<?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-14976308</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:49.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISMILERED :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976308.post-115494708647662895</id><published>2006-08-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T03:38:06.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know what babes??&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MY MUM DOESNT HAVE TO GO FOR SURGERY!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. the bad news? Or the bad thing? the bad effect?&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;strong&gt;She &lt;u&gt;doesnt want&lt;/u&gt; an operation.&lt;/strong&gt; Where got patients say they dont want surgery seh. It;s like. if you're supposed to go, you go. But my mum actually said this..&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;color:#990000;"&gt;"If I need to go for a surgery, make that after my daughter's olevel."&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;Omg, I was like -open jaws-. I dont know if that's a good or bad thing. I kinda scolded her for going against the doctor's advice. But she die die want it after my o's if she really has to. I was just.. speechless.&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 dont know what else to say. But this shows that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a mother's love cannot be compared for anything else&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;anything else&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, she just reached home cause it's no use keeping her in the hospital.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I feel relieved or bad? Because if anything happens, it's partly my fault.&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;My fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115494708647662895?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115494708647662895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115494708647662895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-what-babes-my-mum-doesnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976308.post-115461466150754982</id><published>2006-08-03T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:04:05.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE STORY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is going to be one hell of a long post. So you can just sit down &amp; close all other windows as i take you a ride on my life. I'd like more people to read this.&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;So, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE READ THIS POST&lt;/span&gt;. thankyou, I rally appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very long post. A very very long post.&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;MY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh, the gist of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for you curious souls, i swore to myself that i;d open up on on this blog as much as possible because i dont care what people say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mum has a cronic heart disease&lt;/strong&gt;. Incurable. Eversince she was born. But only showed the symptoms when she was 12 when she fell down. After that time, she couldnt walk much. She couldnt think much. She was hospitalised. In out in out. But that never &lt;strong&gt;stopped her fighting spirit&lt;/strong&gt;. She went on. &amp; on. She did well in o's but couldnt go jc because she was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was an angry young lady. She went on to pre-university where she excelled, but fell sick again on her last year. In out in out, all over again. She even had stroke went she was 19. Her left side is slightly limped. Her left hand cant move it's fingers. Her left leg is limp-ish. Because the right brain controls the left side of the body, she became less creative, less musical. Everything to do with right brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she dropped out. She didnt wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my grandfather stopped her from schooling altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all &amp;amp; all, my mum worked as a banker &amp; teacher. Part time, so that she could come and go anytime she wanted and could. I admire her for this. I swear those fucking spoilt brats probably shortened her life span, but she didnt give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's a smart smart woman. She always got top in every subject (haha so hanliang), but she cant continue school life anymore. It was taking a toll on her. I told you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;studying kills&lt;/span&gt;. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she married my dad, the famous JAIS. My dad was on the way to becoming a gangster, but he stopped himself and went sailing instead, cause that was the trend that time. Such a sheep, huh. He got into the top classes, got top five in the school from sec1-3. But eventually, bad influences pulled him down. Down. Down. Another reason why he went sailing was because of his mediocre O's result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god that my dad is one smart guy. You should read the essays he writes, the maths questions he solves. And one day, i found his studying schedule. It was organised!!! EVERYDAY (even at sec2), he studied 3hrs a day. And in btwn, he goes for optional classes with other classes. I admire him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They got married.(:&lt;/strong&gt; Marlinda &amp;amp; Jais. My dad still continued sailing. It was a good job at that time. But he had to travel for 4-6mths and then come back for 2-4mths, and go again. Good life? It was for him. To tell you the truth, &lt;strong&gt;he has gone to almost every country in the world&lt;/strong&gt;. Test him? Ask him about some country, he;ll tell you. My house used to be a mess with his souvenirs. Super antique souvenirs, but my mum asked him to give it away though. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988, my mum conceived &lt;strong&gt;TWINS!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl twins!!!&lt;/span&gt; Imagine their joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, knowing my mum;s condition, the doctors coaxed her to abort the baby cause it was gonna kill her. Either one twin, both twin or her dies. She didnt care. She was in love with the lump(s) on her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, but fortunately, she had a &lt;strong&gt;miscarriage&lt;/strong&gt;. She told me before. She felt like her stomach was a washing machine. It kept gurgling. And then one by one, the lumps dropped out of her vagina. She never teared when she told me. But i heard she cried and almost died of severe depression because of the miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saddest thing? &lt;em&gt;My dad was overseas at that time.&lt;/em&gt; He was at some ulu country, and they couldnt contact him. He only got the news a few days later. I dont know whether he cried or not, but he was very depressed at that time. First child. Make that, children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, along came NUR HIDAYAH JAIS, yours truly. hahaha(: And again, the doctors asked her to abort me. But she didnt, she wanted kids. Because she loved them. She had so so so much fighting spirit, i dont know how she did it. If normal mothers had to visit the doctor once a month, she had to do it 20 times more.&lt;em&gt; Her heart was weakening&lt;/em&gt;. "Your child or you." She didnt care. &lt;strong&gt;She prayed. She believed. She fighted&lt;/strong&gt;. My dad stopped working as a sailor and found odd jobs in singapore. With a not-so-good olevel cert, he couldnt go far. He worked as anything, just to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;make things happen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was born! (:&lt;/span&gt; I was a good kid. I was normal. Came out of the vagina with no complications. I was cute. I was PINK. hahahaha. I was so normal. haha. I nearly got anaemia, but i didnt. nyeahah miracle baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had difficulty finding a job becaus of two reasons. One, his poor certificates. Two, he didnt have any experience with land jobs. But he worked on what he knew his last asset was.. muscles. He carried stuffs. I really dont know what he did. But he did something.. His veins are popping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, came another child. No, not jamal. Another guy/girl. It got &lt;strong&gt;miscarriaged only two months&lt;/strong&gt; after conceiving. TWO MONTHS. Imagine her agony. You don't even know whether it was a boy or girl. At least my parents thought of a name for the twin girls. My parents never told me, until one day my grandmother told me about it. He/she doesnt even have a grave. For your info, my mum has &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; gone to my twin sisters' grave because it is sooo tiny and depressing, she'd kill herself if she looks at it. So, needless to say, i;ve never looked at them. Much less, my younger twomonth-miscarriaged sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, came &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JAMAL&lt;/span&gt;. The ugly gigantic freak. He was like damn damn dam damn damn damnnnn cute was he was small, i swear. Cuter than me (I admit). But now he's no longer cute. Growing hair on legs already. ahahaha gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was an idiot. He was a &lt;strong&gt;breech baby&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine the complication!! The doctors couldnt cut open my mum's stomach because she would have more complications with her heart, and both would die :S So anyways, his legs came out first. Then the hands. His heads were still hanging in there, probably suffocating. Now I know why he can hold his breath the longest. hahaha. He suffocated in my mum's thingy still while his body was hanging outside, swaying. Haha, i was laughing when they told me this. But nevertheless, he became cuter than me. But still, guys are disgusting. He was hyper-ed. Dont know what happened, probably used up all his energy when he was young. haha. Teenagers these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in pasiris. But later shifted to tampines (cadence's block!). Mine was a cute three-room flat. I remembered the kitchen was bigger than anything else. Who the hell sits at the kitchen right? Stupid architects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother &amp; me slept on bunk beds from 5-10yrs old. We used to alwyas switch places; top &amp; bottom. I remembered my cousins would come over and jump jump jump. Hahaha we were proud of our beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my dad was alwyas stressed out. (Still odd jobs) We were beaten up as kids. I'm not calling it abuse, so &lt;u&gt;please dont misunderstand&lt;/u&gt; and think my dad is Incredible Hulk, because he's not. However, whatever, we never got different treatment. It was alwyas equal. &lt;strong&gt;My mum was a great lover&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear. I admire her. She really wanted kids (and a husband, ofcourse). and when she did, she took care of them like gems. But still, being the eldest, I was alwyas picked on. dooda. But i'm not complaining. It taught me to be tough &amp;amp; alwyas speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother &amp; I got too old for each other. We couldnt share rooms anymore see. Cause it;s just wrong. So we shifted to pasiris! when it was june p4 for me. Another cute yet spacious four-room flat. I changed school, so did my brother. It was quite fun lah. I was still innocent.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this tough, tomboyish girl. And we were both tomboyish together although I dont like girls at all. Haha, dont know abt her. I was guy-ish, I swear. But that was end of p4 and p5. After that, my new bestfriend &amp; I started some lame "Sisters of Destruction" crap. hahahaha! We laugh over it all the time. Such innocent, naive days. I think I was evil lastime. Bullied shaun. Bullied lutfi too i think. But hey, we got bullied too. And those guys who act tough, are my brother's friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But primary school was fun. Noone cared about anything. I atill remember my PE teacher used to say, "Guys wear underwear so that their balls dont jingle, and girls wear bra to stop their balls from jingling too. Haha jingling." &amp;amp; jingled his keys. We were primary four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went&lt;strong&gt; in out in out&lt;/strong&gt; of hospital. It became my &lt;strong&gt;2nd home&lt;/strong&gt; already. I knew every part of the hospital. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Singapore General Hospital&lt;/span&gt;. Just ask me where the toilet, lift, staircase, wards, shops, canteen are, &amp; I'll tell you. I had too much time to run, play &amp;amp; walk around. And that was all when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, my dad got a stable job. He got promoted fast. He worked in some island, something to do with oil refinery. So, a lot lot of sea experience is appreciated. He was very proud. But as time passes by, Singapore gets more sadistic too. They increase hospital bills. 1/4 of my dad's salary goes for stupid cpf, the &lt;u&gt;half &lt;em&gt;of the remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; were for my mum's hospital bills, excluding checkups. Can you imagine our financial crisis. Yet, he never told us. but i knew all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i told 4V and 4S, my dad would skip meals just so that he can give me that few bucks for pocket money. I was a slut. I was unappreciative. I'm a bitch. So, my mum's hospital bills bring down the whole financial thing. We could have gone for holidays every year, bought a car, if she didnt have such things. But then again, if my mum didnt have these medical problems, we would be a rich family. Imagine that. Haha cool eh, and many siblings! Okay okay continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is alwyas too nice. He once lent his fucking friend money, about 4000 plus, because he said he had family problems. You know what he did? He fucking gambled away the money, and brought his fucking family to fucking holiday. And then he;d say sorry, and ask for more, promising to return. But he never did. He disappeared. Oh yah! I saw his daughter the other day. She's in Millenia Institute. Junji if you;re reading this, this is the reason why im not going there anymore. I would stalk and burn her dad if i go to that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in primary six, my mum went for her &lt;strong&gt;6th HEART OPERATION&lt;/strong&gt; (people die at their 3rd). All her operations involved &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;taking the heart out and replacing it with another valve&lt;/span&gt;. A mitral valve (bio kids know this). Imagine.. She nearly died. But a miracle happened. Noone in singapore has ever lived through a 6th HEART operation. My brother &amp; me were featured when we were born as miracle babies. haha so cute right! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived through secondary school. I dont know why I was alwyas so cheerful. I thought there was alwyas something wrong with me. Whothehell gets cheerful with a cronically sick mum at home. But my mum refused to be known as that. she lived as a normal mum would. But she doesnt wash the clothes and go to the market. Because she may fall over if she hangs the clothes, or she may die of heavy plastic bags for going grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad &amp;amp; I used to alwyas go to the market together. Because he loved the attention the chinese nyonya market people would give me. heh :p So, my dad would work from day to night day to night, and do this chore called wash clothes. My mum gets depressed because she feels useless, but she gets over it after my dad assures her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secone, a year after she had her 6th heart operation, she had her 7TH. &lt;strong&gt;7TH HEART OPERATION&lt;/strong&gt;. Fucking imagine. I really thought she was gonna die. But she didnt. Another miracle sia :D I cried outside the operating theatre. Cried nonstop. My lovable cousins took me to this prata shop near the hospital and bought me every prata flavour just so that i could eat. I finally felt happier. But the hospital, was depressing. I still remember how the outside of the operating theatre looks like. It was the 2nd level. I would sit at the staircase with my 2.5yr old cousin, crying. He would alwyas make me smile. The operation was 35hrs, I swear. My uncles sent my home from one time to another. 35hrs is no joke okay. Eventually, she lived through.(: Thank god. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told anyone before. The only thing I tell people is "oh, she's just sick." And the furthest I went was "heart stuffs." I never told anyone when she was warded. I alwyas pretend to go home first, but i would go there, even from sec1-4. Bet nobody knew. This is the first time i told people about myself. I was living through a silent battle. &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 truth is, this emotional (&amp; distance) torment is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that emotional lastday of motivational camp, I also shared this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one night, my dad &amp;amp; I had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;physical fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with each other. (I missed the physical part out because im afraid ya;ll would think he;s abusive) Obviously a man would be stronger than a girl. My mother &amp; brother were speechless. My brother was about to come and pull us apart. But i screamed something stupid. Really stupid.&lt;strong&gt; "I hate you!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; How stupid could i get. He merajok-ed and stopped. He freeezed. "If you're not happy, just get out of this house ah!" I said, "okay." Stupid right? I just ran out. I would have called ayu or rahmat if anything happened. It was 12am plus already, on sunday night. I was walking aimlessly. And then my mum called relentlessly, i picked up. I was scared to go home. She nearly cried on the phone. I've seen her when my brother doesnt come home. She would stay up all night. And it kills me to know that. Eventually, I gave in and went home. I went straight to my room. I was out before that (Pirate of the caribbeans / stpat's fiesta day) and didnt even get to eat or bathe. I went school on monday only because i was scared to face my dad if i didnt go school. I havent talked to him since then until yesterday. Motivational camp. I said sorry. And said I Love You for the first time. But I have never seen my father cry. I think fathers are just tearless. They dont cry. Never seen him. Hopefully I dont have to see him that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today i visited my mum&lt;/strong&gt; after three days of not seeing her. Because she got warded on the first day of motivational camp. &lt;em&gt;How motivating&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard some very unpleasant stuffs about the whole stupid results of the tests. &lt;strong&gt;The doctors are holding this conference where they're deciding what the next step is&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;8th heart operation doesnt sound pretty at all.&lt;/span&gt; at all. My grandmother and my elder cousins were there. My grandmother is a very strong woman. She kept saying stuffs to my brother &amp;amp; me. So much that we forgot. Sometimes I wonder, we go the hospital so often, dont we realise that life &amp; death is so near? We don;t. We get too used to it. "Hospital? Oh okay lorrrrrr. Go there, sit sit, read newspaper, talk talk, go home." The whole process drains the shit out of my dad, brother &amp; I. We've done it so many times, we get sick of it. And the journey there takes 1hr20mins. Imagine back&amp;amp;forth. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The repeated emotional drainage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;But after the whole process, I hug my mum, I kiss her. And &lt;em&gt;tears stream down&lt;/em&gt;. And that is even before I speak. I'm a person in denial. I think that everything is okay. But when such instances take place, I let everything go. &amp; it feels better. I swear. On the way home, I reflect, and think.. "this is all worth it. because I love her." I admit, I am an emotional girl.&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;But I still am &lt;strong&gt;optimistic&lt;/strong&gt;, because I know eventhough I've been a bitch to my mum, I've loved her a lot. &amp;amp; she knows it. That;'s the best thing I could ever hope. To tell you truth, I;d rather her rest in peace than continue suffering in this cruel cruel world. I would leave it all to God. Because whatever happens, I know it;'s for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm still the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy &amp;amp; cheerful hidayah&lt;/span&gt; in school! See ya guys. I'm gonna try stop blogging (eventhough i love blogging a lot) for a long time.&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;It's the 4th of august, friday, 12.43am. But I'll just imagine it's 3rdaugust, thursday, 11.59pm. But still, on this 4thaugust, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, Rahmat. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nur Hidayah Jais.&lt;br /&gt;3rd august'06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115461466150754982?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115461466150754982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115461466150754982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115461466150754982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115461466150754982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-life-story.html' title='MY LIFE STORY.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115425452888640789</id><published>2006-07-30T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:15:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sohweijie's email</title><content type='html'>THIS IS SO FUNNNNYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARYANNE JUST GAVE ME&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SOHWEIJIE'S EMAIL&lt;/span&gt; :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to not forget, I added him on MSN Messenger. &amp; obviously, he doesnt have one. Sooooo, they sent him an email, probably promoting MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully hopefully hopefully, keep your fingers crossed, he downloads MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we could all spam him to shutup in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One less irritant in class.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and vikki telling me that. Sohweijie found gv's blog and printed it. And became so psycho-ly angry at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg, everything;s too funny. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115425452888640789?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115425452888640789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115425452888640789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/sohweijies-email_30.html' title='sohweijie&apos;s email'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976308.post-115422956850092648</id><published>2006-07-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:01:54.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guohao'sbirthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TAG REPLIES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cadence- Maths was the hilariousest thing sia :D Hahaha he wont find my blog lah. I want his email though :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gixxer- yup, was you. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zameer- HAHA we're menawan!! I purposely put the unglam one. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fors- stupid stupid swj. this whole tagboard is full of his name. eew ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog layout appears soooo tiny on aisya's comp!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a blast :D Okay, kind of. It was lah. Because it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;guohao's celebration day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of lessons at school in the morning. (that wasn't a blast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syl, bennyteo &amp; me got him a set of coloured pens. (which ais&amp;amp;me can kope for the Motivational camp :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt eat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costed much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guohao wanted to pay for everything. He waned to blanja us all. Su was so happy. hahaha. But nolah, very poor thing right. It was like $93 for 12 people including him. Syl, bennyteo, darren, raihan, welsonn, aisya, naf, su, hisham, cadence, me. &amp; ofcourse, GUOHAO too :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, syl, cad &amp; me disappeared and rented &lt;strong&gt;House Of Wax&lt;/strong&gt; from Video Ezy. &amp;amp; bought a &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Truffle cake&lt;/strong&gt;, a huge one :D as they made their way to ais' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to ais' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lighted the cake outside ais' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ais carried the cake. The moment we opened the door, the candles went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing sing sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wached House of Wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat cake cake cake :D delicious-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed till 8plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at &lt;strong&gt;blk 168&lt;/strong&gt;. the coffeeshop near schoool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guohao, cad, syl, benny &amp; me. I PRATA-ed :D Cad had chicken nuggets. haha random. I think benny blanjaed me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cad &amp;amp; me took &lt;strong&gt;bus 12&lt;/strong&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for FOURTY MINUTES! fucking services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR BUSES CAME TOGETHER!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Super fucked up right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three out of four were full. We took the uncrowded one. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the bus, syl,benny&amp;guohao were home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slept at 12am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exhausted to the max :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My writing/blogging skills has gone down the drain&lt;/u&gt;. Because now, I think it's boring lah the way i type. geee kentot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My auntie's not replying whether i should go to her place. So, Im not sure whether im free or not today. &lt;strong&gt;If i'm free, i shall &lt;u&gt;attempt&lt;/u&gt; to study.&lt;/strong&gt; But most of the time, end up using the comp or watching tv or sleeping or reading Readers' Digest till i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;rot to death&lt;/span&gt;. I dont even have a book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; twice for the past weekend. It was a superb show!! I loved it :D hahahahahahaha. &lt;strong&gt;4stars(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House Of Wax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday was gory. &lt;em&gt;The plot sucked &lt;/em&gt;lah. But the gore part was wahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine getting waxed alive. ALIVE. You're still alive even after getting waxed. And when I scrape your wax away, your whole skin comes out. Still blooody. Fresh blood. You cant even scream or move. Just let the tears flow. Flow freeely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, paris hilton didnt get waxed. wasted. Btw, I give it 3stars. geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, from &lt;strong&gt;monday-wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOTIVATIONAL CAMP&lt;/span&gt; dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys :D Hopefully it's gonna work for me. I need all the motivation in the world man. But then again, all motivation comes from your heart. Heart. &lt;em&gt;From within&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeaahhh heh heh. No studying lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring jacket. &amp; cushion (PILLOWS!!!) people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Haagen Daaz should have funkier, hotter &amp;amp; more fun ways to afvertise their superbly delicious nice nice nice nice icecreams! :D Ben&amp;jerry's won amongst the crowd because of the cool stuffs they put in their icecreams. &amp;amp; the names are coool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun&amp;funky icecream: Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic&amp; icecream: Haagen Daaz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; craving&lt;/span&gt; for:&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;Famous Amos.&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;Burger King.&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;Chocolate cakes.&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;Ben&amp;amp;jerry's.&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;Bubble Tea.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm neither pregnant nor depressed. Please someone, &lt;strong&gt;surprise me&lt;/strong&gt;.&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;Duh, noone.&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/14976308-115422956850092648?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115422956850092648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115422956850092648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115422956850092648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115422956850092648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/guohaosbirthday.html' title='guohao&apos;sbirthday'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115409052843264880</id><published>2006-07-28T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:42:08.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My previous post is like the boringest piece of shit &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm gonna bathe now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, he didnt go schoool today. awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115409052843264880?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115409052843264880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115409052843264880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115409052843264880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115409052843264880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-previous-post-is-like-boringest_28.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115408191403494982</id><published>2006-07-28T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T04:55:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days of non-onlineness&lt;/strong&gt; makes me feel weird. Hahaha cause i'll just spend the time sitting in my room making some stupid and stoning business until it's time to watch my fave shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose my tv shows to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any others. All other other shows are dumb. esp local tv shows like Abc Dj &amp; Maggie mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What nots. All nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring para. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time in lala years, we're going out for lunch &amp;amp; bubbletea-ing again!! Corne, mish &amp; me. &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;All fun's been lost with smt. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fucked-up smt&lt;/span&gt;. loser smt. I admit it's good. But they started it since the starting of this year. Noone feels the effect anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Effect's all been lost&lt;/strong&gt;. You get soooooo exhausted, you just wish time extends to 40hrs a day. Just sleep &amp;amp; sleep &amp; sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Soh weijie stomped out of class today. &lt;em&gt;yahooo!&lt;/em&gt; hahahaha. Because apparently it was &lt;strong&gt;42 people against 1&lt;/strong&gt;. We were all like rolling eyes, screaming, shouting and scolding him for being a jerk and irritant and class-spoiler. A pest. Big fucking pest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; before that, in maths classs. I sacrificed my tiny eraser so that aisya can aim it to his head. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it didnt hit his head. Hit his shoulders though. He turned so swiftly that i could imagine the swiiiissssshhh-ish sound. hahaha! He was looking angrified &amp; all. I swear we were at the verge of hysteria. &lt;strong&gt;Laughing hysterically :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. He's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mentally retarded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As in really, truly, seriously. Not just saying to spike him. So, I still forgive him. But he should just shut up. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna celebrate guohao's birthday tomorrow.(: His birthday was on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think girlfriends/boyfriends get the best presents ever. Seriously. I'm not materialistic, but don't you get jealous sometimes? It'll be like some super huge huge thingy. Handmade, bought, LOADS OF IT. You name it. It's just so sincere, you feel the love. But of course, friends give the best presents tooo. It's all so bimb &amp;amp; fun, you feel like hugging them each time you look at it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Gosh. Next time, be a _ _ girl. Grab any guy/girl just bfore your birthday. Esp a rich one. &amp; just dump him after that. HAAAHHHHH. quite normal for some, ain't it?&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aight. Eye candies. &amp;amp; who I really like. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115408191403494982?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115408191403494982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115408191403494982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115408191403494982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115408191403494982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-days-of-non-onlineness-makes-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115382316718007076</id><published>2006-07-25T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:26:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just updated the links&lt;/strong&gt; on my blog. Or &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; anyways. Deleted those closed-down ones or edited those that changed their blog addresses. hahaha okay.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OHHHHH-KAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY. (the hard gay way)&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;I FOUND &lt;strong&gt;FIFTEEN $2-NOTES&lt;/strong&gt; JUST OUTSIDE TEMASEK PRIMARY SCHOOOL!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually it was beside the playground near temasek primary school.&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;Omg. that'a freaking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;vwhgfrhgahahahaha,&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;Eh im happy okay. I know you;re thinking $30 isn't much. But I;m not a lucky girl. I dont find stuffs like these. While other people find branded phones or wallets with blue note(s), I find nothing. Nothing at all. So, today's the first!! fwghrgahahahaha excited.&lt;br /&gt;&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;Mishh &amp; me were walking to that 12 bustop, and talking talking. Then suddenly, i stopped on my tracks &amp;amp; saw a wad of notes on the pathway. &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;My eyes widened.&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;My heart beat faster.&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;MONEYYYYYYYYY!!! HAHAHA. Okay dont get me wrong, I'm not materalistic. I even hate shopping. But omg, it was so exciting. &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;Mish &amp; me laugh and laughed and laughed and laughed while picking up the money.&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;We split the money lah. &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;Before that, we went 7-11 to buy a drink, and donated $0.40 change to charity, saying thanks to the guy who blessed us.(: yay.&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;But still, we had $14 each!!! :DDD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you know what? I thought we were on some kinda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality Show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which potrayed how kids these days do not have integrity. because almost everyone at the playground were looking at us. Anyways, we cant possibly go to the police with a mere $30 right?&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;So there's that.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm happy, you're happy, everyone's happy! Especially &lt;strong&gt;mish&amp;amp;me&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115382316718007076?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115382316718007076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115382316718007076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115382316718007076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115382316718007076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/found-money.html' title='found money!'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115374563761327891</id><published>2006-07-24T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T06:10:15.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, most of the time, I say something without thinking &amp; spout rubbish all over. I'm sorry if i ever did that to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Aisya &amp;amp; me are investing in a group/clump of &lt;strong&gt;colour pens&lt;/strong&gt; for ourselves to use for the rest of the yr. &amp; we'll divide accordingly when we have to part from each other at the end of the year.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides the fact that loads or ridhwan's classmates are reading my blog, my classmates are making fun of me. haha but it;s hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringed at the greenplate stall when danial went all like, "ehh ehh hidayah, ridhwan ridhwan. muscle man. push upppsss. heh hehhhh." I nearly died. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do not judge a book by it;s cover&lt;/span&gt;. Haha so cliche seh. Anyways, I think he;s nice underneath all the tough (and flirty) attitude. hahaha. Sincere or not, is another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. AISYA'S BECOMING A KC GIRLLLLL. She's wearing one of those &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hairbands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and tying her hair likethat. even if her hair's always been tied likethat. but ohmygod, the whole ensemble is geeeee. &amp; gosh, she looks like one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, HAHAHA. She forgot to bring her malay book today ah. so she borrowed from one of the Visiting Schools students' pile of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First page : Angela BLAHBLAH, Katong Convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so loud, cikgu got our joke. &amp;amp; couldnt help grinning along. It's a universal girl (from co-ed schools) thing. Understanding one another. GRWFRAAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me search for the photo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/IMG_7898.JPG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/IMG_7898.JPG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Racial Harmony Day. Seeeee, I told you. 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;&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 shall post racial harmony photos soon.(:&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know what? this post is so mundane &amp;amp; boring. -rolls eyes.-&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;HAHA! rolling of eyes is soooooooooooooo one-of-those-girls. FRHGWAHGFRAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115374563761327891?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115374563761327891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115374563761327891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115374563761327891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115374563761327891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-most-of-time-i-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115363237548464569</id><published>2006-07-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:50:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently ivan is screaming at me (online) that i cheated him of the 5stars i gave Pirates of the Caribbean. hahaha -.- Actually it's a matter or perspectives? LOL. Okay, maybe the plot is slightly dumb. &amp; the ending quite sucks. And i admit thae rating was the &lt;strong&gt;Heat of the Moment&lt;/strong&gt;. "A moment of folly, a lifetime of regret." HAHAHA. But hey, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;perspectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah. I hate fucked-up attitude guys. Gee, who doesnt. But guys are worse than girls. Cause they always pretend to be nice after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOODLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was yet another random day. I thought i wouldnt go out lahh. Stayed home, almost rotting. till 6 when meroy called out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a whole load of rubbish and boredom if i blabber on about what happened and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &amp;amp; all, I've been eating &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; as my proteins source since thursday till today. My mum cooked dishes encircling chicken, yesterday also meroy bought a whole load of chickens n chicken satays &amp; that purple-plate stall at school has been selling those huge huge chickens with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe naz &amp;amp; farah would be happy that I'm gonna start having babats like them. yay. Okay, take back what i say. HAHA. I keep telling them i DO have babats, but they dont wanna believe. Okay, good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noone's complaining, because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE CHICKEN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, &lt;strong&gt;my dream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that there was a group of people with me doing some kinda lego sculpture at PLAZA SINGAPURA. (So chocolate day montage..) We competed with other groups. After making the huge huge sculpture, we were supposed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save a bunch of kids &amp; a teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at some shop in plaza singapura called &lt;strong&gt;"Cut the chilli crab."