerr. i just accompanied her she looked scarly horrible. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sorry arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we went for ML later on. and played pass the parcel. but when u kena then u get denda. mai had to read some sort of sajak i think.&lt;br /&gt;oouhh! i remembered. nabila had to act as tanggang's mother. she did it bootifully. until habibah who was surprised she was even the tanggang was scared out of her wits. it was nice. applause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and kak arini was soo baddd!! kak khalis oso!! she purposely stoppe the musc when the freaking bottle got into my hands. and kak arini was, &lt;em&gt;oouhhh i know what to do with you. sing! but must be malay song. &lt;/em&gt;i went, &lt;em&gt;what?? malay? alerr. tak nakk. dun wan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i thot for a moment. ahhh pulangkan by misha omar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i confirmed the shorus part with amira first cos she is the malay expert i know, and sang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fuuhh. i cracked in the middle. i knew i couldve done better haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im sorry but i forgot what happened after that, so thats all for last friday, 29 July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;monday- forgott&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- had EL. i sneaked in some biscuits and mai and me sat in one corner eating as well as&lt;br /&gt;                 continue to write the bloody script. then the sec fours presented us their last play for&lt;br /&gt;                 EL. it was funny larhh. then we finally got teh CCA shirts all of us had been yearning&lt;br /&gt;                 for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wednesday- had EL farewell afterschool. it was fun. we got to eat!! KFC. we purposely made&lt;br /&gt;                      the NCC girls jealous cos they were practising to march for the celebrations. haha.&lt;br /&gt;                      kak shanizah saw me and, &lt;em&gt;makan tak jemput? &lt;/em&gt;i couldnt remember what i said.&lt;br /&gt;                      we skipped the cleanign process and headed for 2o. so many people stayed back to&lt;br /&gt;                      decorate the class! woah i could really start to see 2Os spirit getting tighter and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                      better.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OMG i totaliie missed out on the main event of the day! 2o had our 2.4km run for&lt;br /&gt;                      napfa. woah right now im just totallie glad the whole napfa mania is finally OVER!&lt;br /&gt;                      no more trainings! no more toturuous run! wheeeeee~~ but i bet yall that poon will&lt;br /&gt;                      continue to make us suffer!&lt;br /&gt;                      you know how people would say amira is all lembik and lembab and stuff ryte?&lt;br /&gt;                      she totallie is not larh. especially when it comes to perserevance and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;                     you know what her timing was?! 14.sth mins okay!! she got a stinking A! and well,&lt;br /&gt;                     i didnt. i gots a 16.27mins for the whole run and i collapse onto jeralynn and cheryl&lt;br /&gt;                     cos i tried to look for amira but cannot find her. (heard that makcikk?) my head was&lt;br /&gt;                     berdenyuting lahh! and i remembered that morning i vomitted. isyy.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then saw mai and ly at canteen. asked them about their fiveitems. ly is SO not&lt;br /&gt;                     flexible. her sit and reach was 38cm!! and mai's was, guess, guess, fiftytwocm!!!&lt;br /&gt;                     bloody 'ell. i knoww.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after we lepak in 2o i knew i had to make a call. but then my call wasnt answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                     tsk. leceh sunnguh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thursday- its the day i can rememeber for going back early. haha. really. and remedial was&lt;br /&gt;                   weirdly retarded and lame. it mustve been less than 40mins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;friday- today!! Its supposedly BE YOURSELF DAY. but the thing is i dont agree because we had&lt;br /&gt;             a theme by which each class had to follow and it totally does not show our' be ourselves'&lt;br /&gt;             why make and evnt like that turn horrible?? i mean wouldnt it be nice if we could come&lt;br /&gt;             as really ourselves. haiyohh.&lt;br /&gt;             we had english compre test. and i slept! not all the way larh!! i did complete it though.&lt;br /&gt;             but it got boring and the paper stared at me and i stared back- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;             intermission for a while, wke me up when september ends is on MTV. adoring the video&lt;br /&gt;             - its suuuperrr nice specially if you're damn emo and are in love. she just slapped him!!-&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;tell me you didnt do it, pls, tell me you didnt, OMG OMG iloveyou. pls tell me you didnt&lt;br /&gt;            do it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls dont cry. i thought you'd understand. i thought you of all people would&lt;br /&gt;            understand. i thought you'd be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i did this for us i did this for us. this was suppose to make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this is what the gurl said at the end after the guy went for war- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what i'll&lt;br /&gt;           always be here for u when you come back. im never gonna leave you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how beautiful was that?&lt;br /&gt;           and well i got bored and kinda fall asleep luckily i woke up and finished the questions.&lt;br /&gt;           the paper was hard larhh. actually okayy.&lt;br /&gt;           then we stayed back for a while to change and get ready for the judges to judge our class.&lt;br /&gt;           we were changing when MR LAM looked in and, &lt;em&gt;are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;we chorused NO! and shooed him out. HELLO we were changing mind you.&lt;br /&gt;           after that we went to 2N talked about the prank amira and mai did to suadrif. narrly&lt;br /&gt;           dudes. then talking talking talking amria wen tover to 2o and took the hamster.&lt;br /&gt;           she sat beside me and hold it near my face! i screamed mai screamed and ran out of her&lt;br /&gt;          seat. lyana freaked and screamed and ran too. amira obviously laughed. atiqah was, &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;          sini nak pegang. &lt;/em&gt;she held it and guess what? the hamster peed on her hands! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;          i thot at first, &lt;em&gt;what the hell? how come tangan atiqah leaked water? then it hit me!&lt;br /&gt;                                  hamster. in her hand. hamster. hamster. it peed!&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;i know im kental. like i care! lols&lt;br /&gt;          then we laughed soo loudly darshini took the hamster away from atiqah's hands and you&lt;br /&gt;          know what she did? she took out shit form its asshole!!! ew ew ew ew ew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;         we had ML today and our juniors and us agreed on one thing. shall not be evil this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;         what you guys saed totallie true. cant agree more.&lt;br /&gt;         and i think i love the ML seniors &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;         kak shaniza, kak shaza, kak farah, kak hazimah, kak latifah&lt;br /&gt;         im gonna miss you guys when you guys leave. couldnt you agree more?&lt;br /&gt;         they totallie rawk. and are the most slengest and tight seniors id ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         i'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;         we will miss you &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112325188877173548?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112325188877173548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112325188877173548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112325188877173548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112325188877173548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112325188877173548' title='woahhh long.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112281046245061458</id><published>2005-07-31T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T04:47:42.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i dont want to tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i dont want to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but you keep coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;asking for more answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i didnt want to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it aint got nothing with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why u taking it like its your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when obviously it doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you proved me enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the phony lies pretending and acting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;beneath all the layers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you seem a proud faker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;unfortunately for you&lt;br /&gt;your lies were dug open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;slowly and surely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i found out your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the promise aint what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we promised something different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont regret what i've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i am proved of my innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the pact wasnt broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;at least not by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;from what i see, unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its you who did, without realizing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; did tell and i wont anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wont make promises i know wont last long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;great friends we werent&lt;br /&gt;great friends not even later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stop bullshitting your serious shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;peel off those fake covers&lt;br /&gt;cos i've found your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am unhappy about the current situation although i sound light hearted about it. whats wrong with being as normal as before? last time it didnt seem as much of a problem as i see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you took it into your own hands and wanted to be invovled. i dont see why i am to be blamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i can see you guys know that it may be you too but the way i see it, the way i interpret the message you're putting across is that its basically because of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;unfortunately i dont feel no regrets or that i am to be blamed and i feel so sorry for you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;stop fakin it and say it straight to the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you aint big enuf in the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to admit it straight to the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;stop the fake truths and start&lt;br /&gt;going through the archives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;your bullshit didnt last long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i dug and found the hideous wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;darn it i am soo bad arent i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aww too badd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ive changed. wait not THAT much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just changed to being more sociacle and open and loud spoken!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohh yeahh from my being CooL ( ;P ) i became to wayy kentaler than you guys can tahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dats the way uh huh uh huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;me likeyy uh huh uh huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112281046245061458?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112281046245061458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112281046245061458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112281046245061458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112281046245061458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112281046245061458' title='bullshit'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112143404494844986</id><published>2005-07-15T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T06:27:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>badd gurl</title><content type='html'>when i think i have left it all behind, the nasty, if u can call it that way, would come rushing back like waves hitting the shore; no control over it.&lt;br /&gt;it comes and goes as it wants.  i have no control over what i want to say. sometimes i know i hvae to hold those words or view back, but i just sometimes blurt it out accidentally or just to put my opinion across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i do things like that sometimes, cos the words that spread out of my mouth may sometime be interpreted wrong or sometimes right; that they hurt others. Which in turn would hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too nice of a person aren't i? but when i get nasty, i have no control over the words being born out of my mouth. there it is again, no control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life, i guess, is out of my reach to be controlled by me.&lt;br /&gt;first it will be the rules by parents&lt;br /&gt;second would be the burden of marriage as it would be controlled by the husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first and second notes were what we were kinda 'discussing' at bedok macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if there are any guys out there who dont realize how much privilege they have; they just dumb man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously tired. i have eye bags or dark circles. whichever way, i look like i never slept for a feww good days.&lt;br /&gt;need some concealer or something.&lt;br /&gt;recommendations neone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday tried to go chua chu kang stadium to support darshini and adel for the nationals track&lt;br /&gt;quallifyer&lt;br /&gt;the journey took a good 1 1/2 hour, satrting wit bus ride, MRT, and another bus ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, teh sad part was we could not actually witness the run made by adel and darshini&lt;br /&gt;so by the tie wereached the stadium, narmadha saw them like 'loitering' if u can say that&lt;br /&gt;mai got sorta maluated cos we came there for nothing now, and ran back down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious, amira just as normal walkled her malas walk following mai down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat at the spectators side anyway,  darshini and some other tracker leading us&lt;br /&gt;we sat beside the ahmad ibrahim sec. noisy people they were. and the runners of the school actually stripped right there until just shorts were left. two of them i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were stupidly amazed by how they ran and narmadha suddenly realised her cousin from RI was competing&lt;br /&gt;she and darshini dashed down while the SSS just squinted and got a closer look&lt;br /&gt;wow, quite a runner narmadha's cousin. actually, he was def. fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mai,  turned and saw them competing abs&lt;br /&gt;i was like, they have abs? nicee.&lt;br /&gt;hahahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were runnin late, and decided to get home.&lt;br /&gt;by the time it was already about 5.45pm&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine how gabrah we were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we saw 307 coming, and ran,uh huh i ran babeh, all the way to the other bus stop&lt;br /&gt;we decided to take 67 which lasted a good another onehalf hour from chua chu kang to kallang onli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lyana was already going crazy and on the verge of almost crying that we decided to take the taxi&lt;br /&gt;i reached home and didnt got nagged or scolded or anything&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, we werent allowed to stay back in school, be it cca or slacking.&lt;br /&gt;we headed for bedok library at an attempt at doing revision or homework&lt;br /&gt;no seats to fill&lt;br /&gt;we moved on to bedok macs&lt;br /&gt;and sat at one corner&lt;br /&gt;at the budgeted $4 meal&lt;br /&gt;as quoted " budget rox! "&lt;br /&gt;uh huh gals. uh huh. def. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some reading and homework&lt;br /&gt;mai just read and tried to attempt the sec ones malay homework; which she obvioudly failed at doing&lt;br /&gt;amira, being her rajin self, finished up the remedial worksht given by mRs yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we crapped alot and left by the sec ones&lt;br /&gt;got to know some people we wouldnt want to see us were coming to bedok&lt;br /&gt;so me and mai planned out escape plans if they were to appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing and laughing skali the unwanted people were at school&lt;br /&gt;we burst our bubble or tearful laughter louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was god damn farnie&lt;br /&gt;when we finally realized they were far away&lt;br /&gt;we took successfully completed our escape mission; through the main door&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were some like ITE guys running for a bus and when they didnt manage to board it,&lt;br /&gt;she accused us of blocking their way and amira said they pointed at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such gentleman eh?&lt;br /&gt;accusing beautifu ladies like us&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;watch your mouth young man&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get back when i can&lt;br /&gt;for now;&lt;br /&gt;voices tell me i should carry on x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112143404494844986?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112143404494844986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112143404494844986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112143404494844986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112143404494844986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112143404494844986' title='badd gurl'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-112038663939559640</id><published>2005-07-03T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:30:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st week of term 3&lt;br /&gt;- sleepy&lt;br /&gt;- laughter&lt;br /&gt;- merayap&lt;br /&gt;- wow news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;love the last point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can admit that&lt;br /&gt;i slept unwantingly or wantingly, whichever way,&lt;br /&gt;in at least 1 period each day this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some in english and lit period&lt;br /&gt;and one whole math period cos th teacher on on ML&lt;br /&gt;gerek know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stayed back in sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;waited for ly to finish her chinese class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then helped her and her fellow PSLs with some signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cos she claim she is a failure at art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we wrote many 'tandas' and 'toilets'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;reminded ly to take the signs which we made on the keep fit day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;ly had to stayed back for her meeting&lt;br /&gt;mai amira me went bugis&lt;br /&gt;walking at the side of the road on the way to bustop&lt;br /&gt;so we wanted to move to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a car but it was quite far behind&lt;br /&gt;mai and me walked across&lt;br /&gt;amira tak sempat&lt;br /&gt;we kena honked&lt;br /&gt;amira saw Ms Leong at the passenger seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai started blabbering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;what if we saw her at bugis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;what if she mention this incident tomorrow during assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;whaiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went giordano to buy ly a plain black shirt&lt;br /&gt;took neoprints with loads of deco- lovely&lt;br /&gt;and went to amira's aunts shop at Golden Landmark&lt;br /&gt;to make ly the Good Charlotte shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like to thank mai and me for the design&lt;br /&gt;and amria for decision maker&lt;br /&gt;and her aunts for sparing us their time and threads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;go parkway to meet idah&lt;br /&gt;ate at KFC&lt;br /&gt;one day alone I spent alot of cash&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;need to learn to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idah brought syarina&lt;br /&gt;had an update talk&lt;br /&gt;and she started ejeking me, AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;ISY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home by taking 196&lt;br /&gt;wahh. seriously empty the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai didnt want to take 31 cos pass VS&lt;br /&gt;plus we went back at 5 plus when everyone finished their cca or training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then in 196, she 'grumbled' 196 not passing VS then cannot see they all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;[dont ask me who ;they all; is]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;idah heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sal? oh. dont worry 196 pass VS lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;in ur face, darrling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mai didnt come, had flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one member dwn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;meday meday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;had MLDDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;serious talked with the sec ones for about an hour&lt;br /&gt;impressed with Hafizah's a.k.a Siti Wan Kembang serious talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;amaaazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;termeet kak syaza on 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WOW news hit me like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shall not say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe i shall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my veryyy big time crush stays same level as her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and she seen him and says he's wayyy hottttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mann, she got me really fantasizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;too early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;went for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in the afternooneating chicken rice with ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then ly turned and saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of all people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cyclops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;isy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i got up went in front of the stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to make sure&lt;br /&gt;and def. i saw his goatie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mai was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bedek arh;; ooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'd just like to point out that me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BEDEK epidemic has def. got into all the SSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;muahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i was laughing like madd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;at night i realize that that person really does flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sss know what im talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;madrasah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;updating blog like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think im watching movie tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanna go jogging in the morn SSS?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-112038663939559640?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/112038663939559640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=112038663939559640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112038663939559640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/112038663939559640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#112038663939559640' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111976016028520664</id><published>2005-06-25T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:29:20.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bah</title><content type='html'>Lets start from where we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ok so like i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Highlight of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We kena attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So like went into bedok library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tried to find for a place to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Level One is hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So we took the stairs up to level two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then we took the stairs up to level three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tried to find for a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But to no avail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so as we went down the stairs to level two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this group of unfortunately ugly wannable or maybe already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gatal mats were going up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pushed the rest to the side saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ehh pi tepi pi tepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no eye contact was done whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;headed for the other side of the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;still searching for a place as we walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aishah kater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ya allah asallah sampai ke tempat cine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;were at the chinese section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tengah cari tempat arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;terus we pusing and i already saw the same gatal grp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of mats coming down the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my eyes went big and i went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohh shit. sth bad gonna happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so to elak then I mazed around the bookshelevs and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if im not wrong the rest were also finding for a place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or they were with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then kiter naik lift to avoid them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;go up to level three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh jln siner saner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tengok they take the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then someone saw then comin up the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we took the lift back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[c&lt;/span&gt;am main semunyi2 or catching gitukk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So we camly walked around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i found a table with chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but only two people can sit there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the rest was filled readi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos i was holding onto my file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i wanted to put it back into my bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i sat down there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to put it into my bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;amira thought i wanted to sit there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;takder tempat lah kat situ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aku tau lahh nanti sabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was struggling to put the file into the bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pat malay room ader tempat, takder tempat kat situ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aku tauuuuuu nak letak file dalam bag dulu jerrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nanti aku datang lahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so she moved into the malay room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i was trying to put the file into the bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali I saw one of the mat gatal who we called  'messenger'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos he kept pestering us saying his friend yang nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so I saw messenger walking towards the other side towards the chinese section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he must have been searching at level 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dier jln cam slumber gituk beh tanyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh mintak nombor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me dah gabrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos i was alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and then I quickly managed to put away the file and headed for the malay room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then they all found five chairs; just enuff for all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so started doing our hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lyana and me was facing the window and we were sitting side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai and amira was facing the door sitting side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so the four of us were back to back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;amira sat outside, ly sat ouside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai and me on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tgh buat hw sumer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh aishah wanted to check her frenster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then mira n mai went dwn with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we were stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly took out hr creative zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh kiter dgr music togeda geda lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sebelum tu the gataled mats dah masuk into the room togeda with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but they sat around the bookshelves so called hiding there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly and me just buat bodoh arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;which we were totalie good at right lyana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then the messenger came ly saw she turned with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-oh crap going to laugh- oh shit nak buat aper- face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i turned and saw i made the same face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then both of us turned the opposite direction so we didnt see his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;when he spoke i turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh got a close up of his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gigi ca bangit sahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bunny teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bulgoing ouut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how hodoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh mintak nombor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh dier dah siap2 pegang fone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;kawan aku yang pakai baju hijau yang nak berkenalan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;when he was talking i already turned away form him cos cannot stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos we just didnt say anithing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he turned and walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yang baju hijau tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seriously??