<?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-25611477</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:01:21.068+08:00</updated><category term='Carrom'/><category term='pathetic'/><title type='text'>That One Girl.</title><subtitle type='html'>Hohoho!
Ask me first alright!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-4721941817159410746</id><published>2010-07-24T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:32:15.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is gonna be loaded with pictures. what's more i had my formal day on Wednesday during Enterprise. came school with my classmates, most of them. they were waiting for me and 2 others and when i came, they're like "woahhh! businesswoman come already!" hahah. very funny guys. -.-" just came back home from spending quality time with Zully. gonna spend more of it tomorrow too. yey! coming back to the story, i paid back my fasting days this few weeks. i need to fast for freaaking one month(2 weeks from last year's and 2 weeks from last last year's) haiyo! so when i'm fasting my friends were all like considerate giler lah! from eating in class, when i came in, they were all fleeing away from me. i got so left out i camwhored. haha, what to do right. some more got webcam. Monday to Friday camwhore non-stop. this week spells B-O-R-I-N-G! oh yes, when i went down to take the bus just now, i saw!!! li wei my cheena friend. hahaha, she ah, so cute. i called out her name when i saw her at one end. and then she's like "NANAAAAA!" hahah. yes, she called me Nana. orbit sak name! haha! after so many times told her not to call me with that name, she still did! oh wells, let's get straight to pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;MONDAY's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAHjoEwgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nknnuKGoiag/s1600/Picture0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497136056237343234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAHjoEwgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nknnuKGoiag/s200/Picture0326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;TUESDAY's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAJIB7NVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7FQe5zbv0zE/s1600/Picture0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497136083189314898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAJIB7NVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7FQe5zbv0zE/s200/Picture0336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAITCO2yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/k8oZrXsr5gY/s1600/Picture0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497136068963523362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAITCO2yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/k8oZrXsr5gY/s200/Picture0337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAHwl9cgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/F8vZ-cCmAog/s1600/Picture0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497136059718136322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAHwl9cgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/F8vZ-cCmAog/s200/Picture0332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;WEDNESDAY's (FORMAL DAY)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAJSlH5mI/AAAAAAAAAf4/n6MkFtC4bv8/s1600/37761_408298862030_693267030_5022028_6354262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497136086021301858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAJSlH5mI/AAAAAAAAAf4/n6MkFtC4bv8/s200/37761_408298862030_693267030_5022028_6354262_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBT_0DXTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/U_RjvMaoMqs/s1600/37493_409853989894_782819894_4525814_3134500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497137369473834290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBT_0DXTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/U_RjvMaoMqs/s200/37493_409853989894_782819894_4525814_3134500_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBVw1-bvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TUuXbsc0ywA/s1600/37761_408298877030_693267030_5022031_1292973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497137399815106290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBVw1-bvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TUuXbsc0ywA/s200/37761_408298877030_693267030_5022031_1292973_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBVK-duDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nTzY5Ifscow/s1600/34671_409854134894_782819894_4525821_6375837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497137389650163762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBVK-duDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nTzY5Ifscow/s200/34671_409854134894_782819894_4525821_6375837_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBUoRtTYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xRwYSd4FR1c/s1600/37499_408288582030_693267030_5021473_2267273_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497137380335635842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBUoRtTYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xRwYSd4FR1c/s200/37499_408288582030_693267030_5021473_2267273_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBUNlrM2I/AAAAAAAAAgI/oHhboKVeOQ4/s1600/38123_408291862030_693267030_5021614_5260604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497137373171626850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnBUNlrM2I/AAAAAAAAAgI/oHhboKVeOQ4/s200/38123_408291862030_693267030_5021614_5260604_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCYWOfFtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_feESTly4zg/s1600/35237_408299062030_693267030_5022049_1028501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497138543721387730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCYWOfFtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_feESTly4zg/s200/35237_408299062030_693267030_5022049_1028501_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THURSDAY's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCZEEvnPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XrmKrs39fUw/s1600/Picture0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497138556028558578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCZEEvnPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XrmKrs39fUw/s200/Picture0370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCY0z9mVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/PcvUAp4AHbM/s1600/Picture0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497138551931640146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCY0z9mVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/PcvUAp4AHbM/s200/Picture0363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FRIDAY's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCZSUPczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/sj4VbLoDJII/s1600/Picture0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497138559851655986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnCZSUPczI/AAAAAAAAAhA/sj4VbLoDJII/s200/Picture0376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ya it's gonna be a lot of pics, Monday to Friday some more! hahaha. got more also lah but tak kan nak melampau kan! nie cukup, kbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4721941817159410746?