&lt;/strong&gt; whathehell! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, for three days &amp;amp; three nights, we made the sculpture. We were the fourth out of the 10 groups. But none of the groups knew where the shop was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY, I suggested the 7th level of plaza singapura. SEVENTH. haha. We all couldnt use the lifts &amp; the escalators were still. So we had to climb the still escalators.. It took damn long.. all the way to the 6th floor. But there weren't any stairs or escalators to the 7th floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we saw a string. But it was rafia string which was all fray. So one of my guy grpmembers took the tens of benches there and stacked it up. THE WIND BLEW AND THE BENCHES ALL DROPPED TO THE FIRST FLOOR. HAHAHA. Whathehell! Where did the wind come from sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I went to the toilet to WASH MY HAIR, and saw some emergency room leading to the 7th floor. It was a slide, &amp;amp; we had to climb the slide. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we reached "Cut the chilli crab" and it was a door leading to the roof! And then, we all saw the kids and a teacher. Guess who was amongst the kids?? HAKIMBO! HAHA. He's gonna die reading this. heh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like "we were gonna die if you didnt come an hour earlier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the kids and my groupmembers went to this bridge where there was a river. 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;As they all crossed it, the centre of the bridge sagged into the water. And there were dolphins jumping over them. Omg, it was hilarious. But.. &lt;strong&gt;several kids were eaten by the dolphins&lt;/strong&gt;. EATEN! hahahaha.&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;Hakim &amp; me backed out. We took the teacher's scarf (there were two) &amp;amp; parachuted from the 7th floor to the 1st floor, in plaza singapura. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then, we appeared in bus 12 in the morning in school uniform where there were dolphins, only dolphins. They started speaking in this weird language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then! &lt;strong&gt;HAKIM TURNED INTO A DOLPHIN&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; I WOKE UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg. My imagination's killing me :D&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;ps. I love you mishhh. &amp;amp; be now, you'll be happy! WISH YOU THE BEST OF THE BEST :D hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115363237548464569?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115363237548464569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115363237548464569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115363237548464569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115363237548464569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/apparently-ivan-is-screaming-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115348482382023815</id><published>2006-07-21T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T05:54:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week has been another crazy crazy tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCHOOL IS SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME.&lt;/span&gt; Actually us all. All of students. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hoho, we cant complain, can we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's been crazy still. &amp; in my dictionary, "CRAZY" is a good thing. Except maybe soweijie =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST &amp;amp; FORMOST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THOSAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or tosei or thosei or tosai, however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sour. It was not hot. The potatoes were all there, scrunched up together. (Okay, the last one is an exaggeration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. The papadom (crackers) rock, together with the curry. Eventhough the curry's a bit too sweet. &lt;em&gt;Sweet sweet curry&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Eating on banana leaves at the hall floors with our hands isn't a really bad thing. It was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all part of Racial Harmony. Hahaha, so much for harmony when everyone was ignoring the singing Ashwin. HAHA! For those non-secfours, for your info, ASHWIN SANG ALONG TO SOME TAMIL SONG ON THE MIKE &amp;amp; NOBODY LISTENED TO HIM. MWUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &amp;amp; &amp;!! Sohweijie was being crazy, &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;. We pushed his bag all the way to the back. Maryanne even screamed "EE! EEEE! EEE!!!!" when the bag was shoved to her side. hahahaha. Oh he even gobbled down 4i's extra thosai meals. I think he ate about FIVE PLATES. That's whack. He just folded the thosai pancake and stuffed it in his mouth, together with the curry &amp;amp; chutney &amp; papadom. GRWAHAHA funny eh. He nearly jumped when I said "wahlaoo." HAHAHAHA aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SECONDLY&lt;/span&gt;, the reason why I go school on friday eventhough it's a super redundant day is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soo random. But ridhwan was looking hot doing those pushups. wahahahahahaahahaha. He did it with one hand okayy?? ONE HAND. And he could even laugh &amp;amp; joke while doing it. He's well-known for his muscularness (besides joash). Haha secretly proud of him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I was pretty much distracted lah. Because we were playing soccer at the basketball court. &amp; the goalpost was that tiny space in btwn the basket poles. IMAGINE HOW SMALL. I was just standing there. Stupid danial failed to undistract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha digression. Aight, &lt;strong&gt;PE ROCKED&lt;/strong&gt;. as usual :D No biasness, everybody goes together. Maybe except those taitai people in our class. Gee, for once, please let go of each other. But oh well. It rocked. The guys &amp;amp; girls were all going crazy. hahaha. Someday, I'd wish to have maryanne with the girls. wahaha it;'ll be cute. She;ll probably kick the ball to everybody. Or better still, we'll ask sohweijie to play, &amp; then we can torture him. nyeahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm superbly evil. But I wish he gets beaten up by some group of ahbengs or something &amp; learn his lesson to not be irritating &amp;amp; act as if he owns the class. Geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay shutup, hidayah. I believe in karma :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIRDLY&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. This is no fun crazy thing. It was the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;english oral prelimns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It;s gonna be damn boring if I tell you about my experience.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll place the Conversation questions here for you lalafreaks to ponder over &amp; imagine how I would answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is one thing you really wished you had told someone?" AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How far do you agree that Singaporeans take their lifestyles for granted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&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;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;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;OKAYLAH&lt;/span&gt;. That;s all that happened these two days. That's about the outline of it. fwahaha.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways. Don't think I'm going out this weekends. But then again, hey hey, I may just go out if someone suddenly asks especially when I'm bored.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was telling mish that I should find a scandal or some guy to date only on weekends. HAHA. Hey, life can be boring sometimes know. Now, as of now, all my close friends (except corne &amp; ruiqi &amp;amp; ayu) has their own guy/girl. at least ,at least someone. hohoho. I'm not complaining, I swear. &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;But it;ll be great to just go out. Haha &lt;strong&gt;male company&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL, no intentions to get attached. In the meantime, I should just keep distracting myself with ridhwan during PE, or just imagine rahmat's talkative flirty soul. HAHAHAHAHA.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont know why. But i'm more open or tend to just let everything out in my blog. gee.&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/14976308-115348482382023815?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115348482382023815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115348482382023815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115348482382023815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115348482382023815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-week-has-been-another-crazy-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115330437983328525</id><published>2006-07-19T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:54:04.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay hakim. I'M UPDATING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, your nick's HAKIMBO right? Farah &amp; me were wondering if it means HAKIM BIMBO or just a cute name called HAKIMBO. hahaha BO as the act cute part. wahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First &amp;amp; formost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; My weekend was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt; It's a super super super hot show. Hilarious, funny. &amp; of course my favourite eye candy, &lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY DEPP :D&lt;/strong&gt; He's like the hottest papa in the world man. I wish I could at least see, smell, taste, touch or hear him live. Planting kisses on bustop boards or movie advertisements aren't exactly that nice, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Okay. The show. It was great!! Giving it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 out of 5 stars&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Because it was the best. 2nd's xmen (: It's so so so nice. &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; If you havent caught the show, you should bite your finger right now.&lt;/em&gt; Go bite! bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, there was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baybeats!&lt;/span&gt; gryaahaha. Hey, first times are always cool okay. So I was pretty much very &lt;strong&gt;pumped up &amp; hyper&lt;/strong&gt;. It kinds of pulls me away from wtv negative, bad, emo thoughts i was having for the whole of lastweek. I went for the saturday one. Went with my ex-primary friend. Met ayu there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moshing thing was great. Yet again, first time. Some do it crazily, some do it coolishly, some do it stupidly, some simply dont care about anything. &amp;amp; that was the thing of it all. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hot, stuffy &amp; sweaty&lt;/span&gt;. But nothing beats releasing everything at such a place and situation. I swear I enjoyed myself.(: Millions of thanks to my bestfriend, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ayuuuu&lt;/span&gt;. She brought me to this whole world/thing. yay &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. Thirdly, not that it was completely a blast, but at plaza singapura (which was where I watched piratesofthecaribbean), there was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiesta In The City&lt;/span&gt;. Twe was supposed to play lastyr! but stupid ouyang rejected the offer from moe. bitch. Aight anyways, this yr it's two places Botanic Gardens the week bfore. &amp;amp; then Plaza Singapura lastweek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn;'t a complete blast because that freak of the Sembawang won the Grooviest Band Award. To tell you the truth, they've been twe's nemesis. Okay, maybe their alumni. Because we used to call their drum major a cheap girl, "TENDOLLARS". Because she was wearing this cheap sluttish thing &amp; dancing like some cheaper than cheap pole dancer with no pole for balloon hat 2yrs ago. Still rmbr siak. BWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. Stpats sounded good for that matter. But anything lah ah. hahaha. &amp;amp; dumb dumb, the stage was outside Plaza Singapura, in the middle of nowehere. grwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. It kinda brings pretty memories because if you've been to Plaza singapura late at night &amp; even slept there, it's sweet to see it in broad daylight with so many people walking around. Still remember the toilet where they all washed their hair, the floor infront of Starhub where we slept, the travellator (flat escalator) where we rolled on. Was great siaaaaaa :D Hoho, everything's happening at Plaza Singapura. How wonderful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that was basically almost all that happened during the weekends! What a weekend sia :D unfortunately, there wont be anymore weekends like that to come. geee spoiler shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, so. Besides the wonderful &amp;amp; successful weekend i had, this week has been not bad either.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RACIAL HARMONY DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha &lt;strong&gt;the concert was the freaking most hilariousest thing ever&lt;/strong&gt; :DD heh. And and and,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; phototaking&lt;/span&gt; will alwyas be my favourite thing to do. wheee. CAM-WHORING. I dont know who came out with that word, but i saw it somewhere. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of maryanne for going out to model for our class. Sohweijie, I dont know what to say.. He obviously went out happily. hur hur. wonder where he got his costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I dont think 4N shouldnt have won as the whole class thing. Because somehow, 5A has more effort as a class to wear mostly indian &amp; they wore glamly. No offence to 4N aight? I loved yuanli! &amp;amp; zachary and weichoy is hilarious. Cross-dressing has never been better. But hey, congrats 4N.(: Oh yes, Kohan winning 2nd male? no no. I think fadz should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man. I sound like I'm promoting and siding 5A. HAHAHAH. aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna post the photos soon&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &amp;amp; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;an analogy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuriman is somehow like our darling Soh Wei Jie. (eeeew, not darling!) During the joint SMT justnow, nuriman kept cutting msyati to ask dumb inunderstandable questions. Familiar? Exactly like SWJ. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoool is fucking tiring man. Lethargic days. As the weeks go by, we're all dying. Energy consumption increased. I'm gonna blog either two days once or even longer than that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holeass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aight.&lt;/span&gt; Good evening, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: who wants to sponsor a lil bit for the camera im saving for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh, noone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115330437983328525?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115330437983328525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115330437983328525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115330437983328525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115330437983328525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-hakim.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115287607583455628</id><published>2006-07-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T04:21:15.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh uhhhm, this week around some wkday, &lt;strong&gt;I went to the wrong toilet.&lt;/strong&gt; &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;HAHAHAHAHA.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I basically went to the &lt;strong&gt;wrong gender toilet&lt;/strong&gt;. AT ROXY SQUARE. Yes, that ugly disgusting toilet. Omg. Zomg. Womg. Homg. Yomg. Grossss.&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;But the toilet didnt have any of those standing-guy-pee place. Haha. So i happily thought it was a women's toilet. Stupidly, there was a man there.&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;"Hey hey.. Uhhhm."&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;"Uhhh. Hey!"&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;"Youu.."&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;"YES??"&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;"YOU'RE IN THE WRONG TOILET."&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I screamed in his face.&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;Okay, I looked around and saw all men before screaming in his face. I was soooo embarassed. And all those women who saw me exit the toilet were gawking at me. Fucking malu okay. HAHAHA.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should have realised how disgusting it was. Guy's toilets are disgust. gee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115287607583455628?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115287607583455628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115287607583455628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115287607583455628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115287607583455628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-uhhhm-this-week-around-some-wkday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115287525038020224</id><published>2006-07-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T04:22:11.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everytime, the day after I've blogged about something so psycho, I'll say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorrry&lt;/span&gt;. forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School was great.&lt;/strong&gt; Because you get to meet your friends. Even if they irritate you till your brain feels like they are being sucked out, they are still friends. Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will stand by you no matter what. Friends will love you a lot. Friends will not let you live by yourself. Friends will not use you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. STOP IT, DAYAH. I'm starting to have this angsty notion all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nope, I'm fine. okay. happy.(: GLADDD. somehow so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoho, &lt;strong&gt;glosz is a fucking slut&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate him now. First, he cheated my feelings. "Nolah, no need audition at all. Don't worry, you;ll get in." Slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he kept scrutinizing and killing and slaughtering my section just now. What a slut. I only decided to visit band for a while, &amp; im seeing all these nightmare-ish stuffs. Wonder what he does when I'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as of now, to tell you the truth, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my section is the worst section&lt;/span&gt;. And come to think of it, we got the&lt;strong&gt; Best Section Award&lt;em&gt; just a year ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How sad ): From zero to hero. &amp;amp; back to being zero again. I hate juniors who give stupid reasons for not coming and not practising. JUST QUIT BAND LAH. bitches. And poor people get scolded &amp; humiliated &amp;amp; scrutinized like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cornet section so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like my batch, we were the worst section in the band. I swear. That was 3yrs ago. We were really bad. We all sucked. Our sl was at the verge of giving up. But after they graduated, we rised up to the occasion. &amp; did the best. And there, Best Section Award. I can cry thinking about how much shit we went through. Nevertheless, I believe in you guys now okay, darlings. &lt;3&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aight. I love friends.(: &amp;amp; just now was the first time I played my cornet again!! :D after 4mths. So long siak. I feel my lip muscles disintegrating &amp;amp; screaming at me to stop. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115287525038020224?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115287525038020224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115287525038020224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115287525038020224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115287525038020224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/everytime-day-after-ive-blogged-about.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115280868238802389</id><published>2006-07-14T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:38:02.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can never tell/know what the person is thinking about. Unsincerity/sincerity. Latter for, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115280868238802389?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115280868238802389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115280868238802389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115280868238802389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115280868238802389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-can-never-tellknow-what-person-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115280049628265571</id><published>2006-07-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:40:52.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my fourth fuck post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There;s so so so much hostility at home right now. My dad, mum &amp; brother. I dont know about my brother. Anyways today, after my mum went for the make-up parentmeetteacher thing today, it's been like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's screaming to me nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's just keeping quiet. Not talking to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where dinner is. Luckily ate dinner out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all scolding me eversince i stepped home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck lah okay. I really meant to do my malay hw. &amp;amp; that study physics today. But whathefuck. I'm not gonna make them think that i studied only because my teachers talked to my parents &amp; now they are screwing me upside down. I STUDY FOR MYSELF. I DO HOMEWORK FOR MYSELF. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck. See my status? Away? I'M REALLY AWAY. Busy? IM REALLY BUSY. But do parents realise this? fuck no. Teachers too. Fucking hell. I hand in my homework in time alr. Except for that last 2 karangans. It's no fair. Why only me? ONLY me. I hope cikgu chances upon this and sees this for herself. Not msyati though, she;ll give me hell. HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make matters worse, my teachers make it sound as if i;ve been like this since the day i was born. Fuck lah. &amp; about that not wanting to study crap, I was just joking. Now my parents think im gonna get pregnant with some stupid brainless mat or be with some sexy curvacious lesbian. fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dont believe i have no boyfriend. Of all people, between all my friends, I'm the only lala here who doesnt believe in love nomore. Love, like, infatuation, lust. Hell no. And even names like corne, russell, meroy, kekang, benny, rahmat sounds like my boyfriend. Okay rahmat was my exboyfriend. But still. What kinda parent think im a slut that way? SLUT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone has to make it worse by being inconsiderate like talking about the guy who broke my heart like crazy. Stop fucking talking about him. I still like him okay. So shutup. It doesnt help that you keep getting pissed with people. &amp;amp; you keep picking on them. And you just expect me to laugh it off. And yes, nobody sees me in my real mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sane person who i spend my whole sch life with is aisya &amp; mish. I spend a whole day with aisya. We laugh. Because she's not irritating &amp;amp; she doesnt test my patience. that;s why im happy when im out at school. And i go home with mish almost everyday. My life is better &amp; happier &amp;amp; smilier that way. Even people are making my blood boil. Don't you know the right time to joke, the right time to shut up and just let the person off. It's not funny sometimes. But you;'re my friends. And that matters. So i just smile &amp; laugh. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse teachers dont know the fucking condition of parents these days. I tell you, my mum is not normal. She wasnt those diabetic people who got it when they are older. she got since birth. I almost got fucking anaemia because of that. And i dont wanna act like some kinda sympathetic brat. But man, sometimes people can be so bustard about it. shut up okay. Noone's perfect like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the purpose of this blog has to be fucking teachers. They should have some kinda brain scanner. To scan my brain. See what im going through. Noone knows what goes on at home. Noone gets to alwyas buy phone, get mp3s, go shopping all the time, eat dinner at expensive retaurants all the time, go holidays whenever they want, ask for money whenever they want, have healthy mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you lah, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are judging me, go on. I dont know when i;ll ever blog again. Let this be some kinda parting post for my emotional problems for a while.&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;Sorry for all these people. I still love ya;ll. &amp; i'll be happy when im around people, especially friends. Since my family are looking down on me. I wonder what msyati &amp;amp; cikgu said to my mum. Fuck all.&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;strong&gt;I'll be okay when daylight meets me again. So dont look at me differently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my dad's screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115280049628265571?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115280049628265571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115280049628265571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115280049628265571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115280049628265571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuckfuckfuckkkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115270990539256452</id><published>2006-07-12T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T06:11:45.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck fuck fuck again. I was thinking. Lastyr they had over 60 students!!!! from band alone. inc the prelimns people though. But wtf. ALL the temasekians (except 2) were accepted lahhh. this year, only two. The luck is reversed. And we all feel like fuck. Russell &amp; benny are cursing like nonstop. We've turned on our vulgar mode.&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;Oh what the fuck.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aight aight. PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN OPENS TOMORROW. But im not watching tomorrow though. Classes, shitass. Watching on sunday i think.(: But hey, the drama mama would be over. But whathehell. &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg. My vulgar mode is really switched on. FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115270990539256452?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115270990539256452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115270990539256452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115270990539256452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115270990539256452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-fuck-fuck-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115270339420129440</id><published>2006-07-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:32:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuckity fuck fuck fucking hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 23098294372395864 times disappointed over sajc's rejection of my dsa entry. I am sooo disappointed right now. It's not the matter of schoool. But the matter of being rejected. Now i know how most guys feeel.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. It started with xiuli's (an sajc cornet girl) msg. OUT OF THE 30 APPLICANTS, ONLY 11 GOT THROUGH. AND OUT OF THIS 11, ONLY &lt;strong&gt;TWO &lt;/strong&gt;FROM TEMASEK. I am sooo whathefucked-ed. Kekang &amp; mish got in. I can only say congrats. Really happy for them(: Good for her that she's glad that the person she hates aint going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I sound like a freaking sore loser, I &lt;em&gt;am .&lt;/em&gt; Admit that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiuli &amp;amp; the sajc teacher's being all nice about it &amp; want to get us all other pathetic freaks through. So there's still that 1% chance. 1% is like fuck. But oh well, my luck has been bad eversince the start of 2006. I swear. But anyhoos thanks xiuli(: So anyways. It;ll be a miracle if i get accepted through dsa. If i dont, I'd rather... darn, i dontknow what to do. I feel so lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw, the bringing of p4 kids around Asian Civilisation Musuem was great! Only an hour to spend with them. They were really nice stuffs. VERYVERYVERY CUTE :D VERY NICE toooo. Aight, other groups with ALL boys nearly died. &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;Woohoo, hotpants &amp; longskirts :D&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate being rejected :((((((((((((((((( first time i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115270339420129440?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115270339420129440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115270339420129440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115270339420129440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115270339420129440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuckity-fuck-fuck-fucking-hell-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115262543491315390</id><published>2006-07-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:43:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoho &lt;s&gt;bitches&lt;/s&gt;darlings, &lt;strong&gt;Gelare &lt;/strong&gt;rocked mama's hot hot nehneh ass :D&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;YUM YUUUUUMMMMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115262543491315390?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115262543491315390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115262543491315390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115262543491315390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115262543491315390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoho-bitchesdarlings-gelare-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115262172718481491</id><published>2006-07-11T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:28:52.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuckfuckfuck. Ms yati called my mum to come down for Teacher-Meet-Parent. &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;For fucking's sake, my parents has never gone down for any teacher/principal-meet-parent(s) session. They're always too lazy. Unless something really bad happens, like a crime committed, then my mum/dad/both would come down, arghhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg omg. what is ms yati gonna say to my mum. If ms yati says really bad stuffs abt me, my mum would probably have to suffer a few days of heartache with me. &lt;b&gt;Literally&lt;/b&gt;. She'll feel those weird heart pains and all. She had it real bad when my brother was being an asshole. But now, it's all back to normal. Darn ass lah. I hope ms yati says some moderate things abt me. I hope she sees that I'm trying damn hard to study &amp; be attentive in class. Oh hoho. I'd rather I die than my mum die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us should live.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay aisya &amp;amp; me are gonna accompany a group of 15 p4 kids to the Asian Civilisation Museum for their heritage thingy or smthg. In other words, no smt! hah evil. But hey, i love kids :D p4 can be minimats and miniminahs. gosh yucks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to make worksheets for them. which we obviiously havent. Quizzing them. We slacked loads during &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; excursion. &amp; now, we;ll get lost there. lolol:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw. our group's beautiful website&lt;s&gt;blog&lt;/s&gt; was chosen for ALL the p4s to go for some excursion details. SO FUN RIGHT :DD like ours was the best, haha surprising. We crapped through some shit. Woohoo havent seen it in years.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.greypopcorn.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.greypopcorn.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; . woohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight aight aight. Anavil has strangled me for not acknowledging that he's my parttime/anyhow boyfriend. Haha anyhow eh ;p I dont know how this all started. But yeah. So now I've got a boyfriend &amp; girlfriend. Anavil. &amp;amp; pamela. Haha boyfriend, not real boyfriend. Just play play.(: haha take note of that! lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18thjuly is pamela's birthday.&lt;/span&gt; Okay pamela doesnt come online or use the comp. so yay. She wont see this :D Okay uhhh. the best is to make something mushy &amp; orange &amp;amp; hot :DDD yay pamela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be released this thursday! WOOHOOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight bitches. WORLD PEACE. hahahahahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115262172718481491?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115262172718481491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115262172718481491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115262172718481491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115262172718481491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuckfuckfuck.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115253581649505613</id><published>2006-07-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:09:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeless shit life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Bizarre Love Triangle&lt;/strong&gt; by New Order.&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;Okay so. &lt;strong&gt;Half were bleary-eyed, half werent&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA IT WAS HILARIOUS. nolah, not really. You hear these people arguing about it, that's funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. &lt;strong&gt;My &lt;u&gt;life&lt;/u&gt; is &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;lifeless &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have no boyfriend, not that i really mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My friends &amp; I live in different worlds already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I miss those days i could go out with random people. ANY kind of random people. From anywhere, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) This is redundant, but i feel ayu's pain of her not going to her favourite band's concert ie, Coldplay which is tonight. PLAYING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The stupid OM doesnt do anything about 4v's pathetic one-table recess life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I get only 4bucks a day as pocket money. &amp;amp; every month, my dad has to stretch what's left of his money to 30days. I really feel like crying sometimes. But it's unfair, all my friends are &lt;u&gt;at least&lt;/u&gt; two times luckier than me. But nope, I'm not complaining. Just a lil bit of envy&amp;jealousy. But &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love my family.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm under ms woon's intimidating list of failures in biology, although &lt;u&gt;i didnt fail biology&lt;/u&gt;. I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;My blog's dying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I will never ever get to smell/ see/ hear/ taste/ touch johnny depp. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) My table's a warzone. &amp;amp; although it sounds like an excuse, I cant seem to study &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt;. Yes, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Sajc hasnt called me yet. Darn, feeling so rejected.&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;13) The stupid stupid cabfare has gona up by soo much. Rate going at 25% more (the meter would run faster). &amp; surcharge is $2.00 intead of $1.00!! bitch.&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;14) Even that oldchangkee woman at whitesands looks like Psycho.&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;15) I'm feeling ugly. Oh shutup, dayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Everyday, &lt;i&gt;everyday&lt;/i&gt;, I'll hit my forehead on that fusebox at the staircase on the way up to home. Omg, what a loser. Ultimate loser. Oh, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;. Tomorrow's another longlonglonglong day in schoool. Oh wait, isn't it likethat everyday? hoho. I need my hot guy&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; aka sleep&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you know the post i posted about the shit at my staircase when i was lokced out of the house? My neighbours &amp; my mum speculated that it was &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;human shit&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, sick. HUMAN. Because it was alot. &amp;amp; it was all diluted. Cats or dogs dont shit that way. Gross shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this post is full of the word &lt;strong&gt;"shit".&lt;/strong&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Holeass.&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/14976308-115253581649505613?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115253581649505613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115253581649505613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115253581649505613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115253581649505613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/lifeless-shit-life.html' title='lifeless shit life.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115244965858641092</id><published>2006-07-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:54:18.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is hilarious. &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;But my dad was like, &lt;strong&gt;"Is paul twohill seriously retarded? Mentally retarded?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought he was just makin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g fun of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But my dad just continued like.. &lt;strong&gt;"No no, serious. Poor thing seh he. I really pity him. But good singaporeans pity him too, thats why he got through." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the whil i was like,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -OPEN JAWS- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so. This is the 289347th time im watching&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pirates Of The Caribbean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp; the reason im watching again now on tv is because&lt;strong&gt; i lost the dvd ):&lt;/strong&gt; so sad right to lose your fave dvd! argh. Aight. I thought i was gonna watch the World Cup finals. But puiiii. Italy &amp;amp; france??? NAH. Not any chance. hate both.  &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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw, on the way home from the shop today, I saw two men "jolok"-ing a tree. Uhhh, using the stick to get the fruit form the treee. Haha i suck in malay. so yeah. They were like jolok jolok happily. &amp; when i was looking at them, they kinda scowled at me. In a "get lost, kid." way. I backed off. But one of them started laughing at me. &amp;amp; gave this "MWUAHAHA KID" face. Omg, freaks. I straightaway stared back. &lt;strong&gt;&amp; one fruit dropped on the guy;s head!&lt;/strong&gt; I SWEAR :D hahahahahahahahahah i laughed.&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 why, I say&lt;strong&gt; i believe in karma&lt;/strong&gt;. I've alwyas believed in karma.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SEEYOU BLEARY-EYED KIDS IN SCHOOL TOMORROWWWW :DDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115244965858641092?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115244965858641092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115244965858641092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115244965858641092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115244965858641092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115237647869619208</id><published>2006-07-09T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T09:42:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sneezing like a polar bear, nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET, I've decided to make this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;simple layout&lt;/span&gt;. Fine, all my layouts are simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry joel. I'll blog about that nextime ok?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit: I cant wait to be with my hot guy every night. He/&lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt;/it satisfies me sooo much. I meet him/it with all-smiles or even crying, but he'll/it'll alwyas satisfy me no matter what, leaving me feeling good about myself. He/it will always there for me no matter what.