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u guys think we are just one of those cheap minahs who'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;despoly give our number away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maruah jatuh babe! maruah jatuh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we couldnt stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then terus compose ourselves and started doing out hw back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so mai and amira came back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then they membebel-ed about founding someone like cyclops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the specs arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but its  gurl larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then ly and me told them what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh buat hw balik arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali dat messenger came back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but he was leaning more towards amira and mai's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and asking the same question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh mintak nombor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we couldnt stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dont ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we just laugh at about averything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then ly and me were laughing and saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mai bilang mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cepat bilang tu bender mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mai bilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but mai coulnt say it cos she kept laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;soon he moved away back hiding behind bookshelves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then amira said she cannot concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai said it osocos they said when they tilt their head to tulis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they can see the gataled mats saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh tak? boleh tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sambil angguk2kan kepale dorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai did mind but not as much as amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;since ly and me find it so easy to focus onto our work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I switched places with amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u know what mai only wrote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;' Siti Maisarah '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahah. kesian dorang ehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then read the part about we asked firdaus for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;on amira or mai or ly blog kayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at first he said no dont use his number and give them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so ly wrote quite big on her notebook in orange marker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tak Boleh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have to say this arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she was laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and she LAMELY put the piece of notebook beside me making it stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali we kena reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tak boleh takper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;terus lagik we laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mak engkau dorang boleh nampak sah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fuuhhh nasib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali amira got a msg from firdaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and he said if they kacau us give them his number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then we were like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;kalau dier bilang siang2 kan bogos dah dorang dah pegi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;aper arhh firdaus nie lambat arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we didnt find it a reason to continue to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we were packing up to leave larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i turned towards the door beh the gatal-ed mats were at the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and were like pointing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i told the rest they were like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;point pat bawah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ader aper pat bawah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hah?! dorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; tunggu kan pat bawah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;terus we tore out a piece of paper and wrote firdaus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;number on it but written as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;' mai- 9XXXXXXX '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but they didnt go down there were instead around the comp area in front of the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we slumberly walked towards the stairs elaving amira to give them the  'our' no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;leave pat wall tu nanti dorang amik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nanti ader orang amik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tak lah tak lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly mai and me went down the stairs leaving amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to give the paper to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we went out side cannot stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali they were duduking at the adventure park there//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh lyana saw the messenger's relflection on a glass door coming towards us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dier datng dier dtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nombor korang ksik nomber saper arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me: asal kasik nombor tak ckp ker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yang rambot pendek eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ly: tak arh rambot panjang sampai pantat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and we laughed sampai terduduk pat pavement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sampai mai nak ter pee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and we had to go back to the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the way back the messenger came to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then i dunno arhh i forgot readii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;read the rest nyer blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for madrasah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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title='bah'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111976015738179129</id><published>2005-06-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:29:17.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bah</title><content type='html'>Lets start from where we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ok so like i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Highlight of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We kena attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So like went into bedok library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tried to find for a place to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Level One is hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So we took the stairs up to level two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then we took the stairs up to level three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tried to find for a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But to no avail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so as we went down the stairs to level two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this group of unfortunately ugly wannable or maybe already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gatal mats were going up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pushed the rest to the side saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ehh pi tepi pi tepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no eye contact was done whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;headed for the other side of the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;still searching for a place as we walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aishah kater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ya allah asallah sampai ke tempat cine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;were at the chinese section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tengah cari tempat arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;terus we pusing and i already saw the same gatal grp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of mats coming down the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my eyes went big and i went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohh shit. sth bad gonna happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so to elak then I mazed around the bookshelevs and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if im not wrong the rest were also finding for a place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or they were with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then kiter naik lift to avoid them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;go up to level three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh jln siner saner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tengok they take the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then someone saw then comin up the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we took the lift back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[c&lt;/span&gt;am main semunyi2 or catching gitukk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So we camly walked around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i found a table with chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but only two people can sit there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the rest was filled readi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos i was holding onto my file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i wanted to put it back into my bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i sat down there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to put it into my bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;amira thought i wanted to sit there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;takder tempat lah kat situ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aku tau lahh nanti sabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was struggling to put the file into the bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pat malay room ader tempat, takder tempat kat situ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aku tauuuuuu nak letak file dalam bag dulu jerrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nanti aku datang lahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so she moved into the malay room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i was trying to put the file into the bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali I saw one of the mat gatal who we called  'messenger'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos he kept pestering us saying his friend yang nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so I saw messenger walking towards the other side towards the chinese section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he must have been searching at level 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dier jln cam slumber gituk beh tanyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh mintak nombor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me dah gabrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos i was alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and then I quickly managed to put away the file and headed for the malay room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then they all found five chairs; just enuff for all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so started doing our hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lyana and me was facing the window and we were sitting side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai and amira was facing the door sitting side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so the four of us were back to back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;amira sat outside, ly sat ouside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai and me on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tgh buat hw sumer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh aishah wanted to check her frenster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then mira n mai went dwn with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we were stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly took out hr creative zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh kiter dgr music togeda geda lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sebelum tu the gataled mats dah masuk into the room togeda with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but they sat around the bookshelves so called hiding there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly and me just buat bodoh arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;which we were totalie good at right lyana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then the messenger came ly saw she turned with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-oh crap going to laugh- oh shit nak buat aper- face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i turned and saw i made the same face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then both of us turned the opposite direction so we didnt see his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;when he spoke i turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh got a close up of his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gigi ca bangit sahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bunny teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bulgoing ouut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how hodoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh mintak nombor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh dier dah siap2 pegang fone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;kawan aku yang pakai baju hijau yang nak berkenalan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;when he was talking i already turned away form him cos cannot stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos we just didnt say anithing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he turned and walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yang baju hijau tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seriously??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u guys think we are just one of those cheap minahs who'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;despoly give our number away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maruah jatuh babe! maruah jatuh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we couldnt stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then terus compose ourselves and started doing out hw back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so mai and amira came back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then they membebel-ed about founding someone like cyclops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the specs arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but its  gurl larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then ly and me told them what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh buat hw balik arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali dat messenger came back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but he was leaning more towards amira and mai's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and asking the same question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh mintak nombor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we couldnt stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dont ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we just laugh at about averything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then ly and me were laughing and saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mai bilang mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cepat bilang tu bender mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mai bilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but mai coulnt say it cos she kept laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;soon he moved away back hiding behind bookshelves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then amira said she cannot concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai said it osocos they said when they tilt their head to tulis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they can see the gataled mats saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;boleh tak? boleh tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sambil angguk2kan kepale dorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mai did mind but not as much as amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;since ly and me find it so easy to focus onto our work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I switched places with amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u know what mai only wrote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;' Siti Maisarah '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahah. kesian dorang ehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then read the part about we asked firdaus for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;on amira or mai or ly blog kayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at first he said no dont use his number and give them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so