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4721941817159410746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4721941817159410746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4721941817159410746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4721941817159410746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-post-is-gonna-be-loaded-with.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEnAHjoEwgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nknnuKGoiag/s72-c/Picture0326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-6023606287465290017</id><published>2010-07-20T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:22:19.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEVDfMWuBbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cj5o5mglzx4/s1600/DSC043771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495873123447080370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEVDfMWuBbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cj5o5mglzx4/s200/DSC043771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ah yes. i went out again with boyfriend on Saturday. met him a while on Friday and off he went with his cousin and friends. headed to woodlands first and then to city hall. checked out bangles here and there. can't fit into any. =( so anyway, i have to wear formal tomorrow and still haven't bought any skirt! so last minute sia. today heading to ummm idk. haha. oh yes, when we got to esplanade, find a seat, sat down and start firework. i kept on capturing the photos of the fireworks. then boyfriend asked me to take a video instead of photos. hah, good thinking. then he nag nag. -.-" hahah. blur right. sorry lah! hahaha. oh yes, yesterday went to sun plaza to find my skirt. money diet kan aku da cakap. wah, the sales person ah! so fucking rude ah. when i searched for the skirt with my sister, i picked the one that i wanted to try on. when i wanted to see more of their skirt, the person pestered me to try it on right that instant! mcm wtf. and then when i tried, i didn't like it. it's sooooo loose! the skirt is falling down on my ass! some more she can say "aiya nevermind lah, can alter" alter your head lah! then when i say i don't like it and i don't want it, she immediately grabbed and pulled the dressing room's curtain with great force sey! whatthehell. pissed off per sis! hahaha. relek ah. after that, i didn't waste any time and went straight out of the store. when i gave her the skirt back, wah! didn't even want to look at me! haha. bods! like AS IF I CARE. sheesh! what a way to treat the customers! that's all for today. oh yes, zully was so happy yesterday. so proud of you babe! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEVN3Liq2jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0bxtAan1I1U/s1600/DSC043671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495884530661906994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEVN3Liq2jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0bxtAan1I1U/s200/DSC043671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;the nicest pic of firework i have so far -.-"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEVN3WnGOhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UiOKMWvhgSg/s1600/DSC04347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495884533633268242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEVN3WnGOhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UiOKMWvhgSg/s200/DSC04347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-6023606287465290017?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/6023606287465290017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=6023606287465290017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6023606287465290017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6023606287465290017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEVDfMWuBbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cj5o5mglzx4/s72-c/DSC043771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-4118399592404656812</id><published>2010-07-17T01:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T02:18:40.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TECaKZLhU6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Yc1fpXOcSjE/s1600/Picture0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494561048740582306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TECaKZLhU6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Yc1fpXOcSjE/s200/Picture0318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feeling2 sad ah. want to know why? because i only met up with Zully boy a few minutes today(on Friday). He's heading to town i think with his cousins and friends. tomorrow then get to meet him. bet tomorrow he's going to be really tired. he's up to no good tonight. heh. so last week and this week, i have been bringing food from home to eat during my second break. i money diet lah, need to save up for the July babies, esp since Zully's birthday is coming up. last week headed down town again with Zully's cousins and his alot of girl-friends. sad also lah cuz didn't get to spend the time with him and him alone. but nevermind, once in a while hang out with his cousin. see what they're like. feeling so tired now.. andand i just heard the news this week that i have to wear formal to school on this specific module. UGH. big time ah. just now in school, when i went down for my first break, saw loads of students wearing formal. some even wear like shit lor. not formal AT ALL. get the meaning of formal right, people! wth saw loads of guys wearing neat2 from the top to bottom ah, skali see their shoe, they're wearing sports shoe! haha, mrepek mrepek. some girls some more, mintak kene rogol sia. wear FREEEEAKING short skirt. walao, i'm not the one who look at girl's butt but this one girl ah. shit sia. haha. wear top(tucked in) and mini skirt! and their butt on a scale from zero to ten? zero/zilch/nil/zippo! no ass still want to wear mini skirt. i told my cheena girl-friend and she's like eeeeeee! haha, damn right eeeeee! gross out. no appetite to eat rainbow ice-cream already ah! haha. criticize people ah, i myself don't even know what to wear. hahahah. confirm got class photo when formal day comes. haha. oh yes, had tests this week and last week too. ummnot gonna talk about it. let's get straight