(: Leaving me hours later, all geared up for the day. But always always always, i wish I had more time to spend with this hot guy. I know&lt;strong&gt; i love him soooo much&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll be spending the rest of my life with him/it. He/it will never be unfaithful to me. He/it will never cheat on me. We'll be together, even after death does us part. I'll be lovesick without him/it. &amp;amp; we can't live with each other. Embracing each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, that's&lt;strong&gt; true love&lt;/strong&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/14976308-115237647869619208?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115237647869619208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115237647869619208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115237647869619208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115237647869619208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sneezing-like-polar-bear-nonstop.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115227050291591210</id><published>2006-07-07T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T04:14:46.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help blind man.(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;On The Wings Of Love&lt;/strong&gt; by Clay Aiken.&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;Oh yah speaking of parkway. While at the bustop (where i could see &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; lining up at the bubble tea stall), &lt;strong&gt;I did a great deed!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HELPED A BLIND MAN GO UP THE BUS.&lt;/span&gt; It was so coool :D I know i shouldnt be all that lala &amp; happy about this. But shutup, it's my 1st time okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"196, 197, bedok interchange?"&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;"Yup. bedok interchange. It goes there. You're waiting for that bus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Just tell me when the bus comes."&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;"Yeah, sure :) " I wish he could sense my smile or something.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mish, corne &amp;amp; me sacrificed the many buses that came while waiting for 196 or 197. YAY.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then when the bus came, I was like &lt;em&gt;darn, should i be holding his hand? &lt;/em&gt;I was being an idiot sia. I was like. "Oh the bus is here. There there, the infront. Move a lil bit more. Yah move abit infront." Such a bloody idiot. He's blind, you idiot.&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="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But eventually I &lt;u&gt;held his hands&lt;/u&gt; while he went up the bus.(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He kept like, "thank you thank you thank you thank you." &lt;strong&gt;I should be given a box of chocolates by sara.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ohmygod, i love myself today.&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/14976308-115227050291591210?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115227050291591210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115227050291591210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115227050291591210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115227050291591210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/help-blind-man.html' title='help blind man.(:'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115219596577461304</id><published>2006-07-07T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:32:09.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickofonlinelife, 4vsoccer, slamming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Dream On&lt;/strong&gt; by Aerosmith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Online life is so boring these days. &amp; I dont mean msn. But just &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;generally&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;No longer deriving pleasure from internet usage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Study Programme where most of the online secfours dudes&amp;amp;dudettes are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the world probably studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part of the world sleeping for the soccer matches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rest of the world having more life than me. bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO, S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TOP WHINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE SHAKE ME FROM THIS DREAMY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNREAL WORLD/FANTASY/DREAM&lt;/span&gt; I'M IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want someone to shake me up, I hate it when &lt;em&gt;this certain someone&lt;/em&gt; tells me to "stop slacking lah." Hoho, I dont wanna get slammed by saying the person's name. And know why i hate it? Because he/she thinks he/she is the best. &amp; everyone has to be like him/her. Oi oi, wake up. Everyone's different. Everyone's unique. Stop gauging people's abilities to yours. Guess what. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know you're already judging me as you're reading on.&lt;/span&gt; HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Advising is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Slamming/intimidating is another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoho, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;strong&gt; I wished I knew people's intentions&lt;/strong&gt;. as in seriously. Whatever they do, you dont know what they think of you. I get paranoid yet suspicious at times. But most of the time, I'll ignore this suspicion &amp;amp; try to get a positive feedback out of this someone's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I HAD THE POWER TO READ PEOPLE'S MIND. BUT THEN AGAIN, I WANNA BE ABLE TO STOP TIME, SO THAT I CAN SLEEEP ALLLLLLLLL I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you imagine a life if we didnt have to sleep??&lt;/strong&gt; OMG COOL! They wouldnt have to switch off the nighlights, or stop public transport, or have stupid curfews. Stuffs like that. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;maybe an 8th day&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA. Dude, i can sleep more. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My love is a hot guy called SLEEP :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SHUT UPPPPP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kinda love the new Temasek socks.&lt;/strong&gt; Although it;s stupid to just put there "TMS", cause whothehell would know whathehell &lt;strong&gt;TMS&lt;/strong&gt; is. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it;s gorgeous cause it;s comfortable! although someone said it makes your feet sweat. Gross sial. Sweating of feet, causing soggy socks. WORD OF THE DAY: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOGGY SOCKS.&lt;/span&gt; Yay hey, i love those 2words. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; Today. Omg &lt;strong&gt;soccer with 4v girls is hilarious.&lt;/strong&gt; Screams, kicking of balls to nowhere, laughing &amp;amp; running. It was one of the bestest PE lessons I've ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And and and aisya was like "I'm gonna attempt to slide. heh heh heh." Basically aisya &amp; maryanne are the soccer people in 4v, but maryanne went for track competition. So yeah. Aisya run run, slide slide. And slided me. &amp;amp; we both &lt;strong&gt;rolled on the field infront of the goalpost.&lt;/strong&gt; It was damn cute lah. HAHAHA. okay that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went parkway for the 18290374th time this week. I oly go there because the bustop towards east is like damndamndamn crowded. the bustop towards that side is empty. Much much much emptier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hohoho, saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yay, I'm a brave girl.(: But they were quite far by the time I saw lah. so lala. Wokay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M BORED OF THIS ONLINE WORLD.&lt;/strong&gt; NOT MSN. BUT GENERALLY. HMMPFFFHHH BITCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENJOY THE WEEKENDS PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; AND PLEASE PLEASE, I KNOW EVERYBODY'S STUDYING. YAAARRRGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this picture. Part of jordan&amp;maryanne's display pic company. HAHAHAHA. Hilariousness :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/XIIAOHIDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/XIIAOHIDDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115219596577461304?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115219596577461304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115219596577461304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115219596577461304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115219596577461304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/sickofonlinelife-4vsoccer-slamming.html' title='sickofonlinelife, 4vsoccer, slamming.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115218585609891422</id><published>2006-07-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:37:36.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blacklights promotion poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/blacklights4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/400/blacklights4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what syakirah asked me to promote. So. If you're free on that day, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;check this event out.&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/14976308-115218585609891422?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115218585609891422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115218585609891422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115218585609891422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115218585609891422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/blacklights-promotion-poster.html' title='blacklights promotion poster'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115210822999781870</id><published>2006-07-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:05:48.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People should stop hating each other.&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;Like mish/corne/whoever says it.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hating someone is like clenching your fist hard. It hurts.. Just let go bit by bit and it;ll ease all the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hohoho. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hypocrisy is one thing. Hating is another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I had someone to truly hate. Almost everyone has someone they truly truly really hate. &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 don't. I just sometimes find that person irritating. &amp; I'll just get over it easily &amp;amp; fast.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So please. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop all these hating, getting pissed, disliking, backstabbing, cold shoulder &amp; silent vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. &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;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don;t make this an unhappy phase in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115210822999781870?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115210822999781870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115210822999781870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115210822999781870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115210822999781870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-should-stop-hating-each-other.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115201384862395805</id><published>2006-07-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T05:08:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE BEEN TAGGED BY JULIE.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I'm &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;doing this because lil julie asked me to. haha joolie. Oh im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Do the following WITHOUT complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Choose 5 people to do this after you completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Red, black, white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: Chicken, hawaiian pizza, icecream, chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: I LOVE MOVIES. loadsloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the Week: SATURDAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: fucking sick of school. &amp; all of its nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: School uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desktop Picture: The photo i took of the beautiful&amp;amp;gorgeous sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toenail Colour: Skin colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings: Brother's room, it;s blue ;relaxin, i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyances: Stupid bug. always attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends: My Ernie soll, that cute thing from Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush: Primary 5. Currently, in my brother's clique =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: I dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie: I don't want to shit. (I hated shitting last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Sesame Street playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LASTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Strawberry ice blended Bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Scary movie 4! HAHAHA LAUGHOUTLOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phonecall: Ayu(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played: Friday. Toys 'r us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated One Of Your Best Friends: Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken The Law: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested: Nopeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Dipped: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been On TV : Nopeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed Someone You Don't Know : The huge Ernie. He was smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMERICAL-NONSENSICAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Are Wearing Right Now: School uniform, spectacles, panties, bra, school skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Things You've Done Today: Went to school, shared a 20-piece nuggets at Mcdonalds, drank bubble tea &amp; done this malay composition on Neighbours. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Hear Right Now: No doubt, jamal's irritating voice "dont write about me lah." &amp;amp; the whirring fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Thing That You Do When You're Bored: Think of someone.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW SOCKS TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; :DDD TEMASEK'S OWN SOCKS. OHMYGOD. HAHAHA. BUT HEY, ALMOST ALL SCHOOLS HAVE THEIR OWN SOCKS. I WAS LOOKING DOWN WHEN I WAS WALKING AROUND, CHECKING OUT THE SOCKS. WOOHOO CAN MAKE SURVEY ALREADY.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OKAY &lt;strong&gt;NIGHT STUDY PROGRAMME&lt;/strong&gt; AT SCHOOL HAS STARTED. I'LL BE GOING SOME OTHER TIME. IT;S FREAKING &lt;strong&gt;7-8.45PM&lt;/strong&gt; AT LEAST. SO YEAH MAYBE I;LL GO ONE DAY., FORM A STUDY GROUP. SOMEONE WHO CAN TRULY MADLY DEEPLY HELP ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS IS RANDOM. BUT I LOVE AISYA FOR BEING A GREATGREATGREATGREAT x100000000000000000 FRIEND/CLASSMATE. HAHAHA SHE;S PROBABLY GONNA SLEEP WHEN SHE GETS HOME. OR WATCH WORLD CUP. SINCE SHE;S SUPPORTING FRANCE. BLUE&amp;RED THINGY. &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;LALALA. GOODNIGHTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115201384862395805?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115201384862395805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115201384862395805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115201384862395805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115201384862395805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-been-tagged-by-julie.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115193051371675381</id><published>2006-07-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:13:01.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOOHOO BACK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; sleepy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has been smooth-sailing for all. &amp;amp; im proud and happy of that. aahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just a recap aight.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm- Met mish who was with syl at cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped sell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate. The Kitkat Cappucino-flavoured limited edition at $2.00 for the President's Challenge.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the mrt back to tanahmerah to return the tins &amp; extra chocolates (if any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm- A whole bunch of chocolates &amp;amp; tins all sprawled over the tanah mrt station there. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling junior gave me a box of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy gave me a bar. yay :D Juniors these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm- Corne met up with mish &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to parkway for the bubble tea since chocolates make you thirsty as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm- But ended up eating at Banquet. bwahah.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch movie. BUT it was fully booked by the time we called to book! bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm- Headed to&lt;strong&gt; suntec&lt;/strong&gt;.(: Ohmygod, it was empty lah. But it's so weird, being a sunday. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm- Ended up at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;! Hoho, so many NI TUs. I dontknow how to spell it but mish&amp;amp;dontknowwho started this "MUD" which is "MAT. NI TU is the exact translation of "MUD." HAHAHAHA. So many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat down and sit sit sit. &amp; emo a lil.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; those two lovelies started this "hidayah's confused" campaign and psychological talk or something. I was pretty much psyhoed into saying things which I refuse to say or refuse to acknowledge. But now i think of it again, Im not not. Damn, DENIAL. Shoot me. "BANG!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15pm- They headed for dhoby ghaut (plaza singapura is there). &amp; I headed to Somerset Cineleisure (again) to watch a movie.(: with lenis &amp;amp; rahmat. Hoho, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCARY MOVIE 4.&lt;/span&gt; Hilarious shit. bwahahahahaha. Actually the beginnings were the funniest. The mid was a lil mundane-ish. &amp; ending was cutely hilarious again. HAHAHAHA LAUGHOUTLOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.50am- Walked to Plaza Singapura. Thank god I didnt have to walk alone, or I'd probably die. ghrahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.15ish- Reached Plaza Singapura. Entered the wrong glass door. Haha lenis &amp;amp; me thought it was locked. And for once, we almost panicked like shit. hahaha! Okay so. FOUND the right door.. eventhough it was OPEN all the while. -smacks hand on the forehead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came right on time. Because when i finally settle down at the pretty spot with the rest of the world, we started making. Wow it was fun lah :D Everyone had their different roles to play. Like arranging, giving out chocolates, collecting more chocolates, doing the outline. I was doing the latter. Okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the montage like a lil bit toooooo early. Haha very early lah. So mr oh agreed &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to have a second tryout again. yay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.45am- It was time to sleep.&lt;strong&gt; Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;, as they call it. Haha. AND THE FUN PART IS?? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sleep anywhere, on the 1st and 2nd level of Plaza Singapura :D&lt;/span&gt; woohoohoo. It was so fun lah. You can see people sprawled out on the flat (non-moving) travellator, infront of lifts, behind shop counters, infront of closed shops, beside the chocolate bar or just huddled together at the atrium. It was a cute sight, really :D HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mish, corne &amp; me decided to walk out. We needed somewhere to SIT! So we did, at the bustop. haha unglam. And then I, "sialahh, at a time like this, i wish we were at esplanade again." Then someone, "eh set ah, we walk." Woohoohoo, we really &lt;strong&gt;walked from Plaza Singapura to Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;. nyehubewahghaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell. It took 40mins? No wait, 30 right? haha forgot lah. But still. The air was still. But we had no choice but to walk on lah right. Cant expect us to turn back, cause that'll be like fwuuahhh waste time right. We continued. Haha, think I AM RESILLIENCE, by our very own temaseksecondaryschoool. haha lame. And ohmygod, i didnt know they didnt light up Esplanade at night! fwuahk lame sia. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.40am- Haha people ohpe-ing, having sex, or simply mats. Hahaha a whole bunch. But gosh, it was quite a sad sight. Cause there were like a few homeless people or something. They were sprawled on at the On the Bay place. Fuck to those mats who wake them up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, we found a space to sit again. yay (: I love this place. Especially at that time. The wind is just nice, the ambience is relaxing &amp;amp; the sight is &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;! :D So corne slept lah. But mish &amp; me talked again. And again, it's about EVERYTHING. Mostly, we talk about the people we know. and start yalah gossiping, bitching. But it was fun. the people we talk about ranges... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am- And then. Sky turns red. Droplets of water start slapping our hands &amp;amp; heads. "raaaaaainnnnnnnnn!" Okay, except that we didnt scream cause it would be too chaotic. Omg, I was feeling so so so sorry for those homelesses. They were forced to move their everything into shelter. But pretty much couldnt get a wink of sleep.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so. We were &lt;em&gt;freezing freezing freezing&lt;/em&gt;. But i got to sleep for 10mins. yay.(: So we headed to the mrt station, through citilink. But apparently the citilink door doesnt open at 6am! bitch. bitch. bitch. &lt;strong&gt;We were stranded&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.50am- Ended up waiting for the bus lah. Bus 36. Actually they were alot of buses. So we waited.. ALL the buses except the buses that go to Plaza Singapura came. &amp; then, I checked the bus information board again... The first bus only comes at 6.30am! Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cab ah cab. No midnight surcharge already right?" asks corne. And i flagged for a cab which happens to be a &lt;strong&gt;merc&lt;/strong&gt;! yay:D "no midnight surcharge ah, dont have." YAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.15am- Got back to Plaza Singapura, where we split up. Mish &amp;amp; corne probably somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the&lt;strong&gt; bitchy girls gang&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, okay i call them bitchy gang cause they were bitching the whole night, i heard ;p haha. I sat down, or rather lied down there. There was hannah, farah, nani, izzati, sarah, aisyah manab, safirah &amp; hakim. Nuriman came slightly later. (I saw him sleeping outside the toilet there there. bwahaha) All &lt;s&gt;night&lt;/s&gt;morning long, they have been bitching about almost every malay person in our batch. haha I managed to hear loads too. yay :D so fun. hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45am- Slept for another &lt;strong&gt;30mins&lt;/strong&gt;, on safirah's laps. By the time I woke up, they were already in the toilet, washing up. Not WASHING up, since we cant bathe ): haha shit i hate not bathing. Managed to brush teeth and change only lor. &amp;amp; what did the rest of the girls do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAMPOO THEIR HAIR.&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha!!! They were wetting their hair in the sink. Woohoohoo a bunch of black in the sink. They were washing each other's hair. &amp; shampooing. Omg it was so funny!! HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;I didnt though&lt;/em&gt;. My wakeup/morning hair nicer than normal/night/afternoon hair. haha weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.30am- BREAKFAST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My trustable mcdonald's hot tea(:&lt;/strong&gt; Darren was being a whore with aisya's cam by taking everyone;s photo. hahaha. And aisya's a failure in supporting her RED&amp;BLUE TEAM= FRANCE. nyehaihuihahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am- Many more sitting arounds &amp;amp; waiting arounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11.30am-&lt;/span&gt; Started to make the montage!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOHOO :D&lt;/span&gt; Okay it was great. with the dramas. because the line was alwyasalwyas out and made a weird swish-swoosh heart. The montage was supposed to depict or show the &lt;strong&gt;President's Challenge logo. &lt;/strong&gt;haha.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest drama was lifting the rafia strings where the middle lot got stuck. Vanessa the &lt;s&gt;hotpants&lt;/s&gt;heroine swimmed to the centre to lift it up. Okaylah, she didnt &lt;i&gt;swim&lt;/i&gt;, but she was balancing cutely and all. hahaha so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THEN, IT'S DONE :DDD&lt;/span&gt; Actually i expected it to be much bigger, but hey, it was over 10,000plus kitkat cappucino bars. That;s considered alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.20pm- More waiting arounds for the guest-of-honour. Eventually alot of people came. There was this &lt;strong&gt;whole bunch of adults who WALKED on the chocolate bars&lt;/strong&gt;. Ohmygod, they are the stupidest bitches. god. Haha, but they werent the only ones though. Joel stepped too. Plus, it was from one end to another. Omg it was funny hahaha. Mish &amp; me screamed like mad. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm- Finally, the guest-of'-honour arrived. And the show started. The usual guestofhonour speech, famous principal speech, TAG performance &amp;amp; lincoln/anand/anthony's band performance. Omg, im in love with the lead singer of TAG. Her voice is just.. *drools* :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they unveiled the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LARGEST CHOCOLATE BAR IN THE WO&lt;/span&gt;RLD&lt;/span&gt; which we saw the &lt;s&gt;previous night&lt;/s&gt;in the morning. It was this Kitkat Chunky Cappucino bar. weighs approximately &lt;strong&gt;3tonnes&lt;/strong&gt;. IMAGINE! Actually it;'s about the size of a coffin lah haha. I rememberd the guy &lt;strong&gt;buffing &amp; touching up the chocolate bar.&lt;/strong&gt; Omg, the aroma was oh hoho damnnnnn good :D yeahh. And the question of the day is: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW COME THERE ARE NO ANTS? AND HOW COME IT DOESNT MELT???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Faster answer! :D&lt;/strong&gt; haahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm- Finally, it was the photo-taking by the media :d yay. &amp;amp; we had to pack the chocolates from the montage again. &amp; to SELL. again. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN EVENTFUL DAY&lt;/span&gt; :D Omg &lt;strong&gt;so fun&lt;/strong&gt;! &amp;amp; I am sooo sleepy now, I can barely open my eyes. But i need my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt; cause it;s my favourite.. (: Nvm, i shall tahan somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY HAPPY GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes joolie, I'll do that question&amp;amp;answer thing nextime okay? VERY LONG POST here. hahaha seeya:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14976308-115193051371675381?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115193051371675381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115193051371675381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115193051371675381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115193051371675381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/chocolate-day.html' title='chocolate day!'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115182486908846366</id><published>2006-07-02T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:21:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOOO &lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna leave home soon for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; although it's a tat too late since im not selling any chocolates. wahaha.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT I'm going for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;montage&lt;/span&gt; which means reporting at plaza sing at 11pm tonight. heh :D &amp; yeah doing that montage thing the whole night. Yay it's gonna be fun :d They only made it for the graduating classes to go for. awwhm.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aight. Be there at &lt;strong&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow (not sure what time) to see the montage. &amp; there'll still be chocolates sold at plaza sing tmrw by the secthrees. So so, toodles &amp;amp; ENJOY :D &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw, it's those&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; limited edition &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cappucino Kitkat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; chocolates&lt;/span&gt; at sale for $2. A lil too late to buy today. But there;'s alwyas tomorrow. &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;font-size:180%;"&gt;BYEEEEEE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115182486908846366?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115182486908846366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115182486908846366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115182486908846366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115182486908846366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohooo-im-gonna-leave-home-soon-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115175611199037805</id><published>2006-07-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T05:29:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>locked out of house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Your Love&lt;/strong&gt; by Van Hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;3rd time&lt;/strong&gt; I was locked out of my house in &lt;u&gt;a week&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was exactly lastwk at 11.15pm. I felt like crying. I was late to meet my friends. My feet hurt like ass. I was falling asleep. &amp; I felt stuffy all over. God, it sucked. &amp;amp; My mum refused to allow me to ask my neighbour for our house key cause it was too late. At the same time, she refused to go home. I was frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat outside my house, on that bench we have. &amp; sulked as i sat cross-legged even with a skirt. Was cursing the whole way until i eventually just dingdong-ed my neighbour's. HAHKKK. And hoho, i didnt lock the door again when i left home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time was after school, uhhh around 6.45pm. That was nothing much. Because I was too embarassed to ask my neighbour for the house keys, I started reading a book outside my house. I read that book about &lt;em&gt;prostitution&lt;/em&gt; from maryanne. Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;Time flewwwwwww&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp; my mum appeared. wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd time was justnow. &amp; I was really at the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;verge of crying&lt;/span&gt;. Or screaming, oh either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dingdong-ed my house soooooooo many times. &amp;amp; then I calledcalledcalled my house, brother's, mother's and father's phone sooooo many times. NOBODY answered. No wait, i called my brother's friend because im using his phone =x So I started calling &amp; the phone automatically redials while i played Puzzle Bobble which mish just downloaded for me. MY BATT HAD ONE BAR LEFT. You know how badly i wanted to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON TOP OF THAT, there was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; beside the staircase&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; the shit smell travelled all the way to my nostrils. &lt;strong&gt;It stank like fuck&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear. Must be some dumb dog or cat's shit. &amp; the bustard owner didnt clean it. It was sorta gooey and diluted, not the hard ones. I was so pissed to the max. Plus, i didnt bring that prostitution book to let time fly. I was cursing &amp;amp; swearing &amp; at the verge of screaming. The stench was driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down. Walkedwalkedwalkedwalkedwalked around my block, only in case my mother comes home. &amp;amp; who became my angel saviour?? MY NEIGHBOUR. yay she was on the way home. I love her.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooohoo. Besides all those, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my day was great :)&lt;/span&gt; Met mish at airport to do half of the Emaths paper mr toh gave. &amp; we walked around where.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; RELEASED ITS ISSUE ON PIRATES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoohoooooooo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY DEPP&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;THE LOVE OF MY LIFE :D&lt;/strong&gt; But i had no money. But last month's issue (which i didnt buy) had the Pirate's poster! the hugehuge one. ARGH AND NOW I CANT FIND THE LAST MONTH'S ISSUE. Felt like shooting myself. "Bang bang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the mrt back. Where we met corne &amp;amp; xinling at tanahmerah who were gonna go to the airport too! for other reasons. TALKEDTALKED. &amp; took the mrt to&amp;amp;fro while we talked. YAY FINALLY THE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THREE OF US &lt;/span&gt;:D Eversince the other three each have their own commitments. Maybe russell has found a girlfriend or something haha. &amp; Shaun, with his new girl. &amp;amp; Desiree, not seeing her. I mean, I havent seen her. The rest did, i think. I'm not complaining, but I'm just feeling. ahaha. Priorities, I see. Grilfriend/boyfriend/otherfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that's that.(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LESSON OF THE DAY: MAKE MY OWN BUNCH OF KEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRAAATTTTEEEEEEEES OF THE CARIBBBEEEAAAAANNN :DD:D:D:D:D:DD D:D :D:D: D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14976308-115175611199037805?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115175611199037805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115175611199037805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115175611199037805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115175611199037805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/locked-out-of-house.html' title='locked out of house.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115168952890045687</id><published>2006-07-01T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:53:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha another post. Another post can either mean I'm angry, emoing, happy or simply bored. Okay that covers almost all the emotions already. hahaha.&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;Actually im blogging because i feel left out. My parents are still watching that match. They are penaltying. hahaha. &amp; dudes, i dont really watch soccer. Cause im not a fan of it. But I wish someone would sit down with me &amp;amp; talk to me about it while we watch together. Someone who loves football, ofcourse -.- hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh okay. GERMANY won :)&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh! I got to meet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;frank&lt;/span&gt; in the morning before school. bwahaha. AFTER A LONG TIME. I dont know why. But he's just one guy who can make people miss him. Okay, wtv cause that doesnt sound like it makes sense. wahaha.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so yeah I just met him. &amp; he asked me to pass him the last of &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; possession. &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; is &lt;i&gt;HIM&lt;/i&gt;, not frank. hahaha.&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;So yes yay basically i wokeup late. We took the mrt together to tanah where he went down too. We met junji and wow they talked. We talked. It's like some mini reunion. Except that junji's only met frank twice, I think. bwaahaha. &amp;amp; then saw the loser-ish shaun &amp; haha. It was a funny sight.&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;Except that frank looks like some ahbeng now (not like he never did). His "skunk" hairstyle &amp;amp; gold-coloured hair. Fyi, "skunk" hairstyle means the sides are cut. but there's still hair in the middle. Oh, you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it was great meeting a great friend after a long time.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHOCOLATE DAY&lt;/span&gt;'S ON &lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watch out for white&amp;red-donned kids walking around with those &lt;strong&gt;cappucino kitkat chocolates&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; selling them for $2 fr the&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Presidents' Challenge&lt;/span&gt;. nyeahaha I think im making the montage! &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;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115168952890045687?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115168952890045687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115168952890045687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115168952890045687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115168952890045687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/07/haha-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115167265373315627</id><published>2006-06-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:00:47.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mish;s skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Part Of Your World&lt;/strong&gt; by Little Mermaid.&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;YAY NEW LAYOUT AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hopefully you guys like/love it.&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently, my comp's resolution or wtv you call it, is screwed. So sometimes it doesnt look proportionate to you guys. Comment lah k. yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Guess what. &lt;strong&gt;Mish's skirt was wet&lt;/strong&gt;. A hugehugehugehugehugehuge patch of water on her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her water bottle leaked in her bag. &amp; she was using the bag. Oh, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having to grab her skirt from under the bathing cubicle &amp;amp; dry it using the hand dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH" went the hand dryer. Fwuuahh i stood in that smelly, menstruation-infested-smell toilet with the skirt under the hand dryer. The hand dryer itself was smelly. SMELLY. Those kind of hot smelly. Smelly hot thing. so yeah. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then then then. The hot smelly heat was all over my face because the hot air reflected from the skirt. Omg i was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mish, if i die today, tell my parents I love them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like fainting. Okay, exaggeration. bwfrgahaha. But woohoo finally,&lt;strong&gt; i saved mish&lt;/strong&gt; as she stood in the bathing cubicle. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woohoohoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that fucking sara(vanan) crazily &lt;strong&gt;chopped off&lt;/strong&gt; this guy's hair in the basketball court while there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;announcement going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, during morning assembly. HE'S PSYCHO SHIT NUTS. I bet everybody saw it. And he screamed. Hur, great advertising. He humiliated that guy like fuck. Omg, he has no life at all. I hate him as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who wins the I-AM-THE-MOST-BUSTARD-FUCKED-UP-PERSON-IN-TEMASEK-SECONDARY-SCHOOL award? Cuthbert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay cheer for him faster. -clap- -silence-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT'S BECOMING OF TEMASEK SECONDARY SCHOOL SIAL.&lt;/span&gt; Such chaos, craze, insanity. I dont know what else to describe. Meanwhile, I'm still living in a mini world with 4v! esp aisya. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life in 4v wouldnt be a &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt; without aisya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and! Besides all those foolish acts temasek secondary school has been "indulging" in, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;msyati was upset with 4v&lt;/span&gt;. I was like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scolded us for skipping june remedials, being late, bad attitude &amp; everything else. What did I tell you about insanity in temasek secondary school? I mean, she really was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So was I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on. Come sunday (chocolate day), we're supposed to hand in our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reflections&lt;/span&gt; to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What 4v's become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Why such selfish individuals.