ly wrote quite big on her notebook in orange marker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tak Boleh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have to say this arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she was laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and she LAMELY put the piece of notebook beside me making it stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali we kena reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tak boleh takper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;terus lagik we laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mak engkau dorang boleh nampak sah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fuuhhh nasib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali amira got a msg from firdaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and he said if they kacau us give them his number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then we were like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;kalau dier bilang siang2 kan bogos dah dorang dah pegi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;aper arhh firdaus nie lambat arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we didnt find it a reason to continue to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we were packing up to leave larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i turned towards the door beh the gatal-ed mats were at the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and were like pointing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i told the rest they were like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;point pat bawah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ader aper pat bawah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hah?! dorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; tunggu kan pat bawah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;terus we tore out a piece of paper and wrote firdaus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;number on it but written as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;' mai- 9XXXXXXX '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but they didnt go down there were instead around the comp area in front of the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we slumberly walked towards the stairs elaving amira to give them the  'our' no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;leave pat wall tu nanti dorang amik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nanti ader orang amik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tak lah tak lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly mai and me went down the stairs leaving amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to give the paper to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we went out side cannot stop laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;skali they were duduking at the adventure park there//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beh lyana saw the messenger's relflection on a glass door coming towards us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dier datng dier dtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nombor korang ksik nomber saper arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me: asal kasik nombor tak ckp ker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yang rambot pendek eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ly: tak arh rambot panjang sampai pantat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and we laughed sampai terduduk pat pavement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sampai mai nak ter pee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and we had to go back to the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the way back the messenger came to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then i dunno arhh i forgot readii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;read the rest nyer blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for madrasah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ciao 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title='bah'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111962742335020457</id><published>2005-06-24T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:37:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today the colour combination for SSS was black.&lt;br /&gt;i wore black sweater with some brooklyn tangan keruk pat dlm.&lt;br /&gt;amira wore black fila.&lt;br /&gt;mai wore hang ten black.&lt;br /&gt;ly wore op black i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was late. then terjumper aishah on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;alerr mak dek ni plak. mampos nanti dorang marah aku&lt;br /&gt;aku pi terbawak aishah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;smile and be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;duk sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i knew i was late.&lt;br /&gt;went there they started eating at the kedai kopi readi.&lt;br /&gt;mkn prata.&lt;br /&gt;i ate one too.&lt;br /&gt;but the fan was soo strong.&lt;br /&gt;flew my styromfoam plate.&lt;br /&gt;landed on my sleeve and bag.&lt;br /&gt;PEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira bebeled cos kena her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the rest laughed.&lt;br /&gt;hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;normal2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;no one showed up.&lt;br /&gt;Just the five of us.&lt;br /&gt;Reached sun-dac.&lt;br /&gt;mat topi lamer, sombong, chinese gurl and fren was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry larh mai. Cyclops takder arhh..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but today was diff.&lt;br /&gt;we did some interation.&lt;br /&gt;is that how u spell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like we mingle arnd with em.&lt;br /&gt;sal dah warm up the previous day kann.&lt;br /&gt;did two bracelets then aishah ask eitehr of us to teman her.&lt;br /&gt;she want to play wit the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;The clients were playing their respective jugsaw puzzles and games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Iswandy,, he drooled but wiped em. impressive.&lt;br /&gt;he did this massive jugsaw puzzle. even i had trouble helping him.&lt;br /&gt;I was 'setia' okayy.&lt;br /&gt;i continued helping.&lt;br /&gt;aishah abandoned me a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh wait,,&lt;br /&gt;I waled towards the client table whre iswandy and uncle was sitiing.&lt;br /&gt;i smiled and that iswandy asked me to sit dwn on the empty chair opposte him.&lt;br /&gt;pandai2. Masehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;amira was doing ketupats again and mai got bored of bracelets she tried doing ketupats.&lt;br /&gt;let me just dsay she needed a whole lotsa help. and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in the midst of helping with the jugsaw puzzle we had to stop cause they were gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and went to eat at banquet;;&lt;br /&gt;mai ngan amira pandai pi jln kaki.&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus.  ly me and aishah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped alot i think.&lt;br /&gt;since thats what we normally do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cause i carn remeber what happened over lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went back sun dac.&lt;br /&gt;Then the MCYS volunteers, sombong cyclops mat topi lamer&lt;br /&gt;we having chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;lyana had that at banquet. then laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh yeah then the mornign we came in.&lt;br /&gt;we tried to find the names of the three mats.&lt;br /&gt;only mane to find two of em the next day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tell u all later larh den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then we did some mingling again.&lt;br /&gt;and afetr that stopped doing bracelets andketupats.&lt;br /&gt;and helped out with the game they were gonna have.&lt;br /&gt;they played bowling. imitaion one.&lt;br /&gt;cariied chairs for em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira couldnt carry two okayy&lt;br /&gt;two stacked up chairs!!!&lt;br /&gt;haiz budak tarian niee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and we were laughing2 and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;of course we helped her larhh.&lt;br /&gt;kesian amira. kan amira kan..&lt;br /&gt;pucat muker dier. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kiut u know they play bowling.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy most of the blogs never put the this part properly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll  shall risk and say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy,  one of the clients arh.&lt;br /&gt;i called him 'fondler'.&lt;br /&gt;cos today, after he played bowling, he stood at one corner watching the rest play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i took a glimpse at him and he was fondling with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take it u people have brains and know what im talking about;;&lt;br /&gt;basic: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hands in pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so disgusting. i squealed and told the rest.&lt;br /&gt;mater dorang terbeliak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OMG eee.&lt;br /&gt;Mak engkauu.&lt;br /&gt;isyy. omg. omg.&lt;br /&gt;Eeee. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the teacher saw, maybe they all already knoe he usually does that to himself.&lt;br /&gt;he did it again. quite a few times. so ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after the bowling we cabuted went masjid to pray and headed for the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KENA ATTACK. haha. as so i put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I go to bedok library almost usually.&lt;br /&gt;And I know usually mats would hang around there at the children section, level 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;make kissing sounds and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING EVER HAPENED TO ME BEFORE. until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;thats why i brot they all to bedok library. 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And I couldnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;But I did anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;Met sweetsmellinshits at Bedok Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;Colour: pink&lt;br /&gt;All of us wore pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came early to eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Mai didnt know there's Macs at Bedok. Peesh.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate. And crapped alot.&lt;br /&gt;Its normal. Very normal.&lt;br /&gt;To us larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All had big breakfast xcept for Lyana.&lt;br /&gt;Diet eh lyana,,, she ate Pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;Headed for MRT station. Venue to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Only 2 peoeple arrived. Aishah. Defilia.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guess what. Its soo coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;Aishah wore pink too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No seniors came. I was all alone to take up the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Noo laa. Got friends. They helped in time when I hadnt any guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there reported to the 'receptionist'.&lt;br /&gt;She asked if we had confirmed with this Mr Lee guy.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we needed to call first whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Which means they hadnt expected us to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Like huh??&lt;br /&gt;Arent the JK supposedly suppose to have handled it?&lt;br /&gt;Kk nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called2. No seniors picked up.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. So we asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Since we're here can we just do voluntary work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So she went in to meet the like ehad of the place maybe.&lt;br /&gt;And he called me in. And explained whatever crapness.&lt;br /&gt;And we were finally signed in. 1000hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Highlight of that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr Cyclops with a flat ass who ut his jeans so damn low&lt;br /&gt;we could see his boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyana was saying later, she would help him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With her you know sense os surfer fashion, would buy him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;better specs, boxers and sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok. Why Cyclops? Seen the mat specs before?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. the bick thick framed ones  and the colour usually are&lt;br /&gt;white or black.&lt;br /&gt;He was wearin em. White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cyclops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we joked how he would envision his heat rayy blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Lame sah.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No no. Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I imagined how cyclops would keluarkan his heat rayy.&lt;br /&gt;I animated right hand holds the white specy and lower it down, still&lt;br /&gt;holding it. Then he would naikkan berkali2 his kening.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Laughed of course.&lt;br /&gt;First time there, I was scurred of the disabled people there.&lt;br /&gt;They bau-ed, and when they came near, i thought they&lt;br /&gt;were going to harrass me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I found out they were not soo bad.&lt;br /&gt;Really. cute actualli. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah got four other volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The sombong; Mr Cyclops; Mat Topi lamer; chinese gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The somebong one betul2 sombong.&lt;br /&gt;isyy. dier tuu yang muker step seyy.&lt;br /&gt;ngok orang cam kiter nie digusting mammals gituk.&lt;br /&gt;beh dier korek hidung.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really see.&lt;br /&gt;but aishah and lyana and amira claims he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ew.&lt;br /&gt;tak senonoh.&lt;br /&gt;pengotor nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day care center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the clients they actually have classes there.&lt;br /&gt;So there were teachers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Mani as so she was called was the one who&lt;br /&gt;instructed us what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So we decided to do crafts.&lt;br /&gt;We did bracelets with beads.&lt;br /&gt;And tchr Mani wanted ketupats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so I pointed at amira. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So she and aishah did em. Cos the rest tak proo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this retro one. damn big and the colours liek whoa.&lt;br /&gt;Standing out siah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And we walked from the place to Bedok Interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then aishah received a call form defilia.&lt;br /&gt;Defilia needed the key which I was holding on to.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she wanted to go for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And she wwas like membebeling on the fone like she tuer form me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she is. foreigner mah.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. tak tau sabar gak nyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to walk all the way back to the place.&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn tired. and was wearing cute sloop-ins.&lt;br /&gt;beh i suffered blisters.&lt;br /&gt;damn her.&lt;br /&gt;sorri arh. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back interchange beh de dah habis mkn.&lt;br /&gt;pergi balik tempat tu continued doing the bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did u know the place was soo damn cute that after they had lunch&lt;br /&gt;they would listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;And most of the music we heard were hindustan.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a number from swades. wahh. maju!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clients were so called grooving to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;btw, each one of us had a so called friend. xcept for amira. ish.&lt;br /&gt;aishah was this uncle, as so we called him. So cute likes to smile and clap his hands.&lt;br /&gt;mine was this, Iswandy guy. Melayu arh. he drools but veh clever he wipe it away.&lt;br /&gt;and pandai jager kwn dier yang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lyana i think is the, apek buang sampah ngan  ah lian suker carik gadoh.&lt;br /&gt;tu tak?&lt;br /&gt;the apek seriously suker angkat sampah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ualang alik sini saner buang sampah. kalau tkader sampah dier buat sampah.