to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChcjRNaEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/v9l7gIju9dY/s1600/Picture0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494569057267836994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChcjRNaEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/v9l7gIju9dY/s200/Picture0313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChcUR-buI/AAAAAAAAAew/NekVRX2HsC0/s1600/Picture0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494569053244518114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChcUR-buI/AAAAAAAAAew/NekVRX2HsC0/s200/Picture0225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason why my facebook kena hack recently&lt;br /&gt;click to zoom&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChRxHR0kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B0FR_u5OfOU/s1600/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494568872005718594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChRxHR0kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B0FR_u5OfOU/s200/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChQxeOYmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9twaGsncfm0/s1600/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494568854922093154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TEChQxeOYmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9twaGsncfm0/s200/DSC04310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TECgtTLqPlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CpRBRLNdxcw/s1600/DSC04322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494568245495742034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TECgtTLqPlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CpRBRLNdxcw/s200/DSC04322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4118399592404656812?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4118399592404656812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4118399592404656812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4118399592404656812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4118399592404656812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling2-sad-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TECaKZLhU6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Yc1fpXOcSjE/s72-c/Picture0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-1124298833400395007</id><published>2010-07-09T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:10:16.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDaqoq_SgPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/P-kONMbJFuQ/s1600/DSC043011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491764411336130802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDaqoq_SgPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/P-kONMbJFuQ/s320/DSC043011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My most sporting and daring (girl) friend I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She supported cancer so she decided to shave off her head. she shaved her head on saturday. so on monday, i got to see her in school. cute sia! haha. so currently I'm having my 2nd break in school. shouldn't blog, shoud study right?! some more later got UT test. zzzzz! science is such a bore! the facilitator is sooo boring! he looks like one chinese guy escaped from China. cheena abis! and not handsome langsung and yet my blind friend claimed that he's hot! wth. did my revision at home yesterday night and today morning at 5am. y? I woke up to eat before I want to go for my fast. yes, i'm fasting today. paying back the days i didn't manage to fast. hmmm.. but something still keeps me happy! i'm meeting up with my boyfriend! emphasise on the word BOYFRIEND! yey! maybe having my break-fast dinner at home? a little at home then eat outside with boyfriend while we talk about our day. imisshim. took some pictures from previous outing with him on last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDaugcDNIJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4JF_b4pT3Pg/s1600/DSC042811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491768667933581458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDaugcDNIJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4JF_b4pT3Pg/s200/DSC042811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDauhcZhyFI/AAAAAAAAAdI/zhUTrQx9hZ0/s1600/DSC042741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491768685207078994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDauhcZhyFI/AAAAAAAAAdI/zhUTrQx9hZ0/s200/DSC042741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDauhI5ZzbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ChTTxD93cnM/s1600/DSC042821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491768679972064690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDauhI5ZzbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ChTTxD93cnM/s200/DSC042821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1124298833400395007?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1124298833400395007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1124298833400395007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1124298833400395007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1124298833400395007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-most-sporting-and-daring-girl-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TDaqoq_SgPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/P-kONMbJFuQ/s72-c/DSC043011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-1382098587137830310</id><published>2010-06-30T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:30:36.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TCq_aX1LLmI/AAAAAAAAAco/UNj9K_1CL-s/s1600/DSC04163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488409555698921058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TCq_aX1LLmI/AAAAAAAAAco/UNj9K_1CL-s/s200/DSC04163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TCq_Zr_PGdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9pUTUsq2iG4/s1600/Photo0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488409543929960914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TCq_Zr_PGdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9pUTUsq2iG4/s200/Photo0239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went shisha quite some time ago with Zully and his cousin. went out with Zully first then to Cityhall to meet up with his cousin. Food at Altazaag was expensive! thank God the place have air-con(which doesn't even work!) and fans. I'd rather go shisha at the previous places I've been. now slacking in class, I still have yet to buy the casing for my lappy. heading today to Bugis with classmates to buy lappy casing. feeling hungry already! but can't eat! i'm on a money diet! later going out also eating so have to save! if not, pokai jugak aku. grades for the semester 1 tests sucks! I really have to buck up. =( i just don't get it, I did revise but scores are still bad.. bad for me lah. Friday meeting up with Zully!!! so excited!!! watching Eclipse! TEAM JACOB!!! woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1382098587137830310?