&lt;br /&gt;-What's wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;-What's wrong with 4v.&lt;br /&gt;-What's wrong with school &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;-Why did we do what we did.&lt;br /&gt;-What we should do.&lt;br /&gt;-Any problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lots&amp;amp;lots&amp;lots&amp;amp;lots&amp;lots&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;reflection&lt;/strong&gt;. Can someone add to that list of what we;re supposed to write about, if i missed even one.&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;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;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;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:130%;"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;, my parents are watching soccer. My brother went to his friend's place to watch soccer. I'm the retarded one in the family. hahaha. Because i dont watch/know about soccer. Grbahaha. If even my &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;mum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; watches soccer all the time, what am I sia. Haha feel so loser-ish. LOL. Oh btw, yes she watches all the time. Awww man. shh shhhh.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH YES. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE PSL GRADNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. BECAUSE THE PHOTOS ARE &lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/strong&gt; :D yes yes yes.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ENJOY YOUR &lt;strong&gt;FIRST WEEKEND&lt;/strong&gt; OF THE SCHOOLWEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ii lurve yew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14976308-115167265373315627?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115167265373315627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115167265373315627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115167265373315627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115167265373315627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/mishs-skirt.html' title='mish;s skirt'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115159292240373053</id><published>2006-06-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:59:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even if i dont see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again, I know you look good. Look so good. Look so damn good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*snap snap*&lt;/span&gt; hidayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah uhhm so. where was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn so. I forgot. Man, this is the reason why i hate my blog sometimes. I hate blogging about emo stuffs. And i hate blogging about boring stuffs. But that's what i;ve been doing. This is damn lala sia. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FEEL SO LALA&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, you can call me LALA now. Lala sounds &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; actually. Like lala lala instead of lala &lt;i&gt;lala&lt;/i&gt;. So yay, I'm lala! What's you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD SHOOT ME.&lt;strong&gt; I'm thinking about lala&lt;/strong&gt;. It's that lala &lt;b&gt;lala&lt;/b&gt;. Not lala as in me the lala. Okay sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE MY BEST GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt; namely, &lt;strong&gt;nazurah &amp; farah&lt;/strong&gt;. for being bestfriends again. No wonder we all love each other.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HO HO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt; that four-letter word. Even if they have their own boyfriends to love, okaylah i forgive them. I'll allow them to love me. jhgjasgjhahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115159292240373053?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115159292240373053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115159292240373053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115159292240373053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115159292240373053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/even-if-i-dont-see-you-again-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115148859504566347</id><published>2006-06-28T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:13:20.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey ya &amp; bio &amp; motivationalcamp &amp; bushes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Hey Ya&lt;/strong&gt; by Outkast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Omg, i'm in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with this song all over again. Last night my brother &amp; me just kept playing it again &amp;amp; again &amp; again. haha! :DD We were like "HEYY YAAAAAAAAAAA" loudly that my mum basically screamed at us from her room. But it was such little joys in life. Haha bad english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohfuckingmy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOTIVATIONAL CAMP IS POSTPONED FOR THE 12389724TH TIME!!&lt;/span&gt; Im complaining, yes i am. Im not really all about the motivating part. But the skip lessons part =x bwaha. but noooooooooo. they are postponing it until &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;august&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!1 THEY ARE NUTS. Cause guess what, that's only a few weeks more to prelimns. Bitch. After olevels then motivate ah. thanks thanks. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolah, actually im heartbroken because of false hopes. HAHA. I hate false hopes. hmphhh. Okay, stop complaining, hid. Life's not over. HAHA. But gosh, there's bio tomorrow. argh three days straight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bio is the sleeepiesssssttttt subject ever&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. I swear. In bio class, everybody's quiet. &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;You see heads swaying. &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;You see bloodshot red eyes. &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;You see heads on the tables. &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;You see drool left on the side of the lips of people. &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;You see pens dropping from hands. &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;You see slouched bodies. &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;All in the effort to keep awake in case ms woon screams. &amp; after the lesson, the class is damndamndamn quiet, no noise at all. Everyone's just stoning. Only after a long time then people start noisying. fwahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIO IS SLEEPY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;period&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Yay I've found a new hang-out buddy in&lt;strong&gt; cadence&lt;/strong&gt;.(: haha. I wanted to say junji but we've hanged before. So yay, yes. Guess what. We came from the same primary school before i went to loyang pri. &amp;amp; WE LIVED IN THE SAME BLOCK!!!!!!!! woohooo rocks man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. There's this whole new &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bushes &lt;/span&gt;planted on the grass patch beside the sidewalk on the way to home. It discourages people from walking &lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt; the bushes to &lt;strong&gt;jaywalk&lt;/strong&gt;. Hah works man. Who the hell would jump over the bushes sia. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;damn, no wonder i missed the bus in the morning ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lalalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&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;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;I'M HAVING &lt;strong&gt;PERMANENT&lt;/strong&gt; SLEEP LOSS.&lt;/span&gt; lol.&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;Goodbye you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115148859504566347?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115148859504566347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115148859504566347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115148859504566347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115148859504566347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-ya-bio-motivationalcamp-bushes.html' title='hey ya &amp; bio &amp; motivationalcamp &amp; bushes.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115141243167455171</id><published>2006-06-27T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:59:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bbq&amp;pslfarewell&amp;socks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ONLINE FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;. AFTER &lt;strong&gt;FOUR DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; :D hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PSL farewell&lt;/span&gt; was a success success!&lt;/span&gt; woohoo :D I shant blog about this much lah. since other psls probably blogged alotlot about it.(: But let me say some stuffs. FUNNYSTUFFS, if you know what i mean :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Russell got this title &gt; "MOST LIKELY TO WIN THE MANHUNT" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nuriman got the title.. "MOST UNIQUE!!" bwahhaahlkaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. that was the two funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'd love love to &lt;strong&gt;post the photos&lt;/strong&gt;. because adam dressed up as an old man ;D nyeahabwahbwhaa. Next time.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, it felt like the second Band Dinner! Except that this was held at the school hall. But still, it was hot! Most wore dresses :) But i didnt lah. bwahah! HID +DRESS AGAIN= ???!!!!! Yay equations. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we got&lt;strong&gt; trophies&lt;/strong&gt; each. A &lt;strong&gt;certificate &lt;/strong&gt;too. And and! This super duper small &lt;strong&gt;white shoe personalised&lt;/strong&gt; with your name and "PSL" at the back. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall was also &lt;strong&gt;decorated with candles&lt;/strong&gt; all over. woohoo :D beautiful. And haha! Our table's flower thingy caught fire from the candle. Everyone was like swishswoosh-ing the fire with their hands. But mine got burnt -.- now there's this ugly huge white pus on my right hand's middle finger. woohoo it just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bursted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, is there such a word? hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home only to bathe and leave home for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;corne's place&lt;/span&gt;! yay. at 11.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; I missed the bbq :(&lt;/span&gt; because the psls called me a day earlier than the Friends. Okay, sorry Friends. Haha Friends feels like some sitcom where we all just laze and have bbqs all day. right, dayah -.- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me tell you what happened to me. fwuuahh some &lt;s&gt;pathetic shit.&lt;/s&gt;&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 had only &lt;strong&gt;$5.50&lt;/strong&gt; lah as i left for corne's. I walked to the bustop. And voooommmm, a bus 12 passed by. I was like -jaws open-. So damned right. So okay.. I sat at the bustop at 1143. I sat sat sat.. Saw people walk walk. Saw couples snogging. And then something struck me. AH-HA last bus! I ran up to that board and realised the last bus was 1133pm!! It must have been that 12. damn damn. I decided to be hero. &amp; wait lah, in case it comes again. Skali... 1150pm. Realised it;s either NOW.. or never. What else?&lt;strong&gt; taxi lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until 1155pm for the taxi. "YAY", i said to the uncle , "331 tanah merah kechil ave." Until i recalled having only $5.50. But corne's house isnt &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; far. So i was very much relaxed. UNTIL.. the 50% meter started moving! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can you imagine my agony &amp; pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wrecked me sia.&lt;/strong&gt; haha whatever. I started panicking. and counted.. everything added to $5.40!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, "uncle, stop here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle here, stop at the bustop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UNCLEEE! STOP HERE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh wahlaoo. I thought u talking to the phone lah. where wherrreeeeee." &amp;amp;curses in mandarin under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah fuzk the uncle. hgahaha. Whatever. I saw a 38. &amp; then.. &lt;strong&gt;it rained&lt;/strong&gt;. arghh! sueyyyy. luckily my phone was working, for me to call corne to fetch me from tanah with an umbrella.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "sleepover" or sleepover or taunning or whatever was a weird combination. There was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shaun, mish, mroy, daryl, ivan and shawnpang&lt;/span&gt;. and corne &amp;amp; me. Hah supposedly them and many others were at the bbq. lol. &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;OKAYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY lah. &lt;strong&gt;Had cramps in the morning ):&lt;/strong&gt; But &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot tea &amp; sleeping&lt;/span&gt; always helps, like a miracle!! :D hahaha yay. But guess what, i waited for the "much-celebrated" red joy to come, but oh it didnt. &lt;em&gt;Not even now.&lt;/em&gt; Urgh, im confused. arrrghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/span&gt;. Mish gives it 1star -.- HAHA. But im nicer, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. At first i thought it was nice. But then again, it;s quite gundu lah. It's nice if you;re just searching for fun.(: But oh oh. Stuffs like that.. Oh oh! I WANNA FIND MY LUCKY CHARM! Right, whenever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LALA.&lt;/span&gt; long enough lah eh. This all happened over the weekends, &lt;strong&gt;saturday &amp; sunday&lt;/strong&gt;. I was a good girl &amp;amp; slept early!! :D &lt;i&gt;partly because i didnt sleep on saturday&lt;/i&gt;. but that's no excuse. Slept at 9pm! WONDERFUL right. Faster, say "congratulations, hidayah." Usually i cant sleep the night before the 1st day of school. Do you? But i pretty much knocked out. wow, first time man. in history :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOOOL. Oh dudes. Made me buy that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sky-high socks&lt;/span&gt;. Sooo many were caught lah. There were so many crimes lah. &lt;strong&gt;Dyed hair, long hair, ankle socks and wrong shoes&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a basketballcourt-full. hahh. They made everyone stand in different rows &amp; sorts. oooh wow lah. Then that c u t h b e r t screamed at every student leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does your badge say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stares him right in the eye- "Peer support leader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DOES YOUR BADGE SAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PEER SUPPORT LEADER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now you all can dye hair, wear wrong socks&amp;amp;shoes and keep long hair lah? is it??" Fuck, what irrelevance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. He made up some &lt;strong&gt;unconstructive scolding&lt;/strong&gt; which doesnt make sense to anyone except himself. dumb! I was so pissed, so were the other student leaders. He basically screamed to everyone of them. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Screwed them upside down&lt;/span&gt;. kcuewelajlkmscbsdfliywehw. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate him the most in temaseksecondaryschool&lt;/span&gt;. I hope karma works. yayyy bwahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least Mrs Ong, our dear principal said some useful/constructive scoldings and advice. hahk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But basically schoool rocks because it feels fast. EXCEPT TODAY. Know why? They extended the lessons of the last two blocks to be 1hr10mins. Even hanliang's like, "I couldnt concentrate for these two days. Nothing goes in my head." Poor thing sometimes. So much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt say i love waking in the morning. It makes me curse all the time. &lt;strong&gt;all the time&lt;/strong&gt;. Man, this ongoing cursing is gonna &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karmatise&lt;/span&gt; my life sia. shucks shivers.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh. maryanne kinda recommended this book aout prostitution, is it right? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Okay, I think that should be all lah eh.(:&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw, the post before this. Sorry for the psychoness. Hey, everyone has their moments man. But hmmhhh, whether things are turning for the better or worse, I will continue to live life. LIFE LIFE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay! I wanna watch csi soon! &amp;amp; eat dinner! :D&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SCHOOLING, DUDES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Siti&lt;/strong&gt; by Force Vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14976308-115141243167455171?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115141243167455171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115141243167455171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115141243167455171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115141243167455171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/bbqpslfarewellsocks.html' title='bbq&amp;pslfarewell&amp;socks.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115108876192521998</id><published>2006-06-24T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:03:28.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know how "darn"-ed i feel right now. I missed my chance to even say hi to him. &amp; he's gone already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I shouldnt even think about him anymore right? Bet he doesnt even care. Kick yourself, hidayah. Okay okay. At least im smacking my forehead right now. Arrghhhh. A hello would have been great. but no, i missed it. argharghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fuck lah. Anyways i dont know if he still reads this blog. If he does, he'll talk to me. Haha, okay maybe i dont want that. I wanna find the day when i can look him in the eye. &amp;amp; not cringe or grimace up in emotions. But then again, not as if im gonna meet him again, am I? Hopefully yes, I'll see him. Okay no, i dont wanna. yaargh, make up your mind, hid. Haha okay. Take the Que Sera Sera approach. whatever will be, will be. So if fate decides "yes you'll meet him", then haha yes i;ll meet him. How will my reaction be like then?&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually I just wanna know how people like him live like. Hohoho, what a request. Nolah. I really dont know what i want/feel. &lt;strong&gt;This is going nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I dont believe im actually "dedicating" this whole post to him. Another smack on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I really feel like an idiot now. Okay, maybe this is what i've alwyas wanted. Life as per normal. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I'm living in such denial sial. fuckfuckkkk, i;ve always hated people who are like that. Now whose the one in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDAYAH, YOU'RE DELUDED.&lt;br /&gt;HIDAYAH, YOU'RE IN DENIAL.&lt;br /&gt;HIDAYAH, YOU'RE BEING A FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course i am. &amp; i know that. But sometimes, just &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;, I wished people would realise how much thoughts of that person I have. It can be anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay focus hid. You're supposed to talk about &lt;s&gt;Mr Loverboy&lt;/s&gt; him. Okay, he was Mr Loverboy. Haha actually thinking about it now, it;s quite fun&lt;s&gt;ny&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I really cant sleep man. This is killing my brain cells. Killing my growth rate. Chalking up the electricity bills. Killing my dad, that way. Not everyone's fathers/mothers/parents are as rich.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoho, someone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt; shoot me.&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/14976308-115108876192521998?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115108876192521998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115108876192521998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115108876192521998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115108876192521998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-how-darn-ed-i-feel-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115108391032634877</id><published>2006-06-24T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:33:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;third time&lt;/strong&gt; im blogging for today/tonight! hhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm like attempting to read up for the biology test which would probably be held whe school reopens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay so. I'm reading up on the Family Planning thing which kind of teaches you to &lt;strong&gt;prevent pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt; -.- &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Sexually transmitted disease&lt;/strong&gt;. okay. If im reading up the wrong thing, PLEASE alert me. yay thanks.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You know what's the wrongest thing now? I'm replaying my whole library in random mode. &amp;amp; HAHA, the song now is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LIKE TO MOVE IT&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;strong&gt;MADAGASCAR&lt;/strong&gt; MOVIE. bwahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me tell you how wrong it is to listen to this song while you're trying hard to absorb non-pregnancy methods &amp;amp; sexually transmitted dieases. Yucks for the last part. grwahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115108391032634877?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115108391032634877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115108391032634877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115108391032634877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115108391032634877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-third-time-im-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115108222259570724</id><published>2006-06-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:06:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm listening to this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;psl farewell invitation audio cd&lt;/span&gt; thing. It's the &lt;strong&gt;most hilarious-est &lt;/strong&gt;thingy! BWAHAHA. It has this whole whole track of songs/speeches. Speeches include &lt;strong&gt;ms lee &amp; mr oh&lt;/strong&gt;. FWAHAHA. And &lt;strong&gt;interviews&lt;/strong&gt; with representatives from respective committees. &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;Okay. I just gotta share the love of this damn hilarious shit. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAY :D I cant wait for tomorrow! The aftermath of the bbq [the bbq which i cant go for :( ]. And the psl farewell! The theme is &lt;strong&gt;Masquerede&lt;/strong&gt;! Cool eh :D haha but i still dont know what to wear man. But sadly, izzati cant go )))))))))))))): argh. &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;So tomorrow, im going for the farewell thingy. &amp;amp; then, i;ll go home to change. And go meet thems! &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;woohooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115108222259570724?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115108222259570724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115108222259570724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115108222259570724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115108222259570724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-listening-to-this-psl-farewell.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114935048421789039</id><published>2006-06-24T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:48:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dogstory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Lady&lt;/strong&gt; by Lenny Kravitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I have some &lt;strong&gt;sad story&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;people out there ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home frm somewhere late at night (around 11pm). And then I saw this black thing on the side of the road. It's at the curb. RIGHT AT THE CURB. So it's like at the edge. Very edge. Imagine how close it is o the road. At first i thoguht it was a black plastic bag. You know, those garbage bags.. So I was like okay, walkwalk on the pavement. Suddenly I saw it moving. Up &amp; down. Up &amp;amp; down.. I squinted in the dark.. It had fur!!! Know what it was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;A DOG!!&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;Needless to say, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; like shitass fwuuuuaaahhh.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I crossed the road, walked pass the dog.. And crossed back again. But so sad right. It was pretty much &lt;strong&gt;helpless.&lt;/strong&gt; Couldnt move. Just stuck there. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Maybe i shouldnt be so evil to/scared of dogs. ):&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/14976308-114935048421789039?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114935048421789039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114935048421789039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114935048421789039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114935048421789039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/dogstory.html' title='dogstory.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115099940406034772</id><published>2006-06-23T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:01:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>band bbq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Everytime I Close My Eyes&lt;/strong&gt; by Babyface feat. Mariah Carey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Band barbeque!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it felt weird. haha in a way that it was so &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; all. Okay, cute is a good thing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I PROUD OF MYSELF? Because because because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I STARTED THE FIRE!!!&lt;/span&gt; woohoooo say my name, say my name! HAHAHA. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my&lt;strong&gt; first time &lt;/strong&gt;okay. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll always either fan fan the food or turn turn the food.&lt;/span&gt; Or just contribute by putting the charcoal &lt;s&gt;in the wrong places&lt;/s&gt;. But omg i was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd like to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;confess&lt;/span&gt; (hopefully not all the bbq crew read this). It wasnt entirely weiyang's fault that the margarine has black specks on it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. yes yes, yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what i did?&lt;br /&gt;The fire wasn't starting, at all. So I just took the margarine brush and spread it over the charcoal. How stupid could i get??? And then, i made it worse by using the charcoal thongs to pick a glob of margarine to throw onto the mass of charcoals. &amp;amp; then, weiyang saw the beautiful black mess i made and just continued what i did by playing with it. Oh hoho he got scolded by those furiously fanning fanning and ambitiously laying the food . whoopss. darn. SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually after much smoke &amp; paperplate tearing and bending and turning soooo soft, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the fire started&lt;/span&gt;. I screamed to those beach/bitch people, everyone. Haha beach people. Bitch people. Beaches, bitches. Bitchies, Beachies. Hahaha "heyyy beachies! THE FIRE'S STARTINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!" &lt;strong&gt;Mennyeahahaha! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this tiny charcoal&lt;strong&gt; spark flew to my arm&lt;/strong&gt;. It flowered/bloomed into a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cute thingy&lt;/span&gt;. It's soooo cute, you wont even notice it (: Only the cute people can see the cute thingy. Hah, wtv hidayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I sound like im boasting. when im supposed to talk about the barbeque. bwahaha. SHOOOOOOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, i;ve been asking people to shoot/kill me. woohoo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im still alive.&lt;/span&gt; NEH NE NEH NE POOO POOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY guess what! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FEEL SO HYPER&lt;/span&gt;! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guess what. &lt;strong&gt;My skin looks quite screwed up&lt;/strong&gt;. that's what i think lah. It's very &lt;em&gt;incoherent &lt;/em&gt;(obviously the wrong word to use). but because everything doesnt gel together and doesnt work with each other. But woohoo i just love my huge photo at the top :D At least, it's not self-obsessive okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ENCOUNTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I was walking to meet shaun at the bustop today. And I saw this &lt;strong&gt;huge gigantic man &lt;/strong&gt;on the pathway. Besides the obvious bodily patterns, his eyes were huge too. That, obviously, didnt help much. I was gonna cross his path. Looking at the huge dimensions infront, i strayed my eyes away from his. &amp; moved aside so that he can walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN!! He said &lt;strong&gt;"hey.."&lt;/strong&gt; I was like huhh!? o.O caught off-guard! He looked at me as i slowly turned my head to face him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You're stepping on mud."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like !!!! Then i started smiling. &amp;amp; not being able to control myself, I laughed out loud. loud. It was funny. If you though this wasn't funny, then okay well, maybe I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; weird. But i just laughed until i stopped. And blushed (because i felt my cheeks get flushed). He looked at me and give himself an amusing &lt;s&gt;smile&lt;/s&gt; grin &amp; shook his head. I was like -open jaws- Then he grinned again &amp;amp; walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo embarassed, i practically brisk walked all the way to the bustop, hoping shaun wouldnt notice the blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I'm tired (: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODNIGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yay! hope i can meet &lt;strong&gt;ayu&lt;/strong&gt; tmrw. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I MISS HER&lt;/span&gt; :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg. izzati's not going for the psl farewell ):&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/14976308-115099940406034772?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115099940406034772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115099940406034772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115099940406034772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115099940406034772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/band-bbq.html' title='band bbq'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115091152887336269</id><published>2006-06-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:38:48.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHANGED MY SKIN AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay okay okay. goodnights :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115091152887336269?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115091152887336269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115091152887336269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115091152887336269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115091152887336269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/changed-my-skin-again-okay-okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115089977719135662</id><published>2006-06-21T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:44:09.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vjc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;In My Eye&lt;/strong&gt; by Rufio.&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;VJC is just.. pretty :D Pretty in a way it's a simple, cute schoool. &lt;em&gt;Note: cute doesnt mean small&lt;/em&gt;. The everything is proportionate lah in other words. Followed mish for her auditions &amp; wooo, not bad lah though i wasnt there when she actually auditioned. Saw benny too(: And heard farah and desiree are auditioning tooo. But dude, you should have seen the no. of VS guys auditioning, the list goes on.. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lovelovelove &lt;strong&gt;kejian&lt;/strong&gt; cause my heart warmed when i heard him playing the flute. It just appealed to me. yay kejian! Btw, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;kejian is kekang's twin brother from victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea from mcdonalds give you such such sugar rush because it;s just diluted. So yes. I really think that's really really great for mornings. Because you;ll be damndamn hyper. Especially for a sleepy morning like this morning(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaaaaarrrghhhh &lt;strong&gt;mundane&lt;/strong&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dreamt &lt;/span&gt;that I was at this coffeeshop, sitting infront of this oldish-looking man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He digged his ears with much pleasure (His face was grinning and all. yucks). Then he started blinking his eyes like crazy. So.. He rubbed his eyes with that finger. After another round of pleasurable rubbing, he realised that he had rubbed his eyes with the dirty fingers. He then stared at his fingers. And then! He licked his fingers. ARRRGHHHHHHHHH GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's considered a nightmare right? bwahaha!&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess someone posed as mrglosz in my tagboard! bwahahaha. Okay, nice try dude. thanks alot. hahahaha.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn lah. I hate posts like these. They are really dumb. &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; boring&lt;/strong&gt; to read&lt;/span&gt;. arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boring post. whatever lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115089977719135662?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115089977719135662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115089977719135662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115089977719135662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115089977719135662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/vjc.html' title='vjc.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115081802847027254</id><published>2006-06-21T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:28:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glosz rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MR DAVID ANTHONY &lt;strong&gt;GLOSZ&lt;/strong&gt; ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt; glosz rocks rocks rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rocks so much that I wish he'd see this. &lt;strong&gt;Omg someone, please show him this&lt;/strong&gt;. Let him know at least one of his students &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; him. Okay fine, someone showing him this is &lt;em&gt;wishful thinking&lt;/em&gt;. But it;ll be cool for him to see this &amp; be like "omg! she actually loves me." &amp;amp; maybe call me up and say "yeeahhh you're great too." GHRWAHAHAHA dream on, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolahh, he does lah.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; let's just say that I've relieved myself off that&lt;strong&gt; sajc dsa form&lt;/strong&gt; i've been wanting to fill in. Oh yes,&lt;strong&gt; im not applying for mjc&lt;/strong&gt;. If sajc rejects me right in the face, i'll just use my raw marks to go anywhere.(: BUT then again, i may do badly (oh god, please don't let that happen). So i would just go poly lor. wont die okay, even if my projects would probably be handed in months later ;D wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay a short (and sweet. HAHK! you wish, hid) post here. WAHAHA &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MRGLOSZ&lt;/span&gt; :DDD:D:D:D:D:DD:DDDDDDDD:D:D:D &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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I think this is a cool photo. fwahaha.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/IMAGE_00292.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/IMAGE_00292.jpg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;One Last Cry&lt;/strong&gt; by Brian McKnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115081802847027254?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115081802847027254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115081802847027254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115081802847027254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115081802847027254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/glosz-rocks.html' title='glosz rocks!'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115074086574951437</id><published>2006-06-20T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:29:54.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wahaha this is &lt;strong&gt;damn random&lt;/strong&gt;. But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryanne's blog makes me laugh &amp; feel real at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corne's blog makes me feel angered/pissed together with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah's blog makes my english sound childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fay's blog (no link) entertains me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie's blog is full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's blog gets me reading every line. So does Hakim's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz's blog is damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia's blog makes my head spin, with the long posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadence's blog is short &amp;amp; sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel's blog is nice to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mish's blog is sooo related to my life haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaxin's blog makes me feel like myself!&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rest of the blogs aren't mundane lahh. But these are the ones i keep clicking on.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whose blog is the&lt;strong&gt; best&lt;/strong&gt; for me? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARYANNE&lt;/span&gt;'S :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It;'a always makes me have some face expression without fail. although our lives never really coincide which each other's. I love it. (:&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Bubble Pop Electric&lt;/strong&gt; by Gwen Stefani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115074086574951437?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115074086574951437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115074086574951437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115074086574951437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115074086574951437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/wahaha-this-is-damn-random.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115073550432872566</id><published>2006-06-20T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:56:25.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want to know how pathetic my life is right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Not completely pathetic but partially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got 30+ for my L1R5 during midyrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I refuse to study because I hate studying. Not even the idea of it. Much less, the beginning &amp; process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously after this, I'm still stubborn and refuse to study. not even do homework. Wait, what hw is there? Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I don't get allowance for the holidays unless I go school. I only have $1 in my possession as of now. How to go band bbq &amp;amp; that mini bbq mish wants to organize?? Oh yes, luckily we don't have to pay for psl farewell (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random. But I haven't bought anything for myself since.. gosh I don't even remember. As much as I hate shopping, I need stuffs for myself man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even have a decent sleep without having weird dreams or nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even get the relevant cca records to cheat my way through jc (dsa) since ms shirin is probably stuck in some island somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant write in proper English. Hah look at the disgusting way im typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even see the stars from where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not growing anymore ): yaaarrghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriends are having a cold war. If you think that doesn't make me a pathetic soul, you're so bloody wrong. It makes me sad. &amp; I don't wanna take sides because i love them both. And what's worse is, I cant help to make things better ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrghhhh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;many more&lt;/span&gt;. which I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly brighter note,&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think my mum thinks im lesbian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (What's so bright about that.) Why? Because I keep telling her I have no boyfriend. Obviously that's what my mum wants since she doesn't approve of relationships at my age. But she doesn’t seem satisfied. Apparently, she finds it weird for me not to have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaaaaaaa. I am not lesbian. &amp;amp; yes, I do not have a boyfriend. Although sometimes, &lt;em&gt;only sometimes&lt;/em&gt;, I wish I had. But nope, I don't want/need/prefer/pray/wish/hope for a boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. How could your mama, of all people, think you're lesbian/gay. Scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Pamela. Does that make me bisexual then? Bwahaha. Hope not.