&lt;br /&gt;betul.. i saw him plucking leaved from a tree and putting it into the rubbish bag.&lt;br /&gt;takper makner nyer dier neat freak kann..&lt;br /&gt;the the ah lian really. suker marah ishh.&lt;br /&gt;mai is this auntie whom we thinks forgoten she had told us and tell again.&lt;br /&gt;haha. kiut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that was the whole day lah i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just doing of the bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;go check mai ly or amira blog in case i missed nething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ended at 1600hrs.&lt;br /&gt;and went to pray at the masjid.  zuhor and jemaah asar.&lt;br /&gt;there was this makcik who would on this particular fan&lt;br /&gt;and stand in front of it and dry her hair and maybe even sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but i caought her sneaking a look at us. like we were bad people!&lt;br /&gt;hello?! kiter alim. semahyang pat masjid. tak nampak kerr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then keluar masjid teh mat topi lamer, tchr mani and this other staff&lt;br /&gt;was on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Mani asked&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; how come u all still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we were praying zuhor and asar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohh okayy u al will be coming tomorrow? see u. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then the mat topi lamer looked at us one kind.&lt;br /&gt;up down. up down&lt;br /&gt;as though he's saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;biar betik minah2 cam nie pi smahyang pat masjid; merepek nyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;makk skali smek.. kao tu lelaki tak tanggungjawab pi lakukan prayers.&lt;br /&gt;oopps maafkan kalau dah buat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;yay. tired day.&lt;br /&gt;at night told amira to tell the rest bawak hw kiter cabot cepat beh go library buat&lt;br /&gt;hw the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111962596208260459?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111962596208260459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111962596208260459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111962596208260459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111962596208260459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111962596208260459' title='kena attacckk'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111890696364372465</id><published>2005-06-16T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:29:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurday's crap and last days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;merry christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya belum datang dah nak celebrate christmas plak?&lt;br /&gt;Isy. Dah nak merapek nii. teruk arh aku ni eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ader blog tapi tak update2 kann.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa this week a lot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;When I say alot I do mean A lot of Huge stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe, only one of em' is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy so like, on sunday I posted one in the morning right.&lt;br /&gt;so after I got back from madrasah. We had a birthda party.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt really call it a PArrTeH! but its a small gathering will family&lt;br /&gt;members, inclucing aunts and uncs and kuzs, with bdae cakes and presents larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. celebrated uncle wan's, uncle fnd's, zuhairah, and last but not the least my 1 year old sister, Ulfah!!. Yeah but there were only two cakes and two songs sang. HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;I love zuhairah's cake. Esp the bottom part soo crunchy behbeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis cake is a marble cake with icing all over. Serious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blah blah blah the night went on and morning appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Late morning took 65 and went tampines mall with my mom and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with my makcik and kuz at golden village and went to watch Madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid show. Dont watch it if U havent. Ok?!&lt;br /&gt;U better dont. A complete Waste of money honey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ending, Crap ler basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wat to do all my kuz and sis are those lame young children who thinks the show is funny just because the trailer say it is. But no storyline!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like after that we went to simei and ate at banquet. Sedap mak oiii&lt;br /&gt;I ate this prawn noodle. Dry. Then they gave a soup as a side. Sedapppp///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my family and theirs seperated and my family went to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;to visit my uncle. Something happened to him larh. got blood clot in the brain and the vein&lt;br /&gt;or something burst or something uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;So he was in the ICU ward.&lt;br /&gt;Serious condition.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there until 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all my other kuz and their parents came later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;I heard some of my aunties dah siap2 bacekan yaasin. And all that stuff u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day I was on the computer, Tuesday larh. My sis came to me and told me&lt;br /&gt;my uncle had passed away readi. That morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yep. Took leave, had tahlil. FYI I did read yaasin kayy. and echoed with the tahlil.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I was present and I saw with my own eyes the jenazah lepas dah balut dengan kain kapan[??]. Uh huh. saw eveything.&lt;br /&gt;Crying. The bacaan. Evrything ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Wednesday was nothing much except I slept in the afternoon. Which I find really strange. Cos I dont do the afternoon nap thing like Amira. But anyhow, I slept and like cannot wake up larh. Really man. can syiok nah tidurr. Fuuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. today is homework time. but as u can see now the computer is luring me away from the book into its realm of internet. feeeewweeet. &lt;&lt; what der??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bull-.&lt;br /&gt;which part?&lt;br /&gt;All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111890696364372465?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111890696364372465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111890696364372465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111890696364372465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111890696364372465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111890696364372465' title='Thurday&apos;s crap and last days.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111890562165556280</id><published>2005-06-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:07:01.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blues? Nitemaress</title><content type='html'>Ive never been updating this damn blog. ugh. My malas case ler.Anyhows I have been going out and having fun but once I stay at home, boredom starts taking over my body.AND I have been doing my homework kayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, nothing much has happened but is going to happen i guess. Later, late afternoon-night-like, we'll be celebrating birthdays! My sister, 1 year old, my kuzzin, 12, my uncle, 27, my another uncle, dunno his age liao.Uh huh. I cant wait for my kuzzin to open her birthday prezzie from my famile. We bought her a nike shoe, sneakers, whichever.&lt;br /&gt;So jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been wanting to tell this and ive been wondering about it. It juts gets scarrier whenever I keep thinking about THATscene. yesterday or today, UGH, okok. WHEN I WAS SLEEPING, I had a dream a scary dream [ cause to me nitemares are when I dream about Hantus ]I cant remember how it goes but it was like those underworld people hunting down their whatever target. At first I was just watching the whole dream.But suddenly I was part of it, playing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes. The whole dream played once. then it played again but this time with me a part of it. it's very scarry.I was holding on to my LIFE. I was TRYING to hold on to it anyhow. So i cant remember what exactly happened but there wason very vivid scene where the 'jahat' people were sitting and quarreling and there was a table and I was lying on the floorbeside the table near one of the jahat people. And i was already hurt. But the catch is, to me I was hurt but the jahat people thought i was dead. DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved to reach for something. Duno why. And they saw. And the guy near me took out a gun frm somewhere. dunno where,ugh, u know how dreams are.A GUN. shit.shit.shit. I knew I was in trouble and I WAS ALREADY hurt. I tried to move awar, save myself. But I sort of couldnt move.And remeber that vivid scene? That was it. Or THIS was it: he shot me. uh huh. i was shot. around the stomach area. I was bleeding for goodness sake. im not kidding even now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really spooked by it okaay. And U know when ur friend surprises ulike when they go 'BOO!'. Ur body would suddenly so called jump right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that when i was shot. Scene: the trigger was pulled the bullet hits my stomach area and My body 'jumped'.but thats not what was really important. the important or weird part is that. When in my dream I jumped,in real life,my body, on the bed, my body 'jumped' too. Like I felt it dokk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out just now when I thought about it. I could feel the 'impact' of the shot in real life.Fuuh. Uh huh. dats it. u can say im weird. but hey wee-erd s what my friends call me.&lt;br /&gt;oh yarrrr. LOST. did u watch it? I watched it. BLODDY BRILLIANT. Fuuh. At the end of the first two epi, the shoe sent chillsthrough my body mann. Especially the part where the transceiver, that walkey talky thang, received that 'signal' from the french women. And that guy, his name was Saeed i think, said the signal has been sending out for 16 year or so?Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Wee-erd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday went bowling with amira and mai. funny game. read mai's blog for more. But i want add on.During bowling I didnt actually really do it but i sorat tried to do the FLinstones thing. where fred would tippy-toe down the lane first before releasing the ball. Such laughs. And Mai, ur fingers arent bengkok larh. No big fuss. And yes I have the pic with me I'll try to put it at my blog the link section as an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dats it from me.&lt;br /&gt;Shit heads.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111890562165556280?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111890562165556280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111890562165556280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111890562165556280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111890562165556280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111890562165556280' title='Sunday Blues? Nitemaress'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111753202046652666</id><published>2005-05-31T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T02:40:37.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasyat btul2 dasyat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Get yuu freak on! '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but Im liking this phrase. On Saturday went to eat breakfast at Bedok Macs then went to nenek &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOUSE" target="_blank"&gt;house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and watched 'Kung Fu Hustle' and 'Starsky and Hutch'. Down right farnie sia both the movies!! Just made my boring day better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then both my sisters played the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=XBOX" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wile I conquered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=INTERNET" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Whee~~ Anyways, on Sunday had Madrasah. Suck it larh. Thought the boys were going to preset but I guess ustazah just forgot about the deal. Guess what she said? The scene;; I didnt even mention about handing up the projects. I was staring at her then she look at me and she said, " Eh baru teringat, those yang belum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAND" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in project please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAND" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in now, I know none of the boys have handed in yet. Tengok larh, saya tengok muker awak jer baru teringat." Then everyone look at me as if I told her or something. I said, " Eh ustazah, saya tak cakap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PAPER" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; pun, tak bersalah," LoL. Damn bad right.&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf was the only one dari kaum Adam that handed up the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Blah Blah Blah, it was Monday. Slept quite late on Sunday night, so I ended up waking up late larh.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I bathed my father was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt; for lunch. Well, actually I heard the door clicking then I rush to the loo, scurred get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Man, I was lazying and rotting at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;. Furthermore I didnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; like study mode. Basically the whole day I was infront of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COMPUTER" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;. Then, just went friendster hopping and blog hopping and whatever hopping u can think of. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I watched MIB then switched to Hallmark watched this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FAMILY" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; oriented movie. Quite nice. Then my mom went down to have dinner I grabbed her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HP" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; and msged my friends asking then when they can all make it for us to meet. Like hello?! Its the holidays!! You better meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its most prbably this Thurs Ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WATCH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; movie or sth... Kayy??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Then at night I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WATCH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=LAS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; Crime thingy show. Then fell asleep. DUHX. Next day, which is liek today, woke up early cos I promised Amira I'd call her to confirm on where we going. My goD! She keeps asking about her blog. Seesh Amira!! The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MUSIC" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; code should be placed in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BODY" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; section. Ok?? Better yet choose anoda song!! Kayy? x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went Bugis today. Lol I got may Pops to gimme 50 damn bucks. And now all I have is a mere 1 buck left. Darn Right! So eh, I ate lunch, bought a present for Fiqqy, and another present for Idah and bought a large Ice tea from Mc cos we were freaking thirsty larh. Reasonable , right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I think it is anyway. Amira broght me to the bargaining area of Bugis. The like pasar malam type. but before we went there we went rounding. Like seriously roamed the whole Seiyu Bugis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHOPPING" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MALL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;. Yepp. Then ate at KFC and headed for that particular area lerr. quite nice the goods there. Loads of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BAGS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;!! All around. Haa. Damn jakoN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Then now I am very tired. My feet and numb. Uh huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHOPPING" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt; is Tiring. Even if it is oly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WINDOW" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHOPPING" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;' get your freak onn ** ! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111753202046652666?