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1382098587137830310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1382098587137830310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1382098587137830310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1382098587137830310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/06/went-shisha-quite-some-time-ago-with.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/TCq_aX1LLmI/AAAAAAAAAco/UNj9K_1CL-s/s72-c/DSC04163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-4117874626164076178</id><published>2010-06-06T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:22:31.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fantastic week. i get to spend this whole week(okay, the weekends) with Zully boy although i'm having a terrible diarrhea. omg, shit non-stop action. luckily it stopped when i met up with Zully. mcm lovely coincidence gitu kan. hahaha. okay, movie marathon for both of us. apart from that, did a little shopping with him too on Saturday. at least got to spend this weekend with him. it's the least i could do after i bailed on him last week. hehehe. i think imma need to take a lot more photos with him this time round. lack of photos already. ummm oh yes, on the train back home, i saw....! a couple(gay) kissing in public. i'm so happy after that. haha. my first time seeing a gay couple kiss in real life. not a moment to loose i quickly texted Zully what i saw as i didn't want to say it out. besides, the couple was right behind him. k happy! haha. anyway, apart of me can't wait to get back to school. not the study part, the seeing my classmates part. nevermind that, because on Wednesday, we're going bowling. something to look forward to, i guess. =) on the other sad part, Noni(my female fish) is dead... ='( now left Nami(male) only. pity him, since the loss of Noni, he didn't even bother to eat his food. i wanted to get a replacement but can't find a female fish. sad sad week for Nami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4117874626164076178?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4117874626164076178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4117874626164076178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4117874626164076178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4117874626164076178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/06/fantastic-week.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-6933773484926802637</id><published>2010-05-28T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:34:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh! i'm down with a fever, sorethroat and cough. and freezing right now. not good not good. tomorrow i have an outing with Zully boy! ='( met up with him just now, see how's he's doing and all. he kept asking me why my body feels hot. awww baby, because i am hot. anyway, didn't manage to have an outing yesterday with my clique in class because i have to start working already! sorry guys! hehe. next time ah kays. if i'm free again. i'm abit blur at work at first but got used to it. goodluck Wanie on your first day of work and finding the place. your pay must blanja me hor. hahaha. muker tak tau malu sak. but seriously ah, i pity her cuz she's from the east side and have to go all the way to the west. that's okay lah. not bad. but i doubt she has ever been to jurong point before. skali go there lost alr. haha. hmm, really hope body gets better fast. Zully! call me lahhhh.. iiisssshhhh! this guy ah.. tido ajer keje. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-6933773484926802637?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/6933773484926802637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=6933773484926802637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6933773484926802637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6933773484926802637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/05/gosh-im-down-with-fever-sorethroat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3466281692588326819</id><published>2010-05-26T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:38:01.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE LAST OF IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXNiGgGPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TTLazpusqgk/s1600/Picture0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417505723848946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXNiGgGPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TTLazpusqgk/s200/Picture0118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXNX_JQlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/T0RXGB6e9dk/s1600/Picture0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417503008637522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXNX_JQlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/T0RXGB6e9dk/s200/Picture0120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXM9-V61I/AAAAAAAAAcA/KLVFKjT3MZA/s1600/Picture0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417496025951058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXM9-V61I/AAAAAAAAAcA/KLVFKjT3MZA/s200/Picture0121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXMvA1WPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3jGdiDQz9z0/s1600/Picture0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417492009867506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXMvA1WPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3jGdiDQz9z0/s200/Picture0125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; been in this fucking cold class all day! and i tell you, air-con is NOT good for your skin! my skin is so dehydrated! must buy lotion already ah. anyway, school has been fun lately. adapting to the different behaviours in class fast. currently listening to songs and doing individual work. boring sia everyday in RP~! everyday do the same thing. no life, i know. luckily, on Saturday going to meet up with Mr Looove! hehe! missing him already! come home quick babe! oh yah, before i forgot, i lost my pride on Monday night at SunPlaza. got so irritated! very fucking pissed after that. the motherfucking guy said "okay, i will do that" and after that incident, i've completely lost my pride. mom was there to witness everything! ugh. call me a baby, but i cried after that in the bus! eh, cannot sey! not fair that because of him, i look like this! like what i am now! okay, pissed off le. enough about this, i'll tell you exactly what pride i have lost in pictures(if i am going to take any).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3466281692588326819?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3466281692588326819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3466281692588326819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3466281692588326819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3466281692588326819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-of-it-been-in-this-fucking-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_yXNiGgGPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TTLazpusqgk/s72-c/Picture0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-8349522599386644001</id><published>2010-05-21T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:10:08.