(: because even if she is, im not. But yeah, I still love her :D:D:D&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw. I think my skins are damn rubbish man. bwahaha. It started with a simple black. And now i've forwarded to these &lt;strong&gt;self-obsessive photos of me&lt;/strong&gt; at the back. The last one was cute :D it was natural-er. LOLLL. Okay. gonna change again soon lah. soon.(: And yes, i do lovelovelove my PhotooftheWeek thing :D&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAAAARRRGHHH &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I dont like this post&lt;/span&gt;. I dont like all my posts. Omg, im thinking negatively! argh. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope people do enjoy reading my blog&lt;/span&gt;. grhfaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20062.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20062.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another photo from the xmen collection/series. wahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Hidden Agenda&lt;/strong&gt; by Craig David.&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/14976308-115073550432872566?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115073550432872566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115073550432872566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115073550432872566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115073550432872566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-want-to-know-how-pathetic-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115064895810731165</id><published>2006-06-19T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:59:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>father's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm guilty. Very guilty.&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; I didnt get/show anything for my dad on Father's Day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me tell you the short story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to my paternal grandparents' place.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAST FORWARD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy cousins (sixteen &amp; eighteen) whose parents went for a holiday with their two other younger siblings, called my brother. They invited my brother there to watch the soccer matches and whatnots. Straightaway my parents said yes. Oooohhooo great. I cant even stayover a planned sleepover party yte my brother can go just likethat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's not because they are my cousins. My brother goes to his friend's place every other night. ARRRGHHH IT'S FRUSTRATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started pmsing my family.&lt;/strong&gt; Like crazy. didnt talk. Only talked to my dear chinese grandmother who got adopted by a malay family and so cant speak chinese. (my grandfather went to the mosque) I was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; frustrated&lt;/span&gt; like mad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN you know what?? They even offered to pay for my brother's food for there tonight when he has eaten dinner. And they still tell me, "I have no money." How am i supposed to feeeeeeel?? grrrrrhhh. I went 7-11 and &lt;strong&gt;bought M&amp;M's to make myself happy.&lt;/strong&gt;  And damn, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7-11's m&amp;m's now costs $1.60!!&lt;/span&gt; fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. I digress.&lt;/span&gt; But my brother eventually left for my cousin's place. And we took the mrt home. &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 didnt talk the whole way.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We took the bus. &amp; i dropped somewhere else, to the coffeeshop and bought some chicken thingy from Chicken Tender, or is it Tender Chicken. &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;Needless to say, they resurfaced. Nah, actually only my mum. My dad supposedly went to that 24hr Shop'N'Save to buy some stuffs. I was still sulky &amp; pmsing. Kept quiet the whole time while waiting.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then, came my dad. "Here you go." I was like o.O ??&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;It was M&amp;M's!!! Small gestures likethat. He was smiling to me and said it was for me, and only me. He said it was great of me to use my own money &amp;amp; he felt bad. I was sooo taken aback.  I mean, i had somehow treated him like shit although he kept wanting to talk to me.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right at that moment, i realise no matter how much you pms or act attitudely towards your family members, they will alwyas cheer you up.(: I mean friends do that. But the warm feeling in the heart is slightly different. For the first time tongiht, i smiled a happy &amp; sincere smile. =)&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And today was supposed  to be Fathers' Day. Yet, i didnt get anything for him &amp; behaved badly. Gosh, I should slap myself.&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;So. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAY, DEAR MR JAIS :DD&lt;/span&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But still,&lt;strong&gt; I wish I had more freedom as a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I dont want it to be different from my brother's. And please, dont start this "it's more dangerous for girls" crap. It's not as if i walk in some ulu alley,. I dont even have to tae the lift to reach home. And i can scream if anythig happens. Or i can kick the bugger in the balls. I know how to take care of myself. I dont even have a boyfriend! for goodness sake.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sound like a spoilt brat. &lt;strong&gt;Shoot me.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Promise&lt;/strong&gt; by Matchbook Romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115064895810731165?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115064895810731165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115064895810731165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115064895810731165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115064895810731165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day.html' title='father&apos;s day'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115063016014663394</id><published>2006-06-18T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:29:20.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thefrenchandmyitalian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://thefrenchandmyitalian.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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 is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; benny&lt;/span&gt;'s new blog :D &amp;amp; im here to advertise it. bwahaha go visit go if you're interested. LALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115063016014663394?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115063016014663394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115063016014663394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115063016014663394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115063016014663394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/httpthefrenchandmyitalian.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115056317261706301</id><published>2006-06-18T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:08:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aisya's photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. So here are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the photos&lt;/span&gt; i promised.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING is the work of &lt;strong&gt;aisya&lt;/strong&gt;! Credits go to her! From the runs she had to make becaue of self-timer to the instructions she gave to us. So you can call 1800-aisya-rocks-your-photos or log on aisya-rocks-your-photos.com . BWAHAHA. Because we will all be the subjects of aisya's portfolio to come. LOL gyahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I gotta say how lucky it was for (almost) all of us to &lt;strong&gt;wear black&lt;/strong&gt;!! no wonder the photos look more gorgeous than ever, wahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laughing away our days at the pretty steps of the Esplanade display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the gorgeous lift which danial calls The Cerebro. complete with all the functions. (where's cadence?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And again, as we laughed (at aisya) our lives away along the hot river at The Bay at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess the Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The following photos are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;solo photos&lt;/span&gt; which represented each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Danial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shawn, looking happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kangyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20086.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cadence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some indian fella took this emo/clueless photo of us. bwahaha just because most of us were black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Staring at the skylines of the singapore city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was the FIRST photo. It wasnt supposed to mean anything. But as you look again, it looks damnnn cool :D wahahaha. And you know what they say, "mind your own business!" nyeahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here comes the xmen-looking photos! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Whose side are you on?" GWAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first attempt to jump. Quite failure lah. Notice how kangyu looks like Magneto, flying up in the air. How benny looks like he's just standing normally. how monkeyish i look. How candence has fallen to the ground. But danial &amp; shawn looks nice! yeahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TWO AWARD-WINNING PHOTOS! :DDDD hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The successful jump! Everyone looks beautiful. Perfecto :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/randomness%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/randomness%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just gorgeous :D&lt;/strong&gt; And oh yeah, look at that bangla between cadence &amp;amp; benny. Hahhh and again,  just because we were mostly black for that day..&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for that. I thank aisya for the capture of the photos. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: Audio conversation on msn with mish as she plays the flute for some vjc auditions. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115056317261706301?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115056317261706301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115056317261706301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115056317261706301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115056317261706301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/aisyas-photos.html' title='aisya&apos;s photos'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115048272868946628</id><published>2006-06-17T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:12:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, im gonna start blogging about the &lt;a href="http://www.smellypinksocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;farah;s blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; issue.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe she put the issues i have in her blog. but either way, it;s still great. she can really read my mind. And she calls it "complicated ivan and also benjamin issues." O.O bwahah wha??? She put more also. gah! And also me, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;being afraid to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes i wonder where people get the strength to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, i feel veryveryveryveryveryvery &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;blessed &lt;/span&gt;as of now. Besides sassyfarah, i have greatgreatgreatgreat friends. From my &lt;strong&gt;bestfriends, girlfriend, close friends, class&lt;s&gt;mates&lt;/s&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. Although i may not appear sensitive &amp; continue jumping about in circles, i really &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; realise and see the concern they all give me. It;s just the ignorant side of me that chooses to be ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so anyways, im really great farah dedicated this whole damn long post to me. She remembers our love together. For four years. ALL the ups &amp; downs. We would alwyasalwyas stick together no matter what. I guess she didnt forget anything. the gist was ALLL there. How accurate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i teared. And &lt;strong&gt;the more i read, the more i teared&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've never been more emotional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what she said about.. &lt;em&gt;Eventhough i am afraid to fall in love again, i should alwyas love my friends.&lt;/em&gt; I guess i have alwyas loved my friends. Just that i dont show it very well. I think some feel that im depreciating them. "mmmphhfh that hidayah!!". But the truth is, I do. I'm not an expert on love. I dont believe in love. although i may have experienced it. For me to define true love, it;s hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess ridhwan was the happiest moments of my relationship life. We never really quarrelled, we had the same sense of senseless humour, we didnt bother about what others said, we indulged in ever-so-sweet sms', we didnt stress each other eventhough we missed each other like crazy. Sometimes, i felt like we were buddies instead. Or bestfriends. But then again, if he was ever my bestfriend which i felt he was, then yes, indeed i loved him :) So there you go. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Another angst burden lightened.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GO HID!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that. The next short relationship had been short. but in some ways, made me want more. &lt;strong&gt;Feeel a lil bit more&lt;/strong&gt;. But i was too late. Too selfish with my stuffs(BAND). Too selfish with my time. Too selfish with myself. It was taking a toll. I felt different abt this one. Maybe it was just a omg-you-suddenly-look-hot-and-i-love-you thing. Or it was also the thrill of wanting something new, the thrill of &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt;. Feeling. You &lt;u&gt;cant&lt;/u&gt; feel friendship. So yes, get what i mean. Love, you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anything other than that.. just, LOVE. Fullstop. I wont go into the details. Cause if you wanna know the complicatedness &amp; pain it offers, love would be a totally differenmt thing. So yes. Oh, love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought i;d never believe in love. Or never experienced. Love is all around you. While you;re reading this, peek into that other bedroom. Mother, father, sibling? THAT'S LOVE.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, that doesnt change my love for someotherthings/someotherones.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, then again. &lt;strong&gt;Farah;s blog has opened my eyes yet again&lt;/strong&gt;. But whatever it is, i really miss the times we had together. We've been through alot! The way our bestfriendship signs its contract is complicated &amp; still quite blurry. I cant remember how i got close to you overnight.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; It was as if we were made for each other&lt;/span&gt;. WAHAHA mushy stuffs ayee.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And eventhough i'm Here Without You, our friendship will alwyas prevail deep in our hearts. Gosh, i love you. (: for as long as the crazy hidayah exists. yay! so make sure im crazy all the time. heh.&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;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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna blog about the english seminar &amp;amp; primary bbq when i wake! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Love To Love You, Baby&lt;/strong&gt; by No Doubt.&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/14976308-115048272868946628?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115048272868946628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115048272868946628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115048272868946628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115048272868946628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-im-gonna-start-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115053825808762905</id><published>2006-06-17T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T03:04:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OKAY the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;english seminar &lt;/span&gt;yesterday was, how do i describe it? Sleepy, boring yet funny &amp; entertaining. Two talkers. One boring, one funny. What do you expect. But the fun part was after the seminar. The walk-arounds &amp;amp; aimless doings.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like blogging. Because i wanna post photos! Waiting for aisya whose msn status is BeRightBack. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that the highlights were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEATING THE HIGH SCORE&lt;/strong&gt; ON THAT SPOT-THE-DIFFERENCE MACHINE IN THE ARCADE!&lt;/span&gt; with 7 people furiously touching the screen. We did, we did. after sooooo many tries &amp; wasting sooo much money. bwahaha. Winners go to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aisya, cadence, bennyteo, shawnwee, kangyu, danial &amp;amp; yours truly&lt;/span&gt; :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is not easy feat okay. And they kept showing photos of semi-pornish looking photos. Probably 75% of them were women in bathing suits or revealing dresses! haha. And most of them had some difference in their cleavage and dress length, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AISYA TAKING AWARD-WINNING PHOTOS OF US!&lt;/span&gt; They were damn nice, really :D&lt;strong&gt; We ran, we jumped, we sat in the sun, we emoed.&lt;/strong&gt; And if she ever needs subjects ofr her portfolio in the future, we;ll alwyas be there. and whose "we"? The same seven :D bwahaha. What fun antics :D nyeahahwhahwhaahaha.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohpe i cant post the photos now cause im going out to meet mish.(:&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;Nextime okay, &lt;strong&gt;i promise&lt;/strong&gt;.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: Butterfly by Mariah Carey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115053825808762905?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115053825808762905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115053825808762905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115053825808762905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115053825808762905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-english-seminar-yesterday-was-how.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115047804292512804</id><published>2006-06-17T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:43:18.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AAaaaaaarghhhhhhhhh a &lt;strong&gt;teary post&lt;/strong&gt; by our &lt;a href="http://www.smellypinksocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sassy farah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for the second time in a period of two days because im just too touched by my friends(: yay. Oh btw, i cant seem to tag your tagboard. so yeah. But omygod, im really tearing now okay.. awwww. &amp; oh yeah,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; it tells of OUR life story.&lt;/span&gt; so unforgettable man. arrrghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVVVEEEE YYYOOOOUUUUUU FARAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; anyways as much as im too afraid to ever ever fall in love again, i'll still love you(: even if it takes forever. See, I said forever. &lt;strong&gt;That;s a start to lightening my angst burden&lt;/strong&gt;. yay. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I simply love my friends :D &lt;/span&gt;&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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. Just when i thought the gloriously disgusting male gender were a heartless &amp; bustard group, someone owned up &amp;amp; apologized. I mean small things like that can change my perception, really. But still, there are some. Some who just get angry for no rhyme or reason or some who still dont wanna admit their mistakes, some who dont apologize. Those are what you call The Egoistical Bunch. HAH. But still, am thankful for that. Hope you;re happy although i dunno what you;re doing, bitch. (Bitch is a compliment! :))&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;So my day is NOT spoilt!!!! :DD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, was the english seminar. Can i blog about this when i wake tmrw &lt;s&gt;morning&lt;/s&gt;? &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;And also, the superbly crazy mini class outing.&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;And woohoo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;primary bbq&lt;/span&gt;! &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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BACK HOME AFTE A TIRING DAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my feet are gonna kill me. KILL KILL KILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;toodles(:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what a redundant post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: One Love by U2 ft Mary J. Blige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115047804292512804?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115047804292512804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115047804292512804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115047804292512804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115047804292512804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhh-teary-post-by-our.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115039119830052197</id><published>2006-06-16T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:40:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg i think that colorquiz results (the previous post) are bugging me, in a way that i've found what i've been searching for these while. I thought i;d never know what's this uneasy/weird feeling that brings me down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes,&lt;strong&gt; i cant sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. And i gotta wake veryveryvery soon! ohmygod. gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to this song. &lt;strong&gt;Goodbye by Air Supply&lt;/strong&gt;. Coincidentally, it's the song one of the singapore idol contestants sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is just damn sad man. It's slow. &amp;amp; sad. Good, what a good way to make yourself fall asleep, hidayah. I guess when i heard the lyrics, it kinda created a soft patch in my heart. (Is there such a phrase?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stop being this angsty girl that those close to me have observed &amp; commented. some, just keep quiet. But they know, &lt;strong&gt;"I have issues."&lt;/strong&gt; ISSUES. Gosh, how much i hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i cant keep running away. Someone, please help me. Tell me what to do to so that i can stop being this angsty girl. I dont wanna be an angsty girl ): An angsty girl who has a thousand and one things in her mind. I hate being seen as this emo girl who constantly cries her heart out all the time. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, just tell me what to do. And please dont go like "you can share it with me." Man, that technique works for everyone except me. I know you gotta let everything out.. But i hate it when people know this vulnerable side of me. I know this is overshare, but this is what my dear mish "suffers" too. We dont wanna be seen as "weak and vulnerable." I'm not saying im a fighter or a completely strong girl, but i;ve been known to be happy &amp; cheerful &amp;amp;amp; laughing all the time. &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;that's&lt;/b&gt; who i wanna be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I am that person. But I guess, "there's still room for improvement" huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But whatever it is, im not as angsty to hate someone so much so. Admittedly, i used to.. But i cant do that forever, can i? Cause if i die, and eventhough i know that that someone doesnt care at all, i dont wanna waste my time haunting him. I'd rather just.. Rest In Peace. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I wish to achieve pure bliss without the dependance of that glorious gender we all thought was more powerful. &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;But no matter what, i know that if YOU come back into my life, I'll unknowingly say&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt; again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear cornelius lim has been whisked away to china! to reunite with his family once again (: I'm feeling glad for him. although yeah, gonna miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited cause i can go out nextweek when im very freee. yay . havent seen mish in thaipusam yrs also. we need lotsa catching up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, andy is a beautiful hot bitch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; by Air Supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can see the pain living in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i know how hard you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You deserve to have so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can feel your heart and i sympathize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i'll never criticize all you've ever meant to my life&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 don't want to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want to hold you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From where you might belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would rather hurt myself than to ever make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing left to say but good-bye&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;You deserve the chance at the kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not sure i'm worthy of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Losing you is painful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, the lyrics...&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/14976308-115039119830052197?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115039119830052197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115039119830052197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115039119830052197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115039119830052197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-i-think-that-colorquiz-results.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115036831349358853</id><published>2006-06-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T04:29:21.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colourQUIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nur Hidayah Jais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Existing Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dissatisfied&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;need to escape&lt;/em&gt; continued involvement with her present circumstances makes it imperative for her to find some solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Stress Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenacity and strength of will necessary to contend with existing difficulties has become weakened. Feels &lt;strong&gt;overtaxed, worn out, and getting nowhere, but continues to stand her ground.&lt;/strong&gt; She feels this adverse situation as an actual tangible pressure which is intolerable to her and from which she wants to escape, but she feels unable to make the necessary decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remains &lt;/em&gt;emotionally unattached&lt;/strong&gt; even when involved in a close relationship. Clings to her belief that her hopes and ideas are realistic, but needs encouragement and reassurance. Applies very exacting standards to her choice of a partner and &lt;strong&gt;wants guarantees against loss or disappointment.&lt;/strong&gt; Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. Able to obtain physical satisfaction from sexual activity but tends to hold aloof emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Desired Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants to &lt;strong&gt;make up for what she feels she has missed &lt;em&gt;by living with exaggerated intensity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; in this way she feels she can break free from all the things that oppress her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actual Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tensions induced by trying to cope with conditions which are really beyond her capabilities, or her reserves of strength, have led to considerable anxiety and &lt;strong&gt;a sense of personal&lt;/strong&gt; (but unadmitted)&lt;strong&gt; inadequacy&lt;/strong&gt;. She attempts to remedy this by intense activity and by insistence on getting her own way. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faulty self-control can lead to &lt;strong&gt;ungovernable displays of anger&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh my. I sound like an angsty ansgty person who needs to break free from her emotional oppression. Oh dear.&lt;/span&gt; &amp; most of the stuffs here are scarily describing bits&amp;amp;pieces of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.colorquiz.com&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Goodnight Goodnight&lt;/strong&gt; by Hot Hot Heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115036831349358853?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115036831349358853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115036831349358853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115036831349358853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115036831349358853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/colourquiz.html' title='colourQUIZ'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115029193391811797</id><published>2006-06-14T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T06:46:32.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had one angsty post &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;generalising&lt;/u&gt; guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ohpe, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hah, &lt;strong&gt;my friendster's been sabotaged, hacked&lt;/strong&gt; or whatever you call it. Such gunduism. Wonder who has so much time to do all these shit. Sorry to whoever the gundu has targetted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that still doesnt change my perception towards fucking guys. If they were much nicer, there would be 90% less tears shed in this world. Hah get that.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Look Into My Eyes&lt;/strong&gt; by Bryan Adams &amp;amp; Celine Dion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115029193391811797?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115029193391811797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115029193391811797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115029193391811797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115029193391811797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-had-one-angsty-post-generalising.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115021512214909672</id><published>2006-06-14T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:12:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg im so bloody fucking pissed. &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;Suddenly came up to me and asked what my problem was. And started making me sound like the asshole. Man, what's the world coming to. &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;Guys reek of the word "jerk" and "bustard" all over them. And this is only because everything was cumulative, not only because of this verytiny incident. If only they were nicer and stopped saying "fuck" every time the longest tick on the clock moves &amp; just sit down and think. Their brains are used for thinking of new vocbulary words to shout out loud to the world. And oh, because of the glorious male gender, we have words like "cuntface", "assholes", "buttface", "asswipe." Wow, what smart beasts we have in the world. A round of applause there. You know what, im sick of the whole bloody fucking group of you guys. You think you;re the greatest papas in the world. Some are rich, some are rebellious, some can curse faster than i type while some just have the im-so-fucking-cute-that-a-million-girls-in-the-world-are-on-my-feet face. And if you think of &lt;s&gt;bitching&lt;/s&gt;bustarding the ass outta me, you can just kill yourself. and then you can write a suicide note saying your thanks to me or do what you do best, bustarding&amp;amp;cursing. Great combination there. I've gotten enough of this "tough" side of guys. who constantly think that they are in control of the fucking world. &lt;strong&gt;Please, be nice. for once.&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/14976308-115021512214909672?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115021512214909672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115021512214909672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115021512214909672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115021512214909672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-im-so-bloody-fucking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115019924754713202</id><published>2006-06-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T05:07:51.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not-take-myself-photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two/three-people photos that I didnt take myself.&lt;/span&gt; As in someone took for us. Not when you hold the cam &amp; flash it infront of your face kinda thing. wahaha wtv hidayah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh yah. they are &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; edited.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/P5300359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/P5300359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ever-gorgeous lovely ruiqi! My date for band dinner. grwahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh who could ever forget zat, the brilliant organiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like this cheesy photo of corne &amp; bimb(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCN0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCN0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will alwyas miss having benjamin the bimb around(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/P5300348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/P5300348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hid,benny&amp;farah. Forever the same pose in photos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCF1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCF1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The only didnt-take-myself photo with a secthree junior, ziqing.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/P5300341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/P5300341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And again, it's ruiqi my date. lalala:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/P5300343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/P5300343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once a camera whore, alwyas a camera whore :D hid&amp;amp;benny.&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M STILL WAITING FOR PHOTOS FROM IZZATI&lt;/span&gt;. toolalalala.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Merry Widow Selections&lt;/strong&gt; played by temasekwindensemble! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115019924754713202?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115019924754713202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115019924754713202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115019924754713202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115019924754713202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-take-myself-photos.html' title='not-take-myself-photos.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115013823412291741</id><published>2006-06-13T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:35:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If there's one person, besides my family, who makes my life revolve around my undiscovered/dormant potential for the future, it would be &lt;strong&gt;Cornelius Lim Jun Ying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CRIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a tear&lt;/span&gt; only actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn;t even face-to-face. It was online. To tell you the truth,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I was really really really really touched by his sincereness to turn me into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This applies to &lt;strong&gt;all:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Friends who (quietly) cant wait for us to fall so that they stand up tall in comparison, but yes, they are still your friends.&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends who really dont care about anything which includes treasuring the friendship but they just hang around.&lt;br /&gt;3) Friends who go all out and sincerely want you to stand up together with them, pride in being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you name me my friends, I can categorise them there&amp;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, corne falls in the 3rd option :) So does most of those true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.. 4hrs later, still thinking about it.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. He was on one of his &lt;strong&gt;hidayah-go-vjc-lah talks&lt;/strong&gt;. So yes, i did listen keenly &amp;amp; thouhts just kept popping up in my head each time he says something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, he started some talk about the future. About how I have to stand tall &amp; succeed&amp;amp; not fall back on my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as time passes by (45minutes), I realised how sincere eveyrthing corne said was. I started smiling even when the words that popped up were mostly accusitory or in a scolding tone. At first, i felt indignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I guess i pretty much wokeup from this teeny hole i was in all this while. &amp; SAW THE LIGHT. Not the light to brighten up my night. Neither was it the light on the road to vjc. But &lt;strong&gt;the light of true friendship&lt;/strong&gt;. And even if i fail as a person in life, i'll alwyas know that corne was the one who stood there lecturing&amp;amp;lecturing&amp;lecturing me to "move your ass, hidayah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what made me reaslie that? He says, "I could have happily made money and be rich on my own sia. But I want you to be there too. I want you to succeed too.." That whole phrase caught me in the throat &amp;amp; yes, I teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;a half-smile and half-cry thing&lt;/strong&gt;. I was glad. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Touched to the point of tears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I scared corne when i said that I was crying. hahaha. Dont worry man, Im doing sooo darn fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If i succeed &amp; be a great person in life, I'll alwyas know that corne was the one who hald-led me this way, never giving up on me no matter what :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if im a failure in life, I'll alwyas know that corneliuslimjunying tried his bestbestbest to talk sense into a stubborn hidayah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It's so damn touching man. I've never &lt;s&gt;cried&lt;/s&gt;teared that way when someone talked to me. That shows how deep I felt at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course, i can list a few more true friends. thsoe who will never run away from you. But for now, I am really touched man. I hope corne will never ever give up on me.. &amp;amp; just continue being himself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hid&lt;3corne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh i wanted to post a photo of us. but blogger's psychoing. boooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;spinning :&lt;strong&gt;I Had A Dream&lt;/strong&gt; by Joss Stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115013823412291741?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115013823412291741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115013823412291741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115013823412291741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115013823412291741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-theres-one-person-besides-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115012088102991976</id><published>2006-06-13T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:33:02.