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111753202046652666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111753202046652666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111753202046652666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111753202046652666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111753202046652666' title='Dasyat btul2 dasyat'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111727939100280779</id><published>2005-05-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T04:23:11.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesak Day Beach Gathering.</title><content type='html'>heyhey.&lt;br /&gt;last monday went beach. damn crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture says a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go my link section and click the vesak day gethering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw... the pics are from my aunts albums soo whatever that says me is not really me. its her//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111727939100280779?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111727939100280779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111727939100280779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111727939100280779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111727939100280779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111727939100280779' title='Vesak Day Beach Gathering.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111719590656762564</id><published>2005-05-27T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T05:11:46.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was some fast semester.</title><content type='html'>Oh My Goodness. Semester One have just came and gone by. Just like that. I guess I have to admit, that despite the scoldings, naggings, homeworks, tests, pranks, hurts, laughs, sads, happys, and everything else, it was a definite adventurous, memorable and fun semester I will always remember. Especially the laughs I've had with my sweetsmellingshits group. Haha. No matter where or when, we'll always have the first and last laugh. No day goes by without a laugh or two. Lol. I usually complain in my real diary that my life was a boring one and I neede adventure. So this semester or Term 2 specifically was a special one cause that was exactly what I gotten. Adventure!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not those kind of adventure like, Indiana Jones kind, but adventure where different stuff happens everyday and it never gets old. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the last day of school. We got a half day and mai, me, lyana, gillian, pei rong, cheryl went cineleisure and watched monster-in-law. The show was damn cute larh. Damn funny! Haha. Couldnt stop laughing. Seriously good show to watch and end off this semester.&lt;br /&gt;After we got out of the cinema, I couldnt stop myslef from recalling the funniest partS of the movie, cause I wanted to keep on laughing summore and summore. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that me lyana and mai went home straight away cause lyana's mom wanted her to be home by 3pm or she'll be strip naked in front of her friends later at teh airport. Ok, actually all her mom wanted was her to have her sleep for her flight later on. Haha. I kept em[hasizing to Lyana that she can sleep in the airplane. right? yep Im sure of that. And Mai has got tuition, again. So we all took a taxi and dropped Lyana first, followed by mai and then me. Lyana paid for the whole fee. Whoa. Thank you Lyana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight that minimat going to China. Well, technically its this Saturday's morning. Well, I wish I could send her, but like of course I cant right? No transport. No fair larh. They all going overseas with friends for like more than a week. Im sure they'll be depending a lot on each other roomate. I can guarentee that yeah. you'll definitely find out stuff you've never known before bout that person when you become roomates. Cause things like gopoh gapah , toilet, sleep, noise will come into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll just call Lyana before she goes off for her trip. I'll just say it here; Hope all of them have a safe flight there, have fun and reach back Singapore safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111719590656762564?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111719590656762564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111719590656762564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111719590656762564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111719590656762564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111719590656762564' title='That was some fast semester.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111711750291493842</id><published>2005-05-26T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T07:25:02.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hows this skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I shall keep it for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me nice or not kayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, yesterday, I have to say, was the most desperate day of my entire secondary life. Easier saying, it was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORSEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;day! Firstly, it rained in the morning and my mother woke me up earlier than usual to go to school. Shit larh! I didnt even get to finish my dream. Whatever that dream was.&lt;br /&gt;So, my quite clean shoes got dirrty. Like really. My socks were wet and soggy and dirrty. So everything under my feet felt squishy. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;We had the activities for the Cultural Week. Me, mai, lyana, atiqah, atiqah, nurin, adlin, hazwani, farhanah, yara, and someone did our dikir thang. We performed 'Detik' first before following up on the lame one which were going to be taught to the 'participants'. Man! Many things were not prepared sia. It was pretty frantic and hectic I have to say. But we definitely had fun!&lt;br /&gt;Then Amira was supposed to be teaching the Malay Dance but she sibuked with us then kene locked out of the AS1. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So she just joined us in the teaching. Warlow! Damn tiring arh teaching these people. Like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Not only mulut berbueh, tekak haus, palm red, BUT mater ngan hati pun sakit!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh im not saying like Im all goody or anything, But at the very least i do know what appreciate, courtesy, manners and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means!&lt;br /&gt;Mak, tengok muker orang jeling sini saner. EYE-ROLLING. Body language tunjuk cant be bothered. Siul! Skali aku tempeleng muker kau melayang entah ke maner aku pun tak kisah!!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Dolmat Samdol.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. It was definitely an enriching experience.&lt;br /&gt;After school, me, amira and mai wanted to go somewhere but have no idea where to go. Then dodol Sarah came in and suggested PPMac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh Noooo. Sheesh PPMac dont rawk. The area like so Ulu, to me.&lt;br /&gt;In the end obviously we went there. That was when my worsest dilemma happened to me. Okok. This is too public. But I stained my skirt. Aaaeeeek. At public place u know!! At least at school I wouldnt mind as much.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Amira and Mai wasnt REALLY THAT disgusted about it.&lt;br /&gt;Mai; We all girls what. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously they were laughing larh. Especially that Sarah. She was laughing cam nak giler. Then she said after her laughing had a little bit subsided and wanted to go to the Girls toilet, the guys in the Boys toilet did not close the door and they were bloody PEEING. x[ Eww.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was like; Lucky they were facing the other side, But I saw their butts.&lt;br /&gt;We were all laughing, as per normal, and like gasp and Eww-ed and stuff. But they all still didnt stop laughing at me. I was like bloody frantic and dunno-what-to-so-situation and they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* I would like to take this opportunity to thank MAISARAH and AMIRA for helping me&lt;br /&gt;               do whatever you did. [In the toilet, remember?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YUUUs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was almost already safe but I was very conscious of me back so I carried my bag like those &lt;em&gt;mats. &lt;/em&gt;Haiyo! Anyways we went back home after that. I went home with Mai, then before, I used my Ez-Link to pay for the Mcs Food. Full, $5.50. Balance- $0.00.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that means no money to take bus home. I asked Mai if she had any change for me to use.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, 30cents. But thank goodness Mai is such a good friend and is very patient with me. She waited with me for almost an hour before I got the courage to ask two seniors for 55cents.&lt;br /&gt;Like whoa. You can laugh. Yes you definitely can. Coz reading this, will set you amused. But, the situatin was far from what you are feeling. Damn scary larh. Very2 frightening &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESPERATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; situation. And once again, I'd like to thank Mai for her undying patient, sneezing, sleepiness and herself for waiting for almost an hour. thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of friends; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, You my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, We your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt; we Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; x] &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/10029129-111711750291493842?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111711750291493842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111711750291493842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111711750291493842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111711750291493842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111711750291493842' title='Finale.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111702979454011007</id><published>2005-05-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:03:14.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Ehh&lt;br /&gt;U know Whatttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sappose to update on something but i was TOooo busy finding a new bloodied skin for my bootiful bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I lost the taggie code gain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ArGh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDER CONSRTUCTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;yeppz..&lt;br /&gt;I shal update tomorrow kayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch SHAN [hott stuff] on Eye For a Guy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;just to let yall know.&lt;br /&gt;JANNAH. yes our darrling jannah has SAFELY laned at her destination- Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesh. She has met loads of hotties and have their autographs.&lt;br /&gt;She met a famous Gilmre Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically she's having the time of her life.&lt;br /&gt;JANNAH!&lt;br /&gt;Remember. My very special sovenior. heheh. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heart wont be a ragdoll anymore"- Maroon5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111702979454011007?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111702979454011007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111702979454011007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111702979454011007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111702979454011007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111702979454011007' title='Construction'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111668336006720605</id><published>2005-05-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T06:49:20.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>barenakedness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;barenaked&lt;br /&gt;and i just cant take it&lt;br /&gt;im getting cheated&lt;br /&gt;No, I just cant fake it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wonder if anyone else have felt naked before. hmm. Actually everyone should be feeling naked&lt;br /&gt;almost everyday. Especially when showering. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But Im asking naked. As in yoiu just feel totally comfortable with that person as though that person sees u naked. Sees U// Like your true self. true form. And u feel so naked around them. comfortable, cosy, like that person make u feel naked. you know?&lt;br /&gt;Herm. i dont think Ive felt that way before.  Not even with my girlfriends, best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I only feel naked when I express myself through words. Liek when Im writing in my Diary. Cos even though I have my best friends and girlfriends there, I still know we all have limits. im afraid by letting myself GO. like just telling them just like tat. Im afraid by doing that, my words would sting them, hurt them deeply when i amiss my limits.&lt;br /&gt;naked.&lt;br /&gt;I feel naked through my writings?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that dont make sense to me. Cause writings have their limits too.&lt;br /&gt;Like i arent able to find the correct words to make or show or let my emotions hrough the writings. or how about, if im tired of writing? Arent these limits?&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though Im not making sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe none can feel the nakedness Im trying to say. Basically maybe, most probably that&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING has its limits.&lt;br /&gt;It Sucks, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when u joke u have your limits cause you cant go over board as u may just hurt someone with the joke or sarcasticness.&lt;br /&gt;Another example,  how about the words you use?&lt;br /&gt;Like me, I know i may seem very harsh and 'pedas' in the words I use like, "f**k, bitch, sial, puki, buto, etc" in school. Bt I do know the limit in which I can use em. I know what respect and 'sopan mean. Cause when I step into my house, I do NOT use such words. I realize my limits,&lt;br /&gt;Im not that biadap.&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;Limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bloody sickening.&lt;br /&gt;I cant express my views properly.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i cant think of anymore words to use.&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;Limits. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Gota be tolak ansur and not use this comp always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111668336006720605?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111668336006720605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111668336006720605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111668336006720605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111668336006720605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111668336006720605' title='barenakedness.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111649269878305437</id><published>2005-05-19T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:52:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>case malas.</title><content type='html'>heheh.&lt;br /&gt;im online everyday.&lt;br /&gt;almost every second.&lt;br /&gt;the minute i get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on my comp.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I cant be bothered&lt;br /&gt;to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My Lower Half. Of my Body.&lt;br /&gt;That incudes my Arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is suffering from aches and pains.&lt;br /&gt;Yesh. Thats right. I cant get my Arse to&lt;br /&gt;cooperate with me as quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I feel Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway,  it happened cause&lt;br /&gt;my school has this competition:&lt;br /&gt;Buzz@ Canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where each class have to put up a performance&lt;br /&gt;based on anything at all for the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the selected ones will show it off to the school&lt;br /&gt;during reccess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically most of the Sec 2s putted up a dance ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;My class danced to the sing Lose my Breath&lt;br /&gt;So U can tell-hopefully- how many booty shake we had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of movements. Kinda like excersising(??) except funner.&lt;br /&gt;So we had intensive practise on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;And on the morning of Wednesday- after the math and science results&lt;br /&gt;were issused- we practiced again cos our auditions were arnd 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had our auditions... blah blah blah. Then finish arh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah/.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;after the 'intensive practice'.&lt;br /&gt;Mai and Lyana came over to 2O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira switched Perfect 10 to some malay station.