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_af8sq3YgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vxUhrvUHajs/s1600/Picture00421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473738262247334402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_af8sq3YgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vxUhrvUHajs/s200/Picture00421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back from night-jogging with Zully boy. tired sia~! he dragged my ass of to run a 2.4km route. wth! and i can't even finish it. i'm complaining and complaining throughout the whole time! haha. sorie boyfriend! hehehe.. anyway, he asked me to echo the songs that he sung. Oh My Gosh lah kan! how pathetic/lame as it may sound, i actually did what he had told me. i echoed the songs that he sung. haha. felt a little stupid after that. haha. school was fine. rough week i must say. drama happened again. and of course more crapping from me and my friends. made videos of us dancing around in class and deleted. make again and then delete again. crap ah! haha. and oh yes, showed Zully boy the video that my friend(Wanie) took in class. it's a video of my friend(Wan) sleeping. hahaha~! fucking gayboy ah he! the video is posted at my fb account if you want to see it. funny, seriously. love disturbing that guy. tomorrow i'm out with Mr Looove again. not sure whether will be going out with his friends or him alone. either ways, i'm happy i get to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_af0OK_RDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/7cax2Pu8LDY/s1600/Picture0042+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8349522599386644001?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8349522599386644001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8349522599386644001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8349522599386644001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8349522599386644001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-from-night-jogging-with-zully-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_af8sq3YgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vxUhrvUHajs/s72-c/Picture00421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-8100663560788859766</id><published>2010-05-17T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:11:13.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_CjDV-RXPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5PG7UeU57PM/s1600/DSC037471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472052825088417010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_CjDV-RXPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5PG7UeU57PM/s320/DSC037471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went to the cinema on Saturday to watch "The Last Song". my first romantic(not comedy) movie with Zully. very sweet movie and for the first time while watching a movie, i cried.. And Zully? If it's not for me begging him to watch that movie, he wouldn't want to even watch it in the first place! haha. thank God he finally gave in to me and my oh-so puppydog eyes and bought the tickets. yey Zully! but of course, while i was paying much attention to the movie, he just sat there beside me, doing his own things and not paying attention. -.-" anyways, we went to TTSH and found out that he has an acute asthma. no wonder he have difficulty breathing at times. school cant get any boring than this! more and more, &lt;em&gt;makin tak fun&lt;/em&gt;. i'm in no mood today and i don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sometimes I really do miss you being around in my house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8100663560788859766?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8100663560788859766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8100663560788859766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8100663560788859766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8100663560788859766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/05/went-to-cinema-on-saturday-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S_CjDV-RXPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5PG7UeU57PM/s72-c/DSC037471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-2259090278016124932</id><published>2010-05-05T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:30:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S-Fy2pBbIfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0uaHJVrvToA/s1600/29974_1397631897315_1127765418_31176384_3865667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467777705654821362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S-Fy2pBbIfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0uaHJVrvToA/s200/29974_1397631897315_1127765418_31176384_3865667_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so not a good time for me to get sick! i have been feeling sick and sore since Monday! school have been going on pretty well i guess. one of the facilitator actually called me the laughing buddha. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay anyway, been feeling stressed also lately. relationship wise. some people probably would know about this, i'm not gonna mention this matter over to my blog. coming back to the situation in my class, someone have also been getting on my nerves lately. ugh. such a jerk. really ah, fucked up ah! i guess it's obvious to tell who i don't like in the class. my classmates should have been familiar about this. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2259090278016124932?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2259090278016124932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2259090278016124932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2259090278016124932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2259090278016124932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-not-good-time-for-me-to-get-sick-i.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S-Fy2pBbIfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0uaHJVrvToA/s72-c/29974_1397631897315_1127765418_31176384_3865667_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-8498179164027813449</id><published>2010-04-26T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:39:34.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CLASS OF W14H&lt;br /&gt;VERY SPORTING CLASS, GO AND MAKE GROUP IN FB labelled "W14H"!&lt;br /&gt;yah okay, this is coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHEHECK.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsQ_qPpfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/atUjY1gBtIo/s1600/DSC02246editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464392762106291698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsQ_qPpfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/atUjY1gBtIo/s200/DSC02246editted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsQVl8cnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ufFanEfr8nc/s1600/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464392750813966962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsQVl8cnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ufFanEfr8nc/s200/Picture0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this group? okay can't help it lah. i went in the toilet, cam back and they're still there explaining! ZZZZZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsQFgBilI/AAAAAAAAAbA/w8pDpxpeuN8/s1600/Picture0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464392746494167634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsQFgBilI/AAAAAAAAAbA/w8pDpxpeuN8/s200/Picture0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh my gosh Quiz, don't kill me but this pic is HILARIOUS! so like sotong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsPZbZRYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zTxQ39qg_xs/s1600/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464392734663591298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsPZbZRYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zTxQ39qg_xs/s200/Picture0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsOwaTQjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/sP-_mo8X_yA/s1600/IMG0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464392723653149234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsOwaTQjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/sP-_mo8X_yA/s200/IMG0000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its been such a long time since i last updated my blog. i was busy lately and if i'm not, i'll just say i'm busy. anyway, i decided to blog during my free time to update on the latest things so far. well, for start i got into RP with 19points. sure i got some new friends in school. things has been going well with me and Zully boy. this year, it'll be our 5years anniversary. things in school? i hate it. well not exactly hate it to the core. some people are just immatures! enough of that, i'll write about that when the day happens again. things are never better in my life. ups and definitely the downs. about the downs, im not gonna update people on this. its all in the past now, time to make room for the present. but thank God, i have my loved ones with me, especially Zully boy as he is always the one who have been catching me when i feel like falling down. no events happening right now. just school and dates with Zully, or as i like to call him, Mr Loooove. &lt;em&gt;hahs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8498179164027813449?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8498179164027813449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8498179164027813449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8498179164027813449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8498179164027813449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2010/04/class-of-w14h-very-sporting-class-go.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/S9VsQ_qPpfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/atUjY1gBtIo/s72-c/DSC02246editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-3126071704636229138</id><published>2009-11-20T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:20:45.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will post whenever I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3126071704636229138?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3126071704636229138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3126071704636229138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3126071704636229138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3126071704636229138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-post-whenever-im-free.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-8668213567412688272</id><published>2009-08-02T16:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:06:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just needed some anti-stress time now. did my Amaths assignments just now and now i feel as though I'm getting more and more stupid. okay whatever about that. so anyway, Olevels is less than 100 days away and i, typically, don't even feel nervous about it. maybe not now though. i haven't even revised on other subjects except for Amaths. how to? the Amath teacher keeps on giving piles and piles of homework, not forgetting short deadlines for the assignments. bodoh. seriously, i can't wait till i graduated! that's the only time i can treat books like frisbees! =D yey nadia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SnVW0QGfxXI/AAAAAAAAAao/szLYrpZgQ8o/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SnVW0QGfxXI/AAAAAAAAAao/szLYrpZgQ8o/s200/DSC02360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365289986757215602" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, not forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;my fave picture of kailiang.&lt;br /&gt;haha. see! who says my blog's dead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8668213567412688272?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8668213567412688272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8668213567412688272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8668213567412688272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8668213567412688272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-needed-some-anti-stress-time-now.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SnVW0QGfxXI/AAAAAAAAAao/szLYrpZgQ8o/s72-c/DSC02360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-278995780075524076</id><published>2009-07-02T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:16:07.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey. I just ate my sister's cupcakes, designed by myself. I must compliment her for her nice job in making the cupcakes, after a few tries, that is. but you know, after this try, i think i can finally compliment her for good. heh. anyway, these days, i have been taking pictures in school and kinda not paying more attention in class when i should have been. but eh, it's not my fault. this week, few teachers were involved in the AYG thingy so they wouldn't be able to make it to class. yey to free periods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, lets think back. oh yes, PE lessons. we didn't do nothing much. just sit down and talk cock with each other. haha. and sure, a couple of stupid things to do like arm-wrestling and standing up on the table and sing. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TO THE ANN JALLEH! &lt;/span&gt;haha. the jalleh kid probably know what I'm referring to. haha. anyway, today, again i cancelled the outing with, not only the study session with my friends, but also my short meet-up with boyfriend. tired ah! I'm not sure why I'm very very tired these days, but I am. well since I've nothing to post about anymore, i might as well just get on with the pictures that were