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY, A NEW TAGBOARD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how happy i am?&lt;/strong&gt; how relieved? wahaha :DD Now everyone can blog without clicking on that lala name thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, it's been quite a sad 2nd half of the morning.&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; 4v lost to 4E&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, dude, not &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; class man. But ooohlala. I guess they really played their hearts out. It must have been the &lt;s&gt;groupies&lt;/s&gt;supporters who lacked their support. But man, I still love 4v. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, it was &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2-0&lt;/span&gt;. Faiz scored the penalty. And russell scored the other one. Cadence &amp; me wanted to assassinate russell. Im not pin pointing that someone ah... But he got hand-balled twice. TWICE. Same person. That's just so damn lala man. gwahaha. Gosh. I sound like a sore loser. Hope yongwei doesnt read this. hahaha. (fyi: yongwei was the referee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any either way. With this match, shawnwee got his gloves:) hah irrelevant lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon. Woohooo guess what did aisya ask danial &amp;amp; me to do.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GROCERY SHOPPING!!!&lt;/span&gt; How bloody cool is that :DD It was after the match, and she was like "grocery shopping." I eventually went lah.(: &amp; aisya keeps on like "Giant's the cheapest!" wahahah.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We learnt stuffs like &lt;strong&gt;bunjut&lt;/strong&gt;. GAHAH i bet ya'll dont know what that it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoever knows &lt;strong&gt;bunjut&lt;/strong&gt; will earn the benefit of his/her name appearing at the next skin.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; no aisya&amp; danial, you guys cant participate. nywahaha. so fun.&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 dont know what to bloga bout this part. nnot now okay? Nextime.(: &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And you know what? We looked like roommates or something lah :D hahaha. Like we were buying all these detergent, veggies, meat, fish, chicken, 4hugetubsofmilk, toilet tissue, fruits, chocolates &amp;amp; ofcourse, bunjut. wahaha!!&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 mean it;ll b damn cool (AND RANDOM!)if we were &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; roommates. wahaha and then we;ll already be professional grocers. Grocers, is that what they are called? wahaha!! LALA.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel like staying in a hostel!! WITH RANDOM PEOPLE. lo! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. So basically we were pushing the cart along this whole stretch of &lt;s&gt;hobos&lt;/s&gt;people. Feeling so insecure, we pretended to talk about "eh whose gonna cook tonight?" or "wahh our groceries for our hostel this time..." gwrahaha.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To end this kecoh times, a mercedes cab came!!!!! :DD I mean it;s so unglam lah. We got like plastic bags after plastic bags of groceries (costing over $100!). Adn we just dumped it to the cab boot. And then, plopped down on the nice black seats. Mmmmmh, what a day to end the grocery adventure. &amp;amp; woohoo. back to our hostel! nyeahahahgahahwgahgwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;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;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:130%;"&gt;That's about it.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes, please be a dear and say smthg nice abt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; tagboard&lt;/strong&gt;. It's called investment okay. Not easy to let go of the previous one. but i did(: LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115012088102991976?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115012088102991976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115012088102991976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115012088102991976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115012088102991976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-new-tagboard-do-you-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115003948933003633</id><published>2006-06-11T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:34:34.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kc girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know this is damn random &amp; wtf. But i gotta let it out of my guts, stomach, head, mind, heart, lungs, skin, hair, eyes, throat, mouth, tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;_ _ GIRLS ARE SLUTS/BUSTARDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh sluts, bustards. They're the same thing. All girls schoool, what can i say. But this particular one. I cant stand the way they act all cool &amp;amp; hot. The way they think they;re the chicest mamas in town. The way they snatch up attached guys like whores. The way they have sex freely. The way they steal boyfriends without guilt at all. The way they seduce time and again. The way they shamelessly push up their &lt;s&gt;bras&lt;/s&gt;breasts in public. &lt;strong&gt;gawd, help these girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you're a _ _ girl, please do not feel spammed by me. &lt;strong&gt;I'm really sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. But it must have been the very few who caused this phrase. It's not representative of all. So, sorry sorry sorry, forgive my rubbish here. Maybe i;ll wake up from the fallacies i;ve stated here. For now, have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115003948933003633?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115003948933003633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115003948933003633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115003948933003633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115003948933003633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/kc-girls.html' title='kc girls'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-115000696785588525</id><published>2006-06-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:22:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newskin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I KNOW I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;. It's so &lt;strong&gt;self-obssessing&lt;/strong&gt;. I've been putting skins with my faces at the back. And yes, I think my face looks damn cartoon. wahahaha.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But smiles should always be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;. Not like those close-mouth-and-tighten-the-sides-to-make-cheeks-look-chubby or take-photos-above-the-head-and-act-like-you-have-a-chiselled-nose or im-looking-away-but-im-smiling-with-my-cheeks-puckered-up. WAHAHA wtv hidayah.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WELL, &lt;strong&gt;nevertheless.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENJOY ;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. I'm going for &lt;strong&gt;mish's sister's birthday thingy&lt;/strong&gt; with shaun. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fwahaha roar :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;spinning: &lt;strong&gt;Emotional Rollercoaster&lt;/strong&gt; by Vivian Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-115000696785588525?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/115000696785588525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=115000696785588525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115000696785588525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/115000696785588525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/newskin.html' title='newskin!'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114986258790843208</id><published>2006-06-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:50:27.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chineseshowending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG the ending of the chinese show, Women Of Times was succchhhh a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;idiotic bodoh gundu kemama banglaa shitass dongdong slutslugslag toot toot shitasss bustard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEAT FEEEELINGS&lt;/span&gt; one. &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IRRITATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I hate anticlimax shows&lt;/span&gt;. Just end the show man! But noooooooooooo, they just had to make it like the stupidest twist.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Omg omg. this reminds me of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Village&lt;/span&gt;. DUMBBBKEMAMABODOH seh. It's like the whole scary hoo-ha in the village was actually some dongdongass PERSON. Just to scare the people in the village -______________________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But anyways the show not bad whatt. I like the twists &amp; all all.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;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;br /&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yes just &lt;strong&gt;put a word then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; at the back of your personal msg&lt;/strong&gt;. It;s nice, really. wahaha. Like "dong!" or "good!" or "mama!" or "lala!". WAHAHA. cause it;s italics.&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;br /&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THE WEEKENDS ARE HERE AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While some are gonna study, the rest are just gonna go out &amp; enjoy the holidays. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Both way, I find it satisfying enough :)&lt;/span&gt; Oh wait, you can also &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep the whole day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make for the lost sleep. nyeahaha. I;M GONNA DO JUST THAT. Sleepsleepsleep :DD &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 can actually form some kinda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep Club&lt;/span&gt; or something :D wahaha. People like jiaxin, mishh, farah, aisya would be amongst the first. Criteria? &lt;strong&gt;If you;re able to sleep for 15hrs and more, you're welcome&lt;/strong&gt; ;D wahahaha. 15hrs is like more than a day's worth man. Sleeping half of your life awayy. but then again, we;re just making up lost sleep.(: I really cant understand people who can wake so early in the morning!! At least 10am is okay. yahaha.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then maybe someone else can set up the EARLY LALAS. Hahaha that would be fun!! :DD&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh guess what. As expected, I didnt get my LALAS-TO-DO done. garrrhhh. &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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh guess what joash likes to do. He likes to &lt;strong&gt;attract attention to his crotch&lt;/strong&gt;. -speaks seriously- I'm serious. He really does. From his phone, to other pple's phone to my phone to the pens dropping down there to the paper flying to that spot. IMAGINE. And omgodd junji&amp;joash have started this boobs alliance. arrghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh guess what! Okay, guess again. wahaha. Welsonn got mish to develop this UNGLAM photo of me during band dinner. some kinda solo photo. Omg im gonna die of embarassment. "IM GONNA SHOW THE WHOLE WORLDDDDDDDDD." O.O See how traumatised I am. gaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yay my sunday is filled with some kinda KID'S BIRTHDAY PARTY at mish;s house! Oh oh. No, it's not her birthday. But her younger sister's. So fun right! wahahaha. the last kid's birthday party i had was of my niece's. She had it at the KFC chicky Fun Club at the Zoo! Note the "!" in that. such fun &amp; excitement. gwahaha. So yay. Im wondering what to get for that small kid. She;s really cute okay. I once stole her Happy Meal box when mish had to buy her food. &amp; yes i took it. I used it for the Baby Project. wakaka.&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;Shaun was like. "Oh just go Mini Toons! And just spend $10, she'll love you. You spend $20, she kiss you also." Right -.-&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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm really really going off track lah okay. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop looking at me in that way!&lt;/span&gt; It's just that&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; I love blogging&lt;/span&gt;. Butttttttt it;s get veryvery mundane once i have nothing real wow wow to talk about. hah.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ENJOY THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVELYLOVELY&lt;/span&gt; WEEKENDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, HIDAYAH(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;End Of The Road&lt;/strong&gt; by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114986258790843208?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114986258790843208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114986258790843208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114986258790843208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114986258790843208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/chineseshowending.html' title='chineseshowending'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114976269538329023</id><published>2006-06-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T04:44:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think i should just &lt;strong&gt;discard or abandon the tagboard&lt;/strong&gt; concept thing. Comments in a cute lil commentbox is like the best right? jahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there are some songs that just&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;touch you so deep inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You're muct affected by it. No wonder my brother said music could either make or break you. In a way that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if the song reminds you of something-you-hold-on-to-so-dearly-but-no-longer-do, you just break down &amp; cry and cry and cry&lt;/span&gt;. But&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; if it is a song you share with someone you love or treasure, you just smile widely and sing along&lt;/span&gt;. It can be your bestfriend even. (Stop thinking about steadies! gosh.) Sometimes, you even feel like sharing/singing the song with the whole world cause to you, it;s the nicest thing right at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes okay fine. Music &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; such a huge thing that it can make or break you. &lt;strong&gt;I wish i was good enough to sing well ): &lt;/strong&gt;or even play trumpet/cornet well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;em&gt;I'm not emoing lah&lt;/em&gt;. I mean the songs are making me! hah accidental lah. Well. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Memories are memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways see that redundant piece of &lt;strong&gt;lala&lt;/strong&gt; there? Well. I write that in my handbook. But since there;s no schoool (even if there;s remedials), I wont see it &amp; wont remember it at all. So yes, JUST IGNORE THAT LALA THERE. nyeahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just for the record. FLY KITE in 4v means &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;guys-playing-with-their-own-&lt;em&gt;lalas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you know you know, just for those who dont know. People like kekang &amp; michelle. such bimbbbs! (: nyeahaha. I mean we literally wanted to fly kite during class outing but uhhm, it rained. And they started this oh &lt;strong&gt;fly kite fly kite&lt;/strong&gt; thing. goshhh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I remembered something. Remember the time when we all thought that snogging was some gross shitass? Well haha who still thinks it is?? nyeahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when guohao used to ask.. "How you all frenchkiss sia? Gross la. Might as well spit into a bucket and let each other drink right? right right???" The rest will be like o.O haha. And now, that he has a girlfriend, bet he's done it a gazillion times. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im just rubbising my life away&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, i have nothing to blog about. (Yet i still do. hur hur.) I just came home quite early 5pm and wanted to waste my life away for awhile. wahahaha. Well. sorry for the nonsense! (:&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That fanciful impulse is a fairytale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Spinning: &lt;strong&gt;I Will Fly&lt;/strong&gt; by Ten To Five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114976269538329023?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114976269538329023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114976269538329023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114976269538329023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114976269538329023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-i-should-just-discard-or.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114968067272534493</id><published>2006-06-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:06:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxicab photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I promised to continue posting band dinner photos right? So here's TWO more. two only lah. Cause im waiting for photos from ruiqi &amp; izzati.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are photos in the maxicab on the way to The Amara (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCN0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCN0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No wonder we all call them the Do-Re-Mi of the batch. Such randomness. The whatthehell-am-i-doing-here face, the i'm-so-hot face and the i-hate-these-two-for-stealing-my-limelight face. GUESS THEM. gwahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCN0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCN0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The oh-im-just-glad-to-be-here-and-nothing-else face, the oh-im-damn-happy-to-be-here face &amp;amp; the oh-ok-lets-just-be-happy-then face. Oooohlala glam ;)&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw im starting some &lt;strong&gt;Bestfriend series&lt;/strong&gt; thing. Not that i have a million bestfriends. waahaha but it;'s a series. Glam photos in! (:&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And woohoo it feels great that we're talking again. Even if i didnt go tanahmerah this morning.. alala.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PROJECT RUNWAY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114968067272534493?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114968067272534493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114968067272534493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114968067272534493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114968067272534493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/maxicab-photos.html' title='Maxicab photos'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114961352367015669</id><published>2006-06-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:09:20.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yupyup. another day of not talking. gosh, this sounds weird. But &lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;. Hah mushiness dude. Okay i shall resolve to try waking up early for school tmrw. &amp; then, we can take fourteen together. I shall start talking to him first since i guess it;s my fault.(: Okay, tanahmerah here i come. wahaha. No wait, i cant just say anyhow. skali i wake late, mati. So waha try eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there are just certain friends whom you;ll feel lost without if you dont talk to even for a day. (Oh haha sounds familiar ;those "i'll die not meeting you even for a minute" couples. wahaha) There are other friends whom you'll just get used to even if you dont talk. They are still your great friends, but not talking is a normal thing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh you know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;. yahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114961352367015669?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114961352367015669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114961352367015669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114961352367015669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114961352367015669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/corne.html' title='corne.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114960668689349475</id><published>2006-06-06T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:55:24.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASS OUTING! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLASS OUTING WAS A BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A summary of what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soccer ball which flew past screaming heads at the school field. &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 failure pullups by the guys. Only joash could. Fats must have grown over the exams ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The ambitious cheerleader wannabe junji wanting to fly with the help of joash and dominic and eeyen hugging his waist/thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poker card games with m&amp;m's, drinks and 10cents as betting chips. (Aisya wanted poker striptease)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scream-about in the canteen creating a huge hooha with those primary school kids which had groups like "Sakae", "Starbucks", "LJS". wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever-existent &lt;strong&gt;shit smell&lt;/strong&gt; aura surrounding all of us. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The near-death incident of that soccer ball (and shawnwee) which shawnwee dropped right infront of the wheels of bus ten infront of school gate with cuthbert's jaws dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The long trudge towards 7-11 to have budget lunch. &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 discrimination towards banglas which made samuel ee scream "ANEHHHHHHHH" to passing banglas while pointing up. &amp;amp; then running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The round sit-down at void deck to gulp down hot cup noodles as it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scandals each of us had with each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another long trudge towards tanahmerah mrt as the guys initiated talks of bras, boobs &amp; good men boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hooha about joash's good boobs = moobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ride in the mrt to Marina Bay which gave start to 4v's adultery acts. gosh. &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;More screamings of "ANEHHHHHHH" to even more banglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The push-arounds on the bus ride to the bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screamings, failures, longkangs &amp; strikes at the bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more &amp;amp; more screamings, failures, longkangs &amp; strikes at the bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;steamboat&lt;/strong&gt; which costs only $10 that bloated &amp;amp; filled everyone to the &lt;em&gt;max&lt;/em&gt;.&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 droppings, spillings, splashing of oil&amp;soup during the steamboat as housewives/husbands wannabes trained early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffing &amp; squeezing of extra uncooked food in icecream plastic covers, cups, soft drink cans &amp;amp; broken egg shells to avoid extra payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, several went back to bowling, some went to play pool while a few went to watch Omens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with the Omens group with kekang, aisya &amp; cadence. Some drama kemama happened which cause us to walk from ciythall to suntec to cityhall to tm to cs to starbucks. Because the tickets were sold out. And the mama who talked on the gv hotline said "there's an error in the system" only after we made the bookings. Happened when both aisya&amp;amp;me tried. Ok fine, it;s not mama as in bangla mama. but mama as in woman dumb kemama mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp; then Starbucks (: that java chips. fahaha. &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. How could I forget. The gazillions photos taken! Okay not that much wahaha. But yupp photos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photos make me happy&lt;/span&gt; :DD gahaha.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And now I just wanna go for more outings. I mean which's better; class outings or classes. gahaha obvious answer lala.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let me see who went if i remember. wahaha dont kill me if i didnt write your name here 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;Guohao, aisya, kangyu, benny, raihan, zoe, cadence, kekang, samuel ee, tricia, gabriel, junji, joash, michelle, dominic, jonathan, baochuan, yuchen &amp; cherylann. Hanliang, shawnwee &amp;amp; maryanne ran away halfway. The rest of the class had ccas &amp;amp; some were too late to join us all ):&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;Oh you know what they said when sohweijie couldnt come? "GREAT," they wrote in the list. Hopefully more people will stepdown frm ccas soon! haha :D&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;A great day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114960668689349475?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114960668689349475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114960668689349475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114960668689349475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114960668689349475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/class-outing-d.html' title='CLASS OUTING! :D'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114952288854161878</id><published>2006-06-05T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:54:48.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114952288854161878?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114952288854161878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114952288854161878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114952288854161878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114952288854161878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-see-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114943342867709902</id><published>2006-06-04T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T08:09:22.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balloon hat festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BALLOON HAT FESTIVAL 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adverts you guys see on tv blahblah the ones where the mix &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;band&amp;balloons&lt;/span&gt;. Sculpture balloons to be worn on the head. It was &lt;strong&gt;kukulala&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two yrs rocked wayyyyyyyy betterrr. Plus, the band was much bigger. &amp;amp; blahness lah eh. wahaha i dont like this way. But the band made the best of it (: I didnt play. Most secfours didnt play. Only a countable three. But oh well. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;am proud of 'em :)&lt;/span&gt; wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Temasek wind Ensemble will always always &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;dislike&lt;/s&gt; not be fond of &lt;strong&gt;Sembawang &amp; Catholic High&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean serious. Maybe not so much this batch. But my batch and the batch above. GOSH. The band;s there are nightmares. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;From the conductors to the players&lt;/span&gt;. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. i suddenly remembered!! THE TEMASEKIANS SECFOUR BATCH. Most lah ah. Catholic high. Remember &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pahang camp&lt;/span&gt;??? hahaha our enemy that time. Let me tell you something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Catholic High came, we were bored. &amp; hating and sire about leaving that place. And what did someone decide to do? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAHATHIR THREW THE LIGHTED TORCHLIGHT INTO THE WELL&lt;/span&gt;. I swear. We were like O.O !! then&lt;strong&gt; laughed &amp;amp; laughed. &amp;amp; laughed&lt;/strong&gt;. Guilt kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we saw the Catholic High buses arrive, we knew mahathir did the right thing. The last time we checked the torchlight before sitting down, the light was very faint. By the time they came, the light went off. And i guess the &lt;em&gt;mercury must have leaked&lt;/em&gt;. MWUAHAHAHA. &lt;strong&gt;Hope noone died drinking the well water :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OAY THAT'S ALL. &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt; :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the reluctant smiley. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114943342867709902?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114943342867709902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114943342867709902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114943342867709902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114943342867709902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/balloon-hat-festival.html' title='balloon hat festival'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114935138250988939</id><published>2006-06-04T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:33:55.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND DINNER!!! :DDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm slow. Yes yes I know. But I'm gonna blog about the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND DINNER&lt;/span&gt;! If I stop halfway, it means I'm too sleepy aight? (: I thought of this because i;ve been posting &amp; posting photos. without the stuffs that happened.. ahaha.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JUST A SUMMARY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY HERE GOES.&lt;/span&gt; &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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGH SOCIETY BAND DINNER 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Amara, 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dress code: &lt;strong&gt;Glamorous posh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Arriving there in &lt;strong&gt;maxicab&lt;/strong&gt; was one thing. Having the guy there opening it for us was another (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glamness personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun helped me &lt;strong&gt;spray me hair red&lt;/strong&gt;. It looked purplish though. But oh oh, I still love my hair! :D waha the colour, that is. Corne was supposed to colour too. but pangseh-ed. wahaha. okay that's that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift up.. Exciting exciting. There were many levels. But oh, the &lt;strong&gt;ballroom&lt;/strong&gt; was at the 3rd level. wahaha anticlimax lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we arrived that level, there were just &lt;strong&gt;hordes of colours, heels, blazers and whiish-whoosh of dresses. &lt;/strong&gt;Before that, we were greeted by this cool mini photoshoot-ish place. I didnt realise until izzati told me. There's just a piano. And that;'s all. Who could ask for a better backdrop. As we advanced to the entrance of the ballroom, everybody was greeted by each other's "HI!!" or "OMG DRESS!" or "HEYYYY LONGTIME NVR MEEET!" It was just a great feeling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offered drinks. Signed the guestbook. Got the table number. And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont think it;s a ballroom&lt;/em&gt;. waahaha! But oh well, &lt;strong&gt;beautiful room&lt;/strong&gt;. What caught my eyes was the rostrum &amp; the four mikes on stage. And guess who were there! First I saw Hoyin. ad then, james cute. The AV CREW! &lt;strong&gt;Temasek's av crew!!&lt;/strong&gt; haha surprising seh. They were such nice freaks (: helping out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thingy started with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Principal's Speech&lt;/span&gt;. Let me tell you excerpts of it.. "Sorry Mrs Tan and myself are looking very unglam, we were from a workshop in jurong and didnt have time to change. So we arrived here early &amp;amp; rested for a while.." Also, "Oh yes, I realised that most of you were trying to avoid Mrs Tan and myself when you see us. Maybe most of you are just afraid that we'll go 'pull down your skirt!', 'flatten your hair!' But today, we're not going to do that..." And, "..band was the first cca which caught my attention. You invited me to your Passing Out Parade as a guestofhonour &amp; I was attracted to this cca.." Okay what else. "I am glad to be here tonight.." Okaylah excerpts only. enough! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh bytheway, at the vip table was the principal, viceprincipal, mr eng, mdm sharifah, mrs ho, ms lela, mr oh &amp; mrglosz.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope mdm sharifah becomes the head in charge or something. I trust in the force. Not like the other lalas. Oh yes! Heard that mr eng forgot abt the dinner! so poor thing (or just gundu). And he wore what he wears everyday. I swear. gahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was an item by yimei, ansley, xingwen &amp; zat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All My Life&lt;/strong&gt; by KCi&amp;amp;Jojo. As mrglosz says "maybe they should improve their vocals ahh..." Hahaha slut him. But okay lah, it was nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOOOODDDD!!! &lt;/span&gt;The food. got alot of lala lah. Like there's this whole japanese place with half-cooked thingys &amp; sushi. Also, there's curry and lala. ALOT LAHHH :DD wahaha I just tooookk. &amp;amp; oh yup, soup tooo.(: FOOOODDD. that;s what it;s all about man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desert rocked ass too. The cake was nice lah. not bad ;D Then ithinkcorneoradam though that the Red Bean Soup was some jelly. HAHAHAHAHA imagine their reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; awards presentation&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;norm band members.&lt;/strong&gt; And CORNE was supposed to do the speech on behalf of all of them. It was looonngggg. THREE&amp;HALF PAGES. hahaha. But it was touching, sweet. His personal experiences, everything. Nicceeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then EAT AGAIIINNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLs &amp;amp; ALs&lt;/span&gt;. They stand for &lt;strong&gt;Section Leaders &amp; Administration Leaders&lt;/strong&gt;. So okay.. One by one secfour was called out. I think there are more SLs&amp;amp;ALs than norm band members. Because everyone has only ONE post. Cool aye? wahaha a chance for everyone. Okay. GUESS WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE THE SPEECH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NUR HIDAYAH BTE JAIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great right? haha. &lt;em&gt;I fumbled like crazy&lt;/em&gt;. Zat called me in the afternoon asking me to do it. &amp; i said okay cause i thoguht i could do it.. But nooooooooooo. hahaha I forgot about it. until I met corne.! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. While corne was making his speech, jiaxin&amp;amp;adam were helping me with the speech. They just wrote and wrote. Omg i dunno what to do without these darlings. &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU ADAM &amp; JIAXIN!! :DD&lt;/strong&gt; And know how i fumbled? I didnt get a chance to read before the speech itself.. So.. I mispronounced alots like, ELITE. I read it as eh-lit, ee-light, ee-lit. Dont know what i was reading. But eventually, it kinda made sense. (: Thanks again, guys. And then below the paper, "THANK THE ALUMNI &amp;amp; TEACHERS &amp; GLOSZ &amp;amp; ZAT. I was like o.O !!! I started blabbering some lala. hahaha luckil;y i got through everything. Oh, i forgot the principal though. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then FOOOD AGAIIINNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;strong&gt; At last I could eat my cake &amp; deserts in peace (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Council&lt;/span&gt;. Which includes &lt;strong&gt;eden, benny, farah &amp;amp; kekang&lt;/strong&gt;. So one by one, came &amp; go (: And EDEN made the speech. You jnow what was his first line? "OH I DIDNT PREPARE ANYTHING FOR THE SPEECH." Dang i should have said that too. &amp;amp; thanked adam&amp;jiaxin on stage. wahaha. His was the most happening because his history in band is a funny one. Just ask him if you didnt go.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE COUNCIL SANG!!&lt;/span&gt; Sang sang sang. It was so bloody cute lah okayyyy :DD wahaha. It was a medley of four songs. I forgot what songs. I only rmbr Hero by MariahCarey which farah sang. And then goes on. It was &lt;strong&gt;cute &amp;amp; funny.&lt;/strong&gt; wahahaha. YAY. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;entertainment eh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about it right? Oh yes. As usual, glosz made his speech. wahahaha. His speeches are always THE MOST HAPPENING. If i could give a &lt;strong&gt;MOST PHILOSOPHICAL SPEECH&lt;/strong&gt;, I would hand it over to mrglosz(: Hahaha. It's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;inspiring, scary, funny, true, emotional, sad, happy, drama &amp; all all.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved the principal's speech too&lt;/span&gt;. yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, what did we secfours receive for the awards presentation? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A PLAGUE&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'M SERIOUS DUDE :DDD It's damn glam lah. Wait. i'll post the photo of the plague soon. It's just cool lah. &lt;strong&gt;Who gets plagues for their graduation&lt;/strong&gt;. haha(: We were all ooh-aaaahhh-ing over tha plagues. They spelled adam's name wrongly i think. AT LAST SOMEONE IN BAND CAN SPELL MY NAME WITH A H AT THE BACK AND SPELL JAIS AS JAIS INSTEAD OF JIAS. wajaja. My pop cert was Nur Hidayah Jias. And trust them to call me Jais or Ja. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY. another highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE TOILET!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. serious.(: It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; okay. Actually there's like &lt;strong&gt;full length mirrors everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Everywhere&lt;/i&gt;. The girls were going crazy. Everybody was just ecixcited. Not sure about the guy toilets though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CUBICLE&lt;/span&gt; ITSELF. Glam but not glam... Okay out of the four walls in the cubicle, three are covered with mirrors! Mirrors just above the head. So you turn left,right&amp;amp;back and you see yourself! And that's not that. The door of the cubicle is covered from top to bottom. Top to bottom. No light from outside can ever enter. And even if the girls outside the cubicle were partying, you can only hear faint voices. FREAKY RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarise the cubicle.. Imagine yourself in &lt;strong&gt;a clautrophobic cubicle with three sides having mirrors. &lt;/strong&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;door which doesnt have mirror is covered from top to bottom&lt;/strong&gt;.. Only a &lt;strong&gt;spotlight is shone on you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;you can only hear faintly.&lt;/strong&gt; Glam? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCARY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the toilet rocks butt ass&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; literally&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course in these kinda glam situations, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt; ARE A MUST!! Everyone was practically fleeting from one place to another to take photos. It was soooo fun! :D hahaha. With the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;glamorous glitz&lt;/span&gt; and alls, &lt;strong&gt;noone could resist photos with almost everyone&lt;/strong&gt;. There were some people i missed photos with ): like clement, victoria, zoe, yi siong, zizie &amp; so on... I took photos for some of them, but forget with them. hahaha.&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OKAY OKAY. IS THAT ALL. IS THAT ALL???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Please tell me if i missed out any part of the band dinner aight?&lt;/span&gt; thank you. &amp;amp; HAVE A NICE DAY.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp; Secfour non band members, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let;s petition for our prom night to be at the hotel!!&lt;/span&gt; Say some lala like.. "If the band can have their graduation night at a hotel, why cant we?" YAH! Somemore you can prove that SHE HERSELF went. See the rationale to it all. lalala.(:&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WILL POST MORE PHOTOS SOON :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOODNIGHT&amp;amp;GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/14976308-114935138250988939?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114935138250988939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114935138250988939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114935138250988939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114935138250988939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/band-dinner-ddd.html' title='BAND DINNER!!! :DDD'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114923224250620028</id><published>2006-06-02T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:37:17.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSTIQUE. &amp;fun photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiaxin's &lt;em&gt;xmen craze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is infectious.