&lt;br /&gt;We were like; WHooIIIIiIIII Amira!!! Tangan kau gatal arh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song was playing. Pop Yeh Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Immeadiately we werent furious nemore.&lt;br /&gt;We were like standing up and doing 70's dancing.&lt;br /&gt;A-go -go dancing. Whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least mai and me were on our feet.&lt;br /&gt;Lyana was just sitting on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;laughing and shaking her head.&lt;br /&gt;amira was, as always, slacker.... no dancing no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;she just laugh at the song at the same time singing widdit.&lt;br /&gt;monotonously. really!!&lt;br /&gt;Listen when Amira is singing. One tone siarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday adfter school. Slack for a while.&lt;br /&gt;On the damn cd player and blasted songs.&lt;br /&gt;The people in 2O were like singing to them&lt;br /&gt;It was oh so Coool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amria plaited Safiah's hair.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jannah wants it. So amira plaited for her too.&lt;br /&gt;Using one of Mai's many clips on her head.&lt;br /&gt;She had about 10 or so. yepps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shrifah and Sadelena came in.&lt;br /&gt;Beh sharifah also wanted it. Then had to use another oone of mai's clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dunno where to go.&lt;br /&gt;As in for me amira and Mai.&lt;br /&gt;So we asked pipol where would be a nice place to go to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People giving us answers like damn!&lt;br /&gt;We want to go sumwhere near...&lt;br /&gt;Easier to go home. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Tampines Mall&lt;br /&gt;And ate at Long John Silver.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough money and couldnt take neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like we went to Town Today&lt;br /&gt;After our Annual cross Country.&lt;br /&gt;Did  nothin much, just ate.&lt;br /&gt;and merayap hurr and there,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I feel like my longer friends seems be fading away from me&lt;br /&gt;as i try to get our colours back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read btw the lines of that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;You'll geddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So We think about Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Like We think about now&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it Out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111649269878305437?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111649269878305437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111649269878305437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111649269878305437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111649269878305437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111649269878305437' title='case malas.'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111616362299501354</id><published>2005-05-15T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T06:27:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eheh.&lt;br /&gt;u know what.&lt;br /&gt;i veh the lazy to update&lt;br /&gt;about thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know!!&lt;br /&gt;go maisarah's blog&lt;br /&gt;everything is there.&lt;br /&gt;go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FISH" target="_blank"&gt;Fish&lt;/a&gt; arh.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of updating about&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Sat.&lt;br /&gt;but Im fishingly lazy.&lt;br /&gt;and I have to call mai now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aish. K nvm&lt;br /&gt;i'll give the basic important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; dat happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday.&lt;br /&gt;the saddest day of my 2O/1O&lt;br /&gt;class life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the saddest.&lt;br /&gt;Cos its the first time i ever cried&lt;br /&gt;because of conflicts btw classmates.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt REALLY part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was part of it too.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down for recess then&lt;br /&gt;come up back.&lt;br /&gt;The class was splitted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the situation, tension, atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;that drove me sad.&lt;br /&gt;I just cried a lil bit tho.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanna be seen as 'soft'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore,&lt;br /&gt;i saw one my one start to cry&lt;br /&gt;and get pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone pointed me&lt;br /&gt;to the direction of the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats' when i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Some one wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Where's the unity?&lt;br /&gt;                  gone.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veh saddening kayy.&lt;br /&gt;Really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before recess&lt;br /&gt;mai was jupping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;bouncing telling me that we should call&lt;br /&gt;up one of our victims and irritate em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say sing this NEWEST song by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;She say shout loud2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like; Oooo Kay.&lt;br /&gt;;But sekejap je tau. Until 2.&lt;br /&gt;;I gonna go back to TKP meet my frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar.&lt;br /&gt;I thot that was the plan.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH plan failed.&lt;br /&gt;The gathering AND the irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;as usual went to 2N.&lt;br /&gt;Mai was like sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Lyana was like dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;Amira was like serak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking; jadik ke tak?&lt;br /&gt;; cepat arhh. aku dah nak kene pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos meeting my old frens are like&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;I never see them everyday like&lt;br /&gt;I used to.&lt;br /&gt;Basically Im saying.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Em' all. Even the enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar.&lt;br /&gt;I was saying; dah tak jadik?&lt;br /&gt;; dah? betul eh?&lt;br /&gt;[ I also know my friends in Cedar&lt;br /&gt;  are definitely just as important ]&lt;br /&gt;;betul? betul? Dah arh eh. I go first.&lt;br /&gt;;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rushing2 go there.&lt;br /&gt;Thot I was going to be late reaching TKP.&lt;br /&gt;skali they not there.&lt;br /&gt;not all of em plan to be there u see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syarina asked if i wanted to go a day or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;i asked who is going?&lt;br /&gt;[ Even so i dun care. I'll just go ]&lt;br /&gt;Then she say so far onli me and irsyaad.&lt;br /&gt;Im like ok larh I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go there and then these two people not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;i was like.&lt;br /&gt;; Eh &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CAM" target="_blank"&gt;cam&lt;/a&gt; ader je yang tak kene.&lt;br /&gt;; am I like the first?&lt;br /&gt;So i wait.&lt;br /&gt;Then  i called Idah for Rina's no.&lt;br /&gt;i called rina&lt;br /&gt;she said&lt;br /&gt;; sorry eh husna. Kiter due dah tak jadik arh.&lt;br /&gt;; I wanted to tell u but dunno how to get your &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CONTACT" target="_blank"&gt;contact&lt;/a&gt; [ understandable]&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;; Nah its okie. Yeah its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly speaking,&lt;br /&gt;no offence.&lt;br /&gt;And Im really sorry to say this.&lt;br /&gt;I thot,&lt;br /&gt;; OMG. Ive been ditched.&lt;br /&gt;Lol yeah.&lt;br /&gt;thats what I thot arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do siarh.&lt;br /&gt;i also got the stupid things u call feelings.&lt;br /&gt;at least the negative ones are stuupidd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarh. so After that&lt;br /&gt;I went macs and bought&lt;br /&gt;McSpicy Double.&lt;br /&gt;FuuuuuHhhh.&lt;br /&gt;YyuuUUUmMm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home&lt;br /&gt;then amira called&lt;br /&gt;she told me&lt;br /&gt;;kawan kau tadik telefon&lt;br /&gt;bilang jgn gi TKP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we talked arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ONLINE" target="_blank"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt; mai&lt;br /&gt;told me same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I acted like i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;and typed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh really. ya, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; liddat arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So yar.&lt;br /&gt;I chatted wid Mr. D&lt;br /&gt;and he's like they didnt come cos they're sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Im like.&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;NoWonderrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Then terus angry feeling &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;POOF&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Thats that.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got a surprise &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GIFT" target="_blank"&gt;Gift&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;really Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went&lt;br /&gt;to the Doc.&lt;br /&gt;To check her womb.&lt;br /&gt;Then she had to wait for&lt;br /&gt;an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she went to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHOP" target="_blank"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; sumwhere.&lt;br /&gt;And bought for me a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=RADIO" target="_blank"&gt;radio&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CD" target="_blank"&gt;cd player&lt;/a&gt;/ v&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CD" target="_blank"&gt;cd player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like Whooooaaa.&lt;br /&gt;;Just liddat? They &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BUY" target="_blank"&gt;buy&lt;/a&gt; fer me?&lt;br /&gt;;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents came back&lt;br /&gt;and showed us the scan pic thingy.&lt;br /&gt;U know what.&lt;br /&gt;It was super kewl larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The featus had the basic &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FORMS" target="_blank"&gt;forms&lt;/a&gt; already lor.&lt;br /&gt;you can see the head, the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BODY" target="_blank"&gt;body&lt;/a&gt;, the legs and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SERIOUS" target="_blank"&gt;Serious&lt;/a&gt;.. It was like a miracle of something.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing was. You can see the heart Beating.&lt;br /&gt;Not on the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PAPER" target="_blank"&gt;paper&lt;/a&gt; picture of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miracle was that,&lt;br /&gt;the featus was onli 6.1 cm!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar.&lt;br /&gt;to day got madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;Farnie &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;i was bitching the boys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got ustazah to give them punishment&lt;br /&gt;cos they never &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAND" target="_blank"&gt;hand&lt;/a&gt; in the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the unity?&lt;br /&gt;         gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go call mai now..&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111616362299501354?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111616362299501354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111616362299501354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111616362299501354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111616362299501354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111616362299501354' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111599437655496522</id><published>2005-05-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T07:27:12.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thurs dae next.&lt;br /&gt;Ok but let me warn yer.&lt;br /&gt;Im writing this on&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th at 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so forgive me if I say crap&lt;br /&gt;or dont update properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Very2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had assembly at the clasroom&lt;br /&gt;blocks cause it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pur principat reminded and nagged at&lt;br /&gt;us about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; which a feww bad eggs had done&lt;br /&gt;to so called bring down the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were quickly headed to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;i read the Post Exam Activity schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many talks.&lt;br /&gt;And the activities were less enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;than I had imagined/thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MUSIC" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; recital.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of piano pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 solo vioin play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. I'll update tomorrow or on monday.&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THURSDAY 12, May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 13, May 2005.&lt;br /&gt;[ Those that know will know,&lt;br /&gt;If you dont know, try not to ask. please. ]&lt;br /&gt;~ Where is the unity?&lt;br /&gt;Gone. *Cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Its better, For now.&lt;br /&gt;Please give and take.&lt;br /&gt;Dont start another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I saw too many tears falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111599437655496522?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111599437655496522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111599437655496522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111599437655496522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111599437655496522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111599437655496522' title='Thurs'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111598601387764884</id><published>2005-05-13T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T07:13:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Has it been that long since I updated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;It has only been what, 2-3 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, have I said nething about wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Cant rememeber.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just blurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning bathed,&lt;br /&gt;wore Sch U, did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAIR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have a short term memory virus,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that we had a literatur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; journey&lt;br /&gt;on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So year. went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; and my classmates told me.&lt;br /&gt;and I went ; OHHHHHHH Yarrrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; in the morning with some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FRINGE" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Going towards classrooms then saw Joanne&lt;br /&gt;she was like; eh what happened to your hair?&lt;br /&gt;I went; erm fringe??&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled back my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAIR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAIR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after joanne gave such a comment. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into class and amira didnt want to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously didnt wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kinda lost half of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=VOICE" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; and sounded like guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cos she was sick.&lt;br /&gt;actually she still IS sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She brought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CAMERA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After assembly before going for the excursion.&lt;br /&gt;We snaped a few together. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was along the Singapore River.