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I WANNA BE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MYSTIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! At first I thought i'd be jeangrey. But it's freaky being the exorcist star of the show. lahaha. Oh yes, I wanted to be &lt;strong&gt;THE CURE&lt;/strong&gt; too! As in Leech. You know that cute looking, VERYWHITE guy. He's cute man. &amp; his powers are superb ;D wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; are of the psycho ones. Okay, NOT PSYCHO. But &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; in a way. &lt;strong&gt;Crazy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;All about the HOO-HA man :D&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha. I mean it;s like all the other photos are just formal, smileyyy and glam ones(: wahaha these photos are &lt;strong&gt;unglam&lt;/strong&gt; too ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOYYY(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bet noone saw the &lt;b&gt;red&lt;/b&gt;ness of it all. wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Corne&amp;kekang. The glam duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCF0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCF0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BIMB! Sorry, &lt;strong&gt;noone can ever be too self-obsessed&lt;/strong&gt; ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCF0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCF0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Corne, hid &amp; mish. "SLUT FACE!!" -corne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCF0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCF0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the guys dreamt of another photo together, along came/flew &lt;s&gt;mystique&lt;/s&gt;hidayah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCF0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCF0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, time to act cute. "KAWAII!!" WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCF0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCF0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One gives a constipated face, one gives the slut face, one gives a happy face, two give the glam faces, one gives the "I'm cool" face. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUESS WHO'S WHO&lt;/span&gt;. wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/DSCF0135.JPG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/DSCF0135.JPG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE THIS PHOTO THE MOST :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tinges of glam, bliss, cool, hot &amp;amp; slut. nyeahahaha,&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE.(:&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/14976308-114923224250620028?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114923224250620028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114923224250620028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114923224250620028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114923224250620028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/mystique-fun-photos.html' title='MYSTIQUE. &amp;fun photos'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114916422988601106</id><published>2006-06-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:00:39.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the man MOVIE. &amp;photoshoot photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Izzati recommended this &lt;strong&gt;superbly gorgeous PHOTOSHOOT place&lt;/strong&gt; with great lightings &amp; all. And the piano looks grand. suits the surroundings. PLUS! Russell said he's happy that his skin is flawless. hahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With this backdrop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO NEEDS PHOTOSHOP &amp;amp; A PHOTOSHOOT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO BE &lt;strong&gt;MODELS&lt;/strong&gt; :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2380.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2380.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiaxin&lt;/strong&gt;. alwyas happy &amp; blissful. haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2379.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2379.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russell&lt;/strong&gt;. MR ACTION. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2376.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2376.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mishhh&lt;/strong&gt;! Actioning on the piano. Note the absence of fingers playing. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin BIMB!&lt;/strong&gt; as bimb as ever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIDAYAH(:&lt;/strong&gt; I cant stand my super green dress =x yahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE'S THE MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. watched that with corne &amp;amp; russell. It's a great show for those girls who dream to make it big in a "guy"'s sport or world, eg soccer. So yup. Always &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;follow your dreams&lt;/span&gt;, they say. I;ll give it &lt;strong&gt;3.5/5&lt;/strong&gt; stars! Wahaha amanda bynes. Oh yes, also this show is all abt a girl being boyish, WHATEVER. But it will never change anything about you, as a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;person (:&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay. I've increased the number of posts per blog so that the photos will be more coherent. Is that the right word to use? ahah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2375.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2375.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114916422988601106?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114916422988601106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114916422988601106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114916422988601106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114916422988601106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/06/shes-man-movie-photoshoot-photos.html' title='She&apos;s the man MOVIE. &amp;photoshoot photos.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114908813670664710</id><published>2006-05-31T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T08:18:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2366.JPG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2366.JPG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nani hid farah &amp; izzati :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;manymanymanymanymanymanymany&lt;/span&gt; photos from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Band Dinner.&lt;/span&gt; &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;STAY TUNED FOR MORE &lt;strong&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;STORIES&lt;/strong&gt;SSSS :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I make people live in &lt;strong&gt;agony&lt;/strong&gt; by putting ONE everyday? I should do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna put &lt;strong&gt;one photo everydayy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE PER DAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Must save the drama&lt;/span&gt;. Keeps me from typing too much rubbish on my blog (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay fine nolah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll put according to "theme&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; If you know what I mean (: wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/123_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/123_2367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look closer for details lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114908813670664710?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114908813670664710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114908813670664710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114908813670664710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114908813670664710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/nani-hid-farah-storiesssss-dddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114891549326515275</id><published>2006-05-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:11:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; x-men&lt;/span&gt; again!!! :DDD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wahaha &lt;strong&gt;rocked ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TOMORROW'S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAND DINNERRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG I CANT WAIT. SO EXCITINGGGGGGG. WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114891549326515275?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114891549326515275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114891549326515275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114891549326515275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114891549326515275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/watched-x-men-again-ddd-wahaha-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114881648764325698</id><published>2006-05-28T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T04:47:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If given &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the choice&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;Dark, muscular, funny.&lt;/strong&gt; yet unromantic.&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;strong&gt;Hot hot hot, street-wise, smart.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yet impatient.&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;strong&gt;Funny, kind, light-hearted.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yet not serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` &lt;strong&gt;Sweet, romantic, cute.&lt;/strong&gt; yet cunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Whose side are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on?&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay.that sounded so &lt;strong&gt;x-men.&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha. The one where you have to make the choice. qahaha.(:&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114881648764325698?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114881648764325698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114881648764325698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114881648764325698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114881648764325698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-given-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114881505047064730</id><published>2006-05-28T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T04:17:30.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nur Hidayah Jais&lt;/strong&gt; in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, &lt;strong&gt;dress.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114881505047064730?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114881505047064730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114881505047064730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114881505047064730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114881505047064730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/imagine-nur-hidayah-jais-in-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114864754667428815</id><published>2006-05-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T05:45:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naz's post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I;d like to display a paragraph &lt;a href="http://www.mylittlelimelight.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;naz's blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which &lt;strong&gt;i like the most&lt;/strong&gt;. It may be irrelevant to you lah haha. But still, lala it's something&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; still close to my heart&lt;/span&gt; (: plus it;s soooooo naz.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"This Malay thing is so reuniting OOB after such a long long time. It feels nice to have all again. Just like the old days. Oh how much fun we had and how much things we had to go through and they even remembered all those names that used to appear on my table one after another. Haha, I wonder. Where in the world is that beautiful table of mine which couldn't be clean totally. It had nice notes from Farah, Pam etc and I remembered all of 201ers used to sign on one whole table. Where is it now? Oh the beauty of that table. And what happened to Hidayah's table which was splattered with blue ink? And the love of it all, the cupboard that used to be filled with Welsonn's homec foodstuffs. And there Jacq getting all angry over the messy cupboard. AHH. The olden days. I feel so old now. I dont wanna grow old. I dont freaking care about the NC-16 movies or the M-18 movies. I just want to be young again. NO, wait. I AM STILL YOUNG, CUTE &amp; INNOCENT. Beat that."&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;CATCH X-MENNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:DDD&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;You'd be &lt;strong&gt;surprised &lt;/strong&gt;at the ending. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rocks man.&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/14976308-114864754667428815?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114864754667428815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114864754667428815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114864754667428815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114864754667428815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/nazs-post.html' title='naz&apos;s post'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114856206585199635</id><published>2006-05-25T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:37:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-MEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;X-MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ROCKED ASS BUTT MAMA SHIOKKE&lt;strong&gt;NENEHHH&lt;/strong&gt; ;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! Loved it to the max sia. Wonder why the reviews were bad. hmpffhpphhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.5/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY MINUS 0.5 FROM THE MOVIE??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because. Okay let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It looked like some Exorcist or Emily Rose at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;2) Didn't show &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;much of darling hunky lovely Angel.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sexy Mystique was also cut-off.&lt;br /&gt;4) So was stylo Cyclops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE CURE&lt;/span&gt;. The cure is a mystery, but it's damn cool. I love it. cute also lah.wahaha. I'll try not to reveal too much(: lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &amp;amp; &amp; I am still sad Pyro went to the bad side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was great lah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The action, explosion, fights, war, blahblah&lt;/span&gt;. feeweet. &lt;strong&gt;The people were hot too.&lt;/strong&gt; Everything;s great lah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for hidayah likeables&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha wtv hidayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it;s really been a long time since i last went out with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ayu &amp; farah &lt;/span&gt;(: yayyy. now i dont really have to say i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear i didnt know that i didnt tell you guys that i wasnt watching with you guys. okay i sound whiny. hurrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG JOHN SILVERS HAS THIS &lt;strong&gt;CHEESE FRIES&lt;/strong&gt; THING&lt;/span&gt;. I know i know. I'm damn slow okay blahblah. But there is! It's called some Cheese Salsa. It's fries dipped in the Salsa Cheese lah (: Okay Salsa Cheese or Cheese Salsa, WHATEVER. lahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE COMING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; CHEER CHEER CHEEEERR.!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I remove the tagboard?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm quite uhh sick of the way it looks. hah. Or should i replace it with the Comment Box after each post? Or abolish this communication system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahhhh.&lt;/span&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/14976308-114856206585199635?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114856206585199635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114856206585199635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114856206585199635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114856206585199635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-men.html' title='X-MEN!!!'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114847354599042425</id><published>2006-05-24T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T06:00:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.relationships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's hard having to &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; but try to &lt;em&gt;forget &lt;/em&gt;him by immersing yourself with other other thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. It is agreeable (or at least for me), that we have crushes almost all the time. We get "turned on" by some random guy/girl. &amp; kaboom, little feelings of attractiveness are there. Well that;s about it. It stops there. Fullstop. I do have several crushes. Two mini ones at the moment. It's quite funny if I say them. &lt;strong&gt;Do you want me to say?&lt;/strong&gt; It's no big deal since it's just a crush &amp; it;ll go away soon. LOL:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, &lt;strong&gt;you;ll always think about the one you like&lt;/strong&gt;. And know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You deny yourself of life's little pleasures&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, having a boyfriend/girlfriend. how to deny yourself? Just keep thinking of &lt;strong&gt;the shit you went through when you had your nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;. The nightmare doesnt have to be anything psychotic like your girlfriend threatening to kill you, but it can be little breakups which barely passed a month or finding out that she/he is actually a lesbian/gay. Sad case huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do that, you realise that you don't want to hurt yourself all over again. ALL OVER AGAIN. How painful is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling corne the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, you;ll probably be the &lt;strong&gt;happiest person&lt;/strong&gt; on earth at that moment of time&lt;/span&gt;. You have great times together. &lt;strong&gt;Priceless moments&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Everytime&lt;/i&gt;. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things will be at its most positive and happiest for you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Not much pms, not much egoistical nonsense. &lt;/strong&gt;Bliss bliss. That's what they alwyas say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PURE BLISS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. &lt;strong&gt;When you breakup, it'll be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most painful&lt;/span&gt; moment of your life&lt;/strong&gt; (besides the death of your loved one or idol). Get the point? Irony, ain;t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most relationships don;t last anyway&lt;/span&gt;. But we know we &lt;strong&gt;enjoyed it while it lasted.&lt;/strong&gt; But when it's all ovr. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The healing process differs&lt;/span&gt;. For some, they never heal, hence resorting to the wrong path. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wrong path&lt;/span&gt;. what does that mean? &lt;strong&gt;Homosexuality or lebianism&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean it's true. They are too heartbroken. Let's pray and hope they go back to the right path one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is those who actually &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; returned to the right path. Woohoo good. congrats. But sadly, for some, there;s this&lt;strong&gt; tendency to curve back to the wrong path.&lt;/strong&gt; And for their boyfriends/girlfriends, it;s saddening. Really is. I empathise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. there's the case where you;'re just pretending or playing with the idea that you are a bisexual partner with a close friend of the same gender. And woohoo guess what? &lt;strong&gt;She;'s &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bisexual&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not freaky as in freaky &lt;i&gt;freaky&lt;/i&gt;. But freaky in a way that you wonder whether she really liked you &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; way before. I mean, I'll be quite flattered. &lt;strong&gt;Being flattered because you know someone(s) like(s) you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH who wouldnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So the heartache of denial still continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the &lt;strong&gt;most painful&lt;/strong&gt; when it was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COULD-HAVE-BEEN&lt;/span&gt;. You know you could have been with that person. Or you know you could have been with that person for &lt;strong&gt;a longer time&lt;/strong&gt;. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it;s even worse when you're&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; living in denial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And yet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the person you like has the same mutual feelings.&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you just have to reject him/her right in the face.&lt;/span&gt; Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about being single. Those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; ones? Another heartbreaking lot. To their friends, of course. Not their spouses. HAHA SPOUSES. Eh true okay. They are like married or engaged or something only to break up soon. hurhur. Planned to marry. but failed. lol so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they &lt;strong&gt;start to be irritating&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;forget their friends&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;leave them alone and only lie back on their friends when they feel rejected&lt;/strong&gt;. Woohoo. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Whose rejected right now?&lt;/span&gt; So don't blame whoever. But oh well. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that's the world&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I'm not really bitter or anyth&lt;/strong&gt;ing. Used to it. So yup. Am accepting such things. Not discontented. Just slightly hollering in my head. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm fineeee :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh hey. Don't get me wrong. I'm not feeling all emo-ish right now. Okay maybe I am. slightly so. But I'm fine, really! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've learnt to keep it all inside &amp;amp; be happy on the outside&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I'll stick to my principles&lt;/strong&gt;. (HAH hidayah has principles seh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until my heart settles truly, I'll still be the same hidayah I am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEERS (:&lt;/span&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours lovingly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIDAYAH&lt;/em&gt;:D&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/14976308-114847354599042425?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114847354599042425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114847354599042425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114847354599042425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114847354599042425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/loverelationships.html' title='love.relationships.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114814231049589710</id><published>2006-05-21T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:17:01.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for blanjaing corne&amp;me &lt;strong&gt;Thai Express&lt;/strong&gt; today. Today's been a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupidly hilarious day&lt;/span&gt;. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE CURE.&lt;/span&gt; You know, that band? Whose famous song (I think) is &lt;strong&gt;Boys Don't Cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. my brother loves them. &amp;amp; even has a tshirt lah. stuffs&amp;such. So we were at the &lt;strong&gt;Esplanade Thai Express&lt;/strong&gt; . And as usual, every saturday, my brother was around the area also. So we were talking after finishing foood... &amp;amp; I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh eh people! That's my brother! THE CURE THE CURE THE CURE!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; Because his back was a huge bold "The Cure" print. wahaha!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"THE CURE THE CURE THE CURE!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; Russell saw already. Corne was too blur. But eventually he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is.. We went out &amp; i called my brother. to discuss going home together. Know what russell screamed to call him? &lt;strong&gt;"THE CURE!!"&lt;/strong&gt; Omgawd.&lt;em&gt; I was cringing up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways coincidentally, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X-men&lt;/span&gt; has this The Cure thing also (: Corne says the cure is.. &lt;strong&gt;LEECH!&lt;/strong&gt; God. &lt;strong&gt;They should go pahang&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; weehoots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;Band Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;, I saw this cool dress. But corne&amp;russell call it &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Tension dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. TENSION! gosh. Because its some &lt;strong&gt;tight fitting toga dress&lt;/strong&gt; It's quite hot &amp;amp; funkily coool. I'm not gonna wear flowy flowy lah. Like long long and wow wow.. I mean it's just too heavy. metaphorically. So as to be &lt;strong&gt;fun &amp; light &amp;amp; happy&lt;/strong&gt;, hence the dress. But &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the tension dress is beautiful in a way it kinda hugs everything&lt;/span&gt;. But as they said, &lt;strong&gt;TENSION&lt;/strong&gt; -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw this other cool-looking dress. Very sweet actually :) &lt;em&gt;Thank god it's not the mushroom skirt type&lt;/em&gt; ;p wahaha. I mean no offence. But&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; im just not a skirtish or dress-ish girl&lt;/span&gt; :) hahaha. So yup it's damn nice lah! The colour rocks too. Two nice colours. &lt;strong&gt;Brown &amp; maroon :)&lt;/strong&gt; But hmm &lt;strong&gt;doesnt compliment my body well&lt;/strong&gt;. But corne&amp;amp;russell agree on that dress being great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It;'s not easy to bring guys DRESS shopping okay???&lt;/span&gt; Especially if the last time u wore dress was like 10yrs ago! Can't blame me. But it was great lah. Going every store because was searching for both guys&amp; girls outfits for the &lt;strong&gt;supersuper glam Band Dinner :)))&lt;/strong&gt; great time!! wahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like. shit&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i should have brought girlfriends instead.&lt;/span&gt; But the saleswoman was like "&lt;strong&gt;Girls can be very jealous. So it's good to have guys judge it as they'll be more truthful &amp;amp; only think of the better one."&lt;/strong&gt; I was like O.O wahaha! Oh well. I dont think &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; girls are that evil right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ruiqi&lt;/span&gt; nextweek to get it. &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna force her to wear a dress too! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should form this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not-so-girlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Eh alot of followers ok? We have normal fashion. WAHAHA. It can include people like me, mish, aisya, ruiqi, maryanne &amp; more more more. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEN&amp;amp;JERRY'S ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;rocksrocksrocks&lt;/strong&gt;. Wait. &lt;strong&gt;they are not Fishing Buddies right?&lt;/strong&gt; :D As i said, fishing buddies means GAYS. from brokeback mountain, the movie. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I messasged russell and even put it in my nickname that today, 21MAY is his birthday!!!! wahaha MALU. I really thought today is 22nd okay. paisehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohpe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry that my post is so&lt;strong&gt; mundane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLEEPY dongdong. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE CURE.&lt;/span&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/14976308-114814231049589710?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114814231049589710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114814231049589710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114814231049589710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114814231049589710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/dress.html' title='dress'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114806213336324711</id><published>2006-05-20T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:08:53.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refreshing&lt;/strong&gt; eh? wahaha. Yay it's 2am &amp; finally I'm sleepy! &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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Results have been depressing.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO TOODLES.&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%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE MY SKINNNNNNNNN :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114806213336324711?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114806213336324711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114806213336324711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114806213336324711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114806213336324711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-skin.html' title='new skin'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114796231360650035</id><published>2006-05-18T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:02:01.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da vinci code</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me just clarify that &lt;strong&gt;the names are of &lt;em&gt;veryveryvery &lt;u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;random&lt;/u&gt; combinations&lt;/strong&gt;. Because we were thinking alphabetly. S (sylvia) had to be with N. Hence, we couldnt find any other names of temasekians that we all know with the letter N as the first letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry nuriman. (:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lighterlighter&lt;/span&gt; note, watched &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; :D wagagaga. I finished the book just three hrs before the show :) haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, compared to the book, &lt;strong&gt;it lacked stuffs&lt;/strong&gt;. The book was jam-packed with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;greatgreatgreat writing!!&lt;/span&gt; :D wahaha. But nevertheless, the movie still rocked ass. &lt;strong&gt;I still wonder if the albino is really an albino in real life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TELL ME SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. At marina, after watching the movie, there was this fashion show. A fashion catwalk first, and then the swimsuit. HOT STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR X-MEN THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exactly nextweek&lt;/strong&gt;. Can thaipusam againgain. With no smt! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love of my life&lt;/span&gt; (for now) is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;johnny depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!! darling(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Oh yes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; take me to a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;japanese restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I swear to god&lt;/strong&gt; i hate japanese food. I eat &amp;amp; the food gets stuck in my throat. If i eat raw or half-cooked, worse, I'll puke. I eat so little yet i pay alot. A lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dudeee. Don't blame me for hating or helplessly being against the japanese. They invaded singapore and killed and tortured thousands, they give their fake innocent eyes with even faker lashes and plastically-surgeoned double eyelids and the world tumbles before them, they act cute, they.. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOHHNNNNYYYY DEPPPPPPPP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14976308-114796231360650035?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114796231360650035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114796231360650035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114796231360650035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114796231360650035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='da vinci code'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114787834362906712</id><published>2006-05-18T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:01:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women of times FAMILY TREE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you did watch the 9pm chinese show, you'd know what &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Women Of Times &lt;/span&gt;is. And oh yes I love the show. &lt;strong&gt;The drama, scandal, murder, seduce, romance, drive &amp; power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So four people have deiceded to start their own family too. As you know, Women Of Times revolves around a restaurant family business with ten chain restaurants and it has a rival restaurant from which it exactly copied from with the same specialty dish, abalone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. &lt;strong&gt;Take your time&lt;/strong&gt; to see through. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take your time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/family%20tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/400/family%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;In other words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun - Grandfather. &gt; Opens up &lt;strong&gt;Heavenly Smells. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruiqi - Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa - Step grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Shaun's &amp; Ruiqi's family tree. aka the Tee family.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah - Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan - Father.&lt;br /&gt;XXX - 2nd husband. Asshole. The Coook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiree - Hidayah's sister. Opens up a spa. Self entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank - Son in China. &gt; married to fiona xie.&lt;br /&gt;Russell - Police Inspector &gt; married to veronica.&lt;br /&gt;Mish - CEO of the company &gt; married to micheal.&lt;br /&gt;Rahmat - Cheatle! &gt; married to useless Siti Whore.&lt;br /&gt;Corne - Male version of fann wong. CEO too &gt; married to Oprah's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Shaun's &amp;amp; Vanessa's family tree. aka Tak family.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia - Single parent. Opens up &lt;strong&gt;Smells Heavenly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nuriman - Dead husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYY - Seducer. Destroyer. The woman with affairS. Steals Heavenly Smell's recipe!&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ - The fat man. Sylvia's business partner. Cunning toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random people&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond - From the Caretaker Agency. Shaun's old &lt;s&gt;flame&lt;/s&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;Chung Son - Cheongsam seller.&lt;br /&gt;Marco - Chee ko pek.&lt;br /&gt;Eden - Paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the role of the random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Son, the cheongsam seller sells cheongsam to ZZZ. ZZZ who seduces almost every man in the family, seduces Hidayah's 2nd husband XXX. They meet up and ZZZ starts doing psycho things to Hidayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuriman is not random but because in this, he died, so yeah. He died because after ZZZ seduces XXX, XXX gets to know ZZZ's father who is Nuriman. They do drugs together. together. &amp; eventually Nuriman got caught and yeah, died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond comes a long way in breaking the family's business. Since they were babies, their (ahem!) relationship has been a close yet backstabbing one. Raymond wants to stay &lt;s&gt;fishing buddies&lt;/s&gt; friends with Shaun. But shaun knows that he himself is not &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; gonna be backstabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco aka M.Co goes for M.Roy. cause according to him, their names match. wahaha. This bloody chee ko pek likes both guys &amp;amp; girls. You're gonna see in following episodes that M.Co will be the hero in destroying the Queen Destroyer, ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden is the randomest. Yes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes btw M.Roy is a caretaker of the Tee family. Such scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can;'t remember anymre sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for those who don't know:-&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fishing buddies&lt;/span&gt;" is a phrase from Brokeback Mountain. in other words, gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XXX, YYY and ZZZ and real people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They exist. They are basically asses. yup. But i can't publish the name in case I get sued. WAHAHA.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm very very sorry if whoever's name is used. &lt;strong&gt;Sorry. Sorry. Sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. Please do not get offended whatsoever. This is just a dream drama for nothing-to-do people like us (corne russ mish shaun me). &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEERS(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DA VINCI&lt;/strong&gt; TOMORROWWWW. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeah no schooooooooool (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114787834362906712?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114787834362906712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114787834362906712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114787834362906712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114787834362906712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/women-of-times-family-tree.html' title='women of times FAMILY TREE.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114779366118838655</id><published>2006-05-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:19:41.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody &lt;/strong&gt;said forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll love you forever."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll wait for you forever."&lt;br /&gt;"Friends forever."&lt;br /&gt;"Best friends forever!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sisters/brothers forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on &amp; on. But let me tell you how stupid, lame, gibberish &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;untrue&lt;/strong&gt; these word can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did eveyrthing become forever? From your &lt;strong&gt;first love&lt;/strong&gt; to your &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone.&lt;/span&gt; The meaning doesn't come true for everybody. I've lost so many people time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember who my stupid words of "forever" were for in&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "BEST FRIENDS FOREVERRR!!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Did it stay that way? Hahh you gotta be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;one&amp;only&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Oh. You will be my one&amp;amp;only forever. I'll love you forever."&lt;/strong&gt; What a fucking liar. Hah so much for forever. If you just confessed your &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;undying&lt;/u&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; for your one&amp;only, congratulations. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let;s hope it stays that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gangs, cliques&lt;/span&gt;, whatever you call it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bloooddd sisteeerrrrsssss / brothers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gundu asses&lt;/span&gt;. A large group breaks up to even smaller counterparts. Let me tell you the truth. &lt;strong&gt;The clique hates &lt;u&gt;at least&lt;/u&gt; one of your clique members.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; At least.&lt;/em&gt; Again, I stress on the &lt;u&gt;at least&lt;/u&gt;. Why? Because there may be &lt;strong&gt;countless&lt;/strong&gt;. But it's all covered up by the large number where everyone will find comfort in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about cliques. Most people treat them as a &lt;strong&gt;back-up plan&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow what a great benefit! It may be the girl/boy you like, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, your lesbian/gay partner. Once you're played out, you run back to the comfort zone. Woww another benefit. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so convenient&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wtv. I shan't continue about this. There'll be too many &lt;i&gt;tasting the chilli&lt;/i&gt;. Direct translation of the malay idiom &lt;i&gt;siapa makan lada, rasa pedasnya.&lt;/i&gt; If you know it's you, you;'ll feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd like to see the miracle of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forever."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to say &lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;/strong&gt;to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jiaxin&lt;/span&gt; for taking band photo at the last minute. Really appreciate it. To tell you truth, i would have been really diappointed if you didnt take the photo. Because really, you're the life of the section. Wouldn't know what to do without you. really. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lurrbe euu, womanxxx(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whope. so sorry. &lt;strong&gt;Don't really feel like blogging much anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. I havent even been online for such a long time. I wanna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;marry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my bed &amp; tv.&lt;/strong&gt; And for some really really unfathomable reason, &lt;strong&gt;EEXXAAAMMMSSS&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe because we all could go school soooo late &amp;amp; leave early too. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WAKE LATE:D&lt;/span&gt; And my brain is &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; churning it;s engines. whooot although it's not gonna show in the results tmrw. It's just warmup, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I hate those freaks who get 35/40 and say "wahhhhlaooo I get so low sial" while peering onto your paper which says 15/40. Fucking purposely. (This is just an example. All marks are fictionous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I've been listening to &lt;strong&gt;Stickwitu&lt;/strong&gt; by Pussycat Dolls &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Open Your Eyes &lt;/strong&gt;by Alterbridge &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Here Without You&lt;/strong&gt; by Three Doors Down &amp; &lt;strong&gt;The Loneliness&lt;/strong&gt; by Babyface. I must admit they are long-time-ago songs. But it really gets me hooked for some reason. (: &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;Some songs really make me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people. I must admit that the two posts before this was a psycho one. Psycho. But hah that doesnt change my &lt;strong&gt;hatred &amp;amp; perception&lt;/strong&gt; towards Japanese &lt;s&gt;freaks&lt;/s&gt;. Oops, I meant girls. gahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; oh yes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eat cheesecake :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;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/14976308-114779366118838655?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114779366118838655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114779366118838655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114779366118838655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114779366118838655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/forever.html' title='FOREVER.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114744882461359556</id><published>2006-05-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:47:04.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;POSEIDON.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was supposed to blog about this like lastnight, &lt;strong&gt;11may'06.&lt;/strong&gt; But I was having my dumbdumb headache. as usual. But ytd was really bad as i ...&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;okay wtv. hahaha LAZY WANNA BLOG.&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;POSEIDON ROCKS ASSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt; today. See &lt;strong&gt;mish's blog&lt;/strong&gt; for stuffs lahh ah. I lazy wanan blog today. Dunno why. when it's supposed to be what i do at home. HAH.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. &lt;strong&gt;Lords of Dogtown was so sad!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; whoops (:&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;LAZY TO BLOG.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOODNIGHTS PEOPLE.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And what's with the tagger striking back. I meant blogger.. &lt;strong&gt;loveloveloveee&lt;/strong&gt; blahblah. gosh. traumatising. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114744882461359556?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114744882461359556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114744882461359556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114744882461359556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114744882461359556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/poseidon.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114726579256884418</id><published>2006-05-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T08:52:25.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>piink kiitkatxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the story of the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;+**+ii lurbe eeu+**+&lt;/span&gt; people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there came the &lt;strong&gt;aliens&lt;/strong&gt; from planet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+**+ii lurbe euu*++*&lt;/span&gt; landed on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Changi Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &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:130%;"&gt;"weiiiiixxx kaWwaaiixxXx!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First they bought the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;piink kitkatxx&lt;/span&gt; from NTUC Fairprice. The piink kitkatxx was some Japanese made. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"kAaWaaiiiixxz!!!"&lt;/span&gt; as they posed. And what did the piink kiitkatxx package say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh "This package..in JAPAN. &lt;strong&gt;For the exam periods to give each other as a goodluck sign&lt;/strong&gt;." -_________________- Russell, mish, shaun &amp; me were like o.O? haha! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"kAaWaAaiixxzxz!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;So later, these excited +**+i lurbe euu+**+ people sat down. And rUsZzeelLll took out his phone and they started taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"kaWaAaaiiiixxx!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; says everyone. The&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; piink kiitkatxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a japanese made chocolate &lt;strong&gt;represented the model +**+ii lurbe eeuu+**+ for all the world to see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oNeEe tWo thWee fOuuRrR fIiivEeee sixxx seVEn eiighTt niiinee tEeen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTICE THE PEACE SIGN. THE FINGERS ARE NO LONGER STRAIGHT. THEY ARE &lt;strong&gt;BENT&lt;/strong&gt;.!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Must be some kinda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I swear this is what &lt;strong&gt;jap girls pose these days&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"kaWaAaiiiiixxxxxxx!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sHaUunxZzx has seen the light and decided to bring in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Panda&lt;/span&gt;! (Take note of its significance :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HUGE GIGANTIC MR PANDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came this couple.. from planet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I love you".&lt;/span&gt; They &lt;strong&gt;smooched and hugged and gonjeng-ed&lt;/strong&gt; right behind the aliens from planet *++*ii lurbe euu+**+ Obviously slutting them. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;power of LOVE&lt;/span&gt; (note spelling!!) finally &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;detroyed the miiissx and miisterrx of +**+ii lurbe euu+**+&lt;/span&gt; It was that powerful. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woohoo cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notice the&lt;strong&gt; I Love You&lt;/strong&gt; couple at the back! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SELF DESTRUCTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came Mr Panda (Note the spelling; MR PANDA :)) who aided in the destruction ;&lt;s&gt;rape&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tearing them apart&lt;/span&gt;. mwuahaha. Unfortunately rUzzSsSeeLl forgot to switch on his video mode. No wait. He's no longer rUsSzZzeEelLl, he's russell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CRIME SCENE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AT LAST!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE JAPANESE MADE CHOCOLATE, piink kiitkatxx IS DETROYED BY &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. NO MORE &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"kaWaaAaiixxx!!"&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"ii lurbe euu"!!&lt;/span&gt; SEE WHAT NORMAL LOVE CAN DO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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:130%;"&gt;YEEAHHH. DUMP JAP BRANDS. NYEAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYCOTT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOOHOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. I'm gonna watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lords Of Dogtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i borrowed from mish. yay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO PAPER TMRW :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Rmbr: HIDAYAH HATES JAPANESE :DDD the girls. nyeahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody got hurt or killed in this short film. We hope to win the best short film award with a new unique concept of photos. Please vote for us. Call &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1800-221-4444&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Your votes will be greatly appreciated :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;WORLD PEACE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo credits&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casts&lt;/strong&gt;: Michelle, Shaun, Russell, Hidayah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORYTELLER&lt;/strong&gt;: YOURS TRULY :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114726579256884418?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114726579256884418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114726579256884418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114726579256884418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114726579256884418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/piink-kiitkatxx.html' title='piink kiitkatxx'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114710311531357048</id><published>2006-05-09T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:31:29.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omgawd. Is it only me or does Blogger just turned it's whole theme colour to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;BABY BLUE&lt;/span&gt;?? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me tell you about &lt;strong&gt;my, mish's &amp; russell's&lt;/strong&gt; good deeds :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD DEED DAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, the word of the day is &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DICK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/s&gt; Sorry if it's &lt;strong&gt;super obscene or vulgar&lt;/strong&gt;. It's true. Let me say a few things leading to the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shaun got &lt;strong&gt;whacked in the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!! by someone lah. gahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Rumour Has It, the movie has this famous line the Grandmother said to the Grandson-in-law, "&lt;strong&gt;Go play with your &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna talk to her.."&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Tom, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dick &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; harry!&lt;/strong&gt; All time favourite. Welsonn once talked about these three guys in the Education system for his oral presentation in secone or two. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot the rest!&lt;/strong&gt; =x hahaha.&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes at Macs, there was this guy who was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mixture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of uhhm.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOHWEIJIE &amp; MARCO &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; . Okay that's all. I swear!! Very urks. Then he thought we kept cheking him out when we kept lauhing at him bcasue he gave the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;irritating "Oh am i hot?" face&lt;/span&gt; -___-" &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;And oh yes. looks as if he didnt bathe =x urrhkkssgss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First DEED&lt;/span&gt;, there was this guy. Wearing &lt;strong&gt;black YAMAHA tshirt&lt;/strong&gt;. Before he even approached us, he managed to shout a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm not asking you to donate anything, blahblah."&lt;/span&gt; So we though like, oh okay.. haha. YAMAHA guy. Maybe he has some &lt;strong&gt;music incentives to offer or smthg.&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha. So okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with some "OH OH. FINISHED EXAMS RIGHT? RIGHT RIGHT. WHAT PAPER? OKOKAY LETS STAND IN THE SHADE." So, &lt;strong&gt;he moved us to a shade lah&lt;/strong&gt; haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started being nice first. Asking if we were taking O'levels or N'lvels and al those shit. And a lil bit about himself. Then it begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO. I'm not here to blahblah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such a great salesman, we had to buy his product. I'm gonna hush hush abt what it is. It is for some &lt;strong&gt;Elderly Organisation.&lt;/strong&gt; He even asked us to call the organisation and the professinals there would tend to ask if they really had this donation drive. hahahhaahahaha -_____"" It was funny i swear. Should listen to him talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He reminded us of Zat!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Saved Draft and when I'm here again. it's back to the brownish orange clour again. This blog page, I mean.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Second deed.&lt;/span&gt; Okay. So we were at the movie theatre. The outside. Outside of Golden Village. To check tout the movies for the next few days/weeks/months/years. HAHA not years lah. haha. We were pressing, clickclicking that AXN machine thing, when mish discovered a &lt;strong&gt;POSB ATM card in the slot still&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Haha wanted to steal, but there was a camera there obviously.&lt;/s&gt; haha! So yup I gave it back to the counter.. lalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Third deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAP TAP on shoulder. Hidayah turns.. Some &lt;strong&gt;old man&lt;/strong&gt;'s face appears. At first I thought he was gonna speak to me in chinese. But no! He speaks in english. And it was perfect too. But slow though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do you know where the Century Square Mcdonalds is?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us were huhh?? o.O There's no Mcdonalds at Century Square what.. So we started speculating the interchange one as that is the nearest and he says it's definitely not Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mish &amp; me tried showing the way. But he's like oh huh? Poor thing. And guess what? right then, we were deciding to go lunch there! haha luck :D So &lt;strong&gt;we led him there&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh such &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kind souls :D&lt;/span&gt; He kept going on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like "I'm meeting my old friend at mcdonalds Century Square."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Repeating over and over aga&lt;/strong&gt;in. okay poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were gonna cross over to the CPF building. And know what happened? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"OH THERE YOU ARE!!"&lt;/span&gt; We turned and saw this woman with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super bimb umbrella&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; huge bimb specs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tapping the old man's shoulder and right at that moment, he held her hand. &lt;strong&gt;Held her hand&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Held her hand&lt;/em&gt;. Haha i mean, it;s quite scandalous lah. =x haha! OLD FRIENDS?? right mister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were bimb-ing lah talking abt how Century's mac moved to Tampines Mall -___- No right? hahaha. It;'s okay. Must be they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rekindling old flame&lt;/span&gt;. woohoo. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cute things :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4th deed&lt;/span&gt;. Oh russell wanted to buy &lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;. It's as if all of us turned into First fans or smthg. Must be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the X-Men cover &amp; POSTERRR!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. in love. Guess what? Was searching for the Beasties (WOLVERINE! and the other heros), but yes it's gone now. AWW. I mean so many place don;t have seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the good deed. We went to the &lt;strong&gt;poor aunty&lt;/strong&gt; to buy the magazine instead of the Buzz aunty or 7-11. Poor aunty means only newspaper or magazine vendor, no real shop(: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD DEEED OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOOO GOOD DEEEEDSSSSS :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh my. I didnt even blog one bit about the exams. =x Just saying that the paper was okay. But as usual, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;careless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yay paper starts at 1.30pm tmrw! woohoo :D Can go so late! hahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOODLUCK WORLD.!&lt;/span&gt; haha.&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/14976308-114710311531357048?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114710311531357048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114710311531357048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114710311531357048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114710311531357048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-deeds.html' title='Good deeds'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114699124221271173</id><published>2006-05-07T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:42:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not love me yet Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For those out there who understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&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;Do not love me yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For I am still a slender moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A scimitar about the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too sharp to touch too soon&lt;/em&gt;.&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;Before I'm touched, I need to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More full in golden light;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to smile upon my earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And rule some patch of night.&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 need to know what roads and fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lie in my domain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And dull my brand new ecstasies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With sophomoric pain&lt;/strong&gt;.&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 need the love of some blank boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As cold and dark as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;we might grope in ignorance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And fear of what might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then when I'm silver bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And know what I can hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, then, perhaps, &lt;strong&gt;we could&lt;em&gt; try&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you're not too old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this poem from my brother's project for literature. (:&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;haha.&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/14976308-114699124221271173?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114699124221271173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114699124221271173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114699124221271173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114699124221271173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-not-love-me-yet-poem_07.html' title='Do not love me yet Poem'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114690019381526179</id><published>2006-05-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:30:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh I forgot to say what else the primary school kids say, in my &lt;strong&gt;previous post&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i was speechless, they laughed at me like crazy. Know what else they rubbished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONTINUED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: speechless O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the other pri school kid&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAGAHAKHAHAHAHAAHKKAKAKAHAHAKAHAKAHAALALA LAUGHLAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same kid&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paiseh paiseh makan tosei, berak cair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAKHAHAHAHAKAHAKAHGAGAGAGAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that mean? It;'s some malay primary school rhyming thing. &lt;s&gt;Even i know it =x&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mish wants to go&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Poland&lt;/strong&gt; to study with some caucusion guy to learn flute so that she can &lt;em&gt;quit school and not study anymore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes. Is &lt;strong&gt;Cascada&lt;/strong&gt; some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;technoish&lt;/span&gt; singer guy/girl? &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I hate techno =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14976308-114690019381526179?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114690019381526179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114690019381526179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114690019381526179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114690019381526179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-i-forgot-to-say-what-else-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114684092856645979</id><published>2006-05-06T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:27:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAYYY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CELEBRATION&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It just feels like a celebration&lt;/span&gt;. What's with the &lt;strong&gt;heavy papers over&lt;/strong&gt;. Ss, history, BIOOOO, and half of each maths. Well there's chem left blahblah all those stuffs hahaha. But boohoo, basically the whole graduating cohort (except the smart ones) except 4U and 4N are slightly celebrating. gahaha. We had our heavy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;The papers,.. were HARD&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Killers. What else sia. From malay to bio to Amaths to blah. &lt;strong&gt;Amaths was the killer or all killers&lt;/strong&gt; haha. Only Emaths justnow was slightly YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok okay enough of this talk. &lt;strong&gt;EXAM TALK&lt;/strong&gt;. ee eeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY TONIGHT'S THE FIRST NIGHT SO MANY PEOPLE ARE ONLINE SINCE THE EXAM PERIOD STARTED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the truth&lt;/span&gt;. You should see the exam period. gahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about &lt;strong&gt;primary school &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their pants, correction shorts are super duper short that we call it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT PANTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT PANTS!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. &lt;strong&gt;Hilarious shit.&lt;/strong&gt; But really haha. It's so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;short and tight!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT PANTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my adventure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mish, des, corne &amp; me were in the bus. It was raining. blahblah. After our stop, about &lt;strong&gt;three Temasek Pri kids&lt;/strong&gt; got up the bus. They were holding cup noodles. Cup noodles, omg i was so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAST FORWARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were getting down the bus, all three of them (corne, mish and des) were talking LOUDLY about how shortpants-ed they were. We call it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot pants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lah right. So they talk talk. And that ONE comment i made about them got back to me, &lt;strong&gt;backfired&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YALAH, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walao so &lt;strong&gt;hot pants&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pants so tight and short&lt;/strong&gt;. Shorts so short! HAHAHA. hahaha lol lol lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the kids : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DARE YOU CALL ME SHORTIE??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.O -speechless-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i;d be speechless lah right. He slutted me righ back! But with the super high voice though. Typical hot pants voice. But after that i laughed like crazy. damn funny lahhhh. Like p2 or p3 okay! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At KFC, we saw corne's ex piano session guy. Corne was telling some story about the guy being always sian-ed or slutted by the piano teacher being compared to corne. In other words, saying that corne is very good and all &amp; he sucks =x hur hur hahha. He was a VS guy. &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;goodlooking&lt;/em&gt; too lah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, desiree was just like making slut comments like "hey CORNE, you got PIANO right???" And I'll be like "CORNELIUSSSS, my fingers too short to play piano. Stuffs &amp; such.  Oh yeah, my fingers ARE too short to play piano. Guitar too ): haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we saw him later at MPH.&lt;/span&gt; Kinda &lt;strong&gt;traumatising&lt;/strong&gt; for him, i guess. Cause while he was buying food, corne told us. So we three girls kept "checking him out", in a way. hahahahaha. He kept like looknig back. Gleegully or fearfully, I dunno. Now I think about it, i think it;s the latter, looking at the way he looked at us when we looked at him, AGAIN. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must think we're some stalker or smthg! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Banquet's under renovation!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So depressing.&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elections.&lt;/span&gt; So exciting :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we're not supposd to disclose our votes (as if i'm voting) to anyone. Even my mum cant like tell my dad. So there, they;'re not telling me who they're voting for. I wanna at least know who'll be the potential winner for Pasir Ris-Punggol GRC right... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I wanna say vote for _ _ _!! But cannot lah. Okay this is quite obvious because one party would be eliminated if there's _ _ _. Know what I mean? &lt;strong&gt;gaahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mish's playing SIMS!!&lt;/span&gt; I wanna play sia! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss that game (:&lt;/span&gt; haahaha.&lt;strong&gt; I wonder if andy still plays it..&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just wanna say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;thanks AYUUU&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;chips&lt;/strong&gt; she presented me with after physics paper. gahahaha :D You know, Amaths and physics. Amaths, the super killer paper. so i felt much better when i went home. My whole family finished the other half in the canister. gahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, when I type "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;gahaha&lt;/span&gt;", it's not something I typed wrongly.&lt;strong&gt; It's a real laugh.&lt;/strong&gt; Try laughing lah, it sounds real okay. hahaha GAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and so I'll go back to people celebrating. I mean I saw aisya, faiz, danial, mahathir (and darren?) celebrating also! hahaha. YAY WE'RE NOT ALONE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, please say you &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; going to those kinda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stationery shops&lt;/span&gt;; Popular, Evergreen, MPH, Times, blahblah. All these &lt;strong&gt;book aura&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. I mean, not say i go SHOPPING for stuffs &amp; such. But you know, it's damn cool lah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;checking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ("Checking out" reminds me of the vs guy we traumatised =x) the new stationeries, &lt;strong&gt;I like (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the fys (five-year series) And stamps &amp; notebooks &amp;amp; highlighters &amp; penknives-sold-in-a-bulk &amp;amp; files &amp; stickers &amp;amp; pen refills &amp; comp games &amp;amp; magazines &amp; new book arrivals &amp;amp; MANYMANYMORE! :D hahahaha. Ok, maybe not stickers. I mean, I know I don't check out stickers! It's haaha. Oh yeah the new arrivals or the bestsellers are cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;strong&gt;Biography section&lt;/strong&gt; because it has True Story books. You know, like A Child Called It. The super sad story ): Oh yes and the &lt;strong&gt;Fiction section&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;psycho books&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAHH &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; MAGAZINE COVER IS GORGEOUS!!&lt;/span&gt; What's inside is even better!! :D &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This whole gigantic&lt;/span&gt; (haha not THAT gigantic lah haha, huge :))&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; poster of the &lt;strong&gt;X-Men!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I love X-men&lt;/strong&gt;. It's cool shit :D wahahaha. yay im so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many new movies lah :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mission Impossible 3&lt;/span&gt; (which I'm not too in love with), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 2!!!, X-MEN!!!, Da Vinci Code, The Wild&lt;/span&gt; (very madagascar!) &lt;strong&gt;&amp; loads more :D&lt;/strong&gt; Haha save money. can splurge on movies nextweek! I can slack like crazy on wed afternoon. Because I don't have a paper on thursday:D yay yay!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all lah I guess. Will chiong for Chem, half of Amaths &amp;amp; also half of Emaths. lalalalalalalala &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE CHEMISTRYYYY. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE PHYSICSSSS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You don;'t have to be really good at the subject to love it right? &lt;/strong&gt;haha. Eh right right?? I mean I really love physics but my results wow, vary from one test to another. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will sleep againnnnnnn&lt;/strong&gt; :D yay yay. Well, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODNIGHTS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes YOU, if you read my blog, please tag something. Eventhough i refuse to see you, I wanna know. &lt;strong&gt;hah i doubt so&lt;em&gt;. slut&lt;/em&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/14976308-114684092856645979?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114684092856645979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114684092856645979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114684092856645979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114684092856645979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/05/yayyy-celebration-right.html' title=''/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114628799343443547</id><published>2006-04-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:49:21.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus before exams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.20am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY ACHIEVEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; So i thought i was gonna wake early, eat, then study early.. But NOOOO, i just had to read a book. And what book was it? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHARLOTTE'S WEB&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Shoot me&lt;/strong&gt;. gahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the book. The farmer's name was Mr Zuckerman. Each time i read it, my mind made "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Zatiman"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sounds instead. Hahahahahahahaahaha. yahaha hilariousness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yah i wanted to change my email but obviously i couldn't think of anything lah haha. But farah's like, "but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;noizy_chocolate&lt;/em&gt; sounds very &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;I resent it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because it has the "z" instead of "s" in the noizy/noisy&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. You know how i hate all these "I likez thez letterz ZzzZzzZz" people. NYEAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow &lt;strong&gt;so little people online&lt;/strong&gt; compared to non-exam period. &lt;strong&gt;So little taggers&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyways,if people were to read my blog, I'd like them to at least &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAG&lt;/span&gt; something like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh haha hidayah you're so cute!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAKKK I WISH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolah crazy ah. Something like &lt;strong&gt;"Heyy hid :D&lt;/strong&gt;" or "&lt;strong&gt;Woohoo cool blog&lt;/strong&gt;" or "&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE LAHH!" &lt;/strong&gt;or "&lt;strong&gt;YOU ROCK&lt;/strong&gt;." Okay that last one is another I WISH thing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wahahahahaha. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the exams come again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everybody gets sick&lt;/span&gt;. One after another. Not ALL though. But most. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The ulcer in the throat, the coughs, the sniffsniffs, the headaches, the fever, the diarrhoea, the cramps, the stomachaches, the vomits...&lt;/span&gt; Okay fine, maybe noone vomitted. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; temasekians&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ADMIT IT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You dont feel as stressed as you were when it was End or Mid year examinations lastyear&lt;/span&gt;. ADMIT IT. Haha. I'm saying this because i admit that i dont feel as stressed. And glory glory, I'm SECFOUR. A few more months to the O' levels. For those un-secfours, worry lesser. Oh yeah as i was saying, it's all because of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weekly&lt;/strong&gt; Common Tests&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;s&gt;I hate saying testS because it sounds like &lt;em&gt;testis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; =x) Since we have it too often, it makes us students feel "OH wow, another exam. Another paper. boohoo." The boohoo is said in a "oh well, studying again. sick of it." Get the difference? So therefore, weekly &lt;strong&gt;common tests can either MAKE YOU or BREAK YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha wtvness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a high aim-er. But im &lt;strong&gt;realistic&lt;/strong&gt; too. Since i did real badly for my term one, which made me depressed for a moment or so, I shall aim to get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17points&lt;/span&gt; for my L1R5. Quit high, aint it? But if i get that or lower, I;ll kiss myself. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna kiss myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'll HAVE to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abstain&lt;/span&gt; (is that the right word?) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;myself from the comp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;until the exams end&lt;/strong&gt; if I wanna kiss myself or I'll get distracted,&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;. For me, it's next week wed. that's the last day woohoo. Until then, it's such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MUGGING&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEMASEK GEEEEKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; TEMASEK UN-GEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; UN-TEMASEK GEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; UN-TEMASEK UN-GEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bwahaha&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYONE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/1600/P1010509(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3804/1372/320/P1010509%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can someone translate this to me in easier malay words or ENGLISH (:&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just imagine it's in &lt;strong&gt;Italics&lt;/strong&gt;, because I go blinded with italic words(:&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;Dinging malam mencengkam tubuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kepiluan yang melanda tiada penghujungnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sendiri aku meniti masa, bertamenkan kesunyian dan kenangan pilu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Titis airmata todak berguna lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apakah daya, nasi telah menjadi burbur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Segala impian dah harapan telah jauh hanyut dibuai arus ombak suratan takdir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kini, sendiri aku menyapa malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinta yang selama ini ku nantikan akhirnya karam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay okay i tried.&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 chilling night embraced my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sorrow has no end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alone i wait for time, accompanied by the silence and sorrow memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no use for tears again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, rice has turned into porridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All these drowned dreams and hope has been brought away by the waves of the fate river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, alone I welcome the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love I've been waiting for all these while has eventually turned to dust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;TOODLES (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14976308-114628799343443547?l=her-feature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/feeds/114628799343443547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14976308&amp;postID=114628799343443547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114628799343443547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14976308/posts/default/114628799343443547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-feature.blogspot.com/2006/04/hiatus-before-exams.html' title='Hiatus before exams.'/><author><name>hid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688321224296330907</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-14976308.post-114603670750342451</id><published>2006-04-26T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:31:47.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm supposed to go for hiatus. SUPPOSED TO.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I may love the rain. But it gave me fever. today.&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As mish said, GET WELL SOON! No, NOW. hahaha. &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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span st