&lt;br /&gt;Before that we had to go up to a museum&lt;br /&gt;at this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;They JUST HAD to take the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why not just build more of em'&lt;br /&gt;and get rid of the stupid elevators &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DECORATING" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;decorating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; the building.&lt;br /&gt;Like HUH.&lt;br /&gt;U got the elevator there USE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So like went up and we got the chance&lt;br /&gt;to see this section of the museum,&lt;br /&gt;'Doll me up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggests,&lt;br /&gt;there were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DOLLS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;DOLLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not being kiddy or nething.&lt;br /&gt;But they were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It was this Bridal Collections for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DOLLS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Soo Bloody Nice..... OMG.&lt;br /&gt;x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a tour around the river&lt;br /&gt;with the tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;He talked about the history and happenings&lt;br /&gt;along the river in those olden days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda kewl.&lt;br /&gt;But it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating like;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my group had a workshop.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;It was more of us creating a short skit&lt;br /&gt;based on the situation last time along the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was acting as this old chinese lady&lt;br /&gt;who was recalling her childhood days&lt;br /&gt;with her husband, who is played by safiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super cool arh.&lt;br /&gt;But some of us couldnt improvise&lt;br /&gt;or do impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda disliked me.&lt;br /&gt;So yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had a late recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt bring money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I just curi2 food here and there&lt;br /&gt;from Adel, Amira and Safiah who were sitting with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt have nething to do like, EAT x[&lt;br /&gt;So I layed my head on the CANTEEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TABLE" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;TABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well TERslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. I dreamt bout something farnie.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt remember what was the dream&lt;br /&gt;But it was farnie. Cos I remember&lt;br /&gt;telling Amira and Safiah about it and they laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We then had 1hr to decide/practice for Buzz@ Canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Dont remind me. [ Actually I just reminded myself. Lol. ]&lt;br /&gt;Something happened today to my class regarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Buzz@"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Buzz@ Canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The situation saddened me truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically, I cried. A lil bit only larh.&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to embarrass my self. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l post it. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;NO. I wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; me and amira we waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Mai and Lyana to return from their Lit Journey.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting, suddenly mai and Ly had Hist Pageant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wat sumore. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and amira were sitting at the back&lt;br /&gt;of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;People started leaving until it was left&lt;br /&gt;with only us. alone. at the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;two girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;what did they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;its the case every girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; WILL have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;lesbians????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;no wayyyyyyyy. x]]]]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;[ i am ositively straight, inside and out&lt;br /&gt;- actually i had thought about becoming a bucth&lt;br /&gt;once cos i hated guys at that tym. HATE. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;two girls.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;what did they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOYS! x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;yep. dun worry.&lt;br /&gt;we are good muslim ladies with a&lt;br /&gt;strong agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 2N finished their pageant,&lt;br /&gt;I asked mai;&lt;br /&gt;do we look like lesbians sitting alone at the back&lt;br /&gt;of teh class?&lt;br /&gt;she went fastly; yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked Lyana the same question&lt;br /&gt;she was like; tak arhh.. no larh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. open mindedness&lt;br /&gt;and narrow ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After that we went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; i think.&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Wednesday blues Overr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;~Where is the unity?&lt;br /&gt;Gone. *Cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111598601387764884?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111598601387764884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111598601387764884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111598601387764884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111598601387764884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111598601387764884' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111572689621294281</id><published>2005-05-10T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T06:22:26.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Exams Are Over !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hei hei xx]&lt;br /&gt;my exam period seem so wee- erd.&lt;br /&gt;it started yesterday//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ended todayy//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FuuH. Thats fast.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Ly and Mai.&lt;br /&gt;Tampines &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MALL" target="_blank"&gt;Mall&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira couldnt join.&lt;br /&gt;No Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haixx[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOUSE" target="_blank"&gt;House&lt;/a&gt; Of Wax is NC-16 Kau!&lt;br /&gt;Ish. Thought of watching it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. we're under age!!&lt;br /&gt;seesh. Movie Ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we went &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ROUND" target="_blank"&gt;round&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Basically Merayap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought sum &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; at Montiph.&lt;br /&gt;I had to resist.&lt;br /&gt;If not wouldnt have enough money left&lt;br /&gt;xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. they brought me go Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;To eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought; how classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not used to eating at these kinda places.&lt;br /&gt;1. Kedai kopi/ Kopitiam/ food Court.&lt;br /&gt;2.Fast Food restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the delifrance occasion.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to TM and ate clamchowder&lt;br /&gt;at Long john Silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lyana Belanje mEe.&lt;br /&gt;How nice xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and stuff and&lt;br /&gt;They start to imagine our future&lt;br /&gt;so called boyfrens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By creating these guys on how they'd look&lt;br /&gt;standing beside u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was quite kewl actually.&lt;br /&gt;Would not be so tall. But quite built.&lt;br /&gt;Would always wera jeans and bagg shirt.&lt;br /&gt;[heheh]&lt;br /&gt;Wud sumtyms wear cap. SUMTYMS.&lt;br /&gt;Tanened. But look like &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MAT" target="_blank"&gt;mat&lt;/a&gt; with intellectual&lt;br /&gt;abilities. as in his clever arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai one. Created my me and Ly.&lt;br /&gt;Tall and Lanky.&lt;br /&gt;Veh Fair.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=RUNNER" target="_blank"&gt;runner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then mai will be there cheerleading for him. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Must be a gentle man.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ly's one was the worsest.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to create.&lt;br /&gt;First One: the malay one&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around her height.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy attitude.&lt;br /&gt;normal stream.&lt;br /&gt;Dark skined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAIR" target="_blank"&gt;hair&lt;/a&gt; spiked towards the middle.&lt;br /&gt;kinda like a moehog except not so hight arhx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second One: the chinese one&lt;br /&gt;this is wayy better for her.&lt;br /&gt;those jap looking type. quite built&lt;br /&gt;not that tall. wears khakis or board &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHORTS" target="_blank"&gt;shorts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baggy top. normal cap NOT &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MESH" target="_blank"&gt;mesh&lt;/a&gt; ones.&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FRINGE" target="_blank"&gt;fringe&lt;/a&gt; 'appearing' when wear cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Bootiful Far-fetched dreams//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a couple of neos.&lt;br /&gt;Farnie ones. check out sum of em'&lt;br /&gt;at my frenster acc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on the net for tooooo LonGg&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stay rawking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111572689621294281?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111572689621294281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111572689621294281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111572689621294281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111572689621294281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111572689621294281' title='Exams Over!'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111521492214467669</id><published>2005-05-04T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T06:55:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisarah!! i am not wee -erd.&lt;br /&gt;If i am You dont have to shoo people&lt;br /&gt;away form YOUr blog into mine..... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whiny*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoii. I like this skin okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;its totallie collage.&lt;br /&gt;pieces from here and there.&lt;br /&gt;heeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;u can copy stuff like pics. yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got the code for that.&lt;br /&gt;actually it came with the template readi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when u right clik my page, it will vibrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta stardieee. ciao people//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x]]]]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111521492214467669?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111521492214467669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111521492214467669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111521492214467669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111521492214467669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111521492214467669' title=''/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111504011503465860</id><published>2005-05-02T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T07:07:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unreasonability</title><content type='html'>aiyo people&lt;br /&gt;haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back from KL at about 6.3pm&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn tired siah. but still have homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCIENCE" target="_blank"&gt;SCIENCE&lt;/a&gt; summore.&lt;br /&gt;aiyohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FUN" target="_blank"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;. basically cos&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FAMILY" target="_blank"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive up to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually take coach mah.&lt;br /&gt;it was aight.&lt;br /&gt;kinda BORING.&lt;br /&gt;but yar. at least went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, didnt get to watch desperate housewives&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn hard to wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had a few lessons. English period was tough.&lt;br /&gt;teacher went 'ballistic' and didnt want to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda hard to blame on her.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we werent good anough.&lt;br /&gt;not disciplned enough.&lt;br /&gt;we fidgit se scold.&lt;br /&gt;say it distracts her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix. expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she really seriously nice.&lt;br /&gt;she's understandin.&lt;br /&gt;cos she would scold one minute,&lt;br /&gt;the next she's joking round.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt bear grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i find her 'irritatedness' can&lt;br /&gt;be kinda unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough bout that.&lt;br /&gt;after school, had to stay back for IPW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;THE TEACHER SERIOUSLY SARCASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say sarcastic,&lt;br /&gt;i mena not the laughable kind.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmate cried because of the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really 'witness' the situation&lt;br /&gt;even though i was in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was busy setting up the computer&lt;br /&gt;for my group's presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i heard my classmate cried like sobbign andstuff.&lt;br /&gt;according to certain sources,&lt;br /&gt;the teacher embarrased my classmate terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over a bloody littel thing.&lt;br /&gt;HOW UNREASONABLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made my classmate SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;she's telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;bloody accept it larrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEEESSHHHH. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to canteen.&lt;br /&gt;jannah wrote the history pageant script readi,&lt;br /&gt;so iw as 'rehearsing' with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyana and mai and amira came.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading the script like a bubbly toddler.&lt;br /&gt;veh hish sqeaky kinda voice.&lt;br /&gt;basially crapping gain arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lyana wa like "the students supose to be what age group?"&lt;br /&gt;janah say," oh no, ni bukan any age group, this is HUSNA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say man. thankx siah jannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my talented words, ahem, ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP BEING UNREASONABLE.&lt;br /&gt;shessh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10029129-111504011503465860?l=whoshus-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/feeds/111504011503465860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10029129&amp;postID=111504011503465860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111504011503465860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10029129/posts/default/111504011503465860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoshus-.blogspot.com/index.html#111504011503465860' title='unreasonability'/><author><name>deepersecrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09457188229596554072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10029129.post-111452214417842386</id><published>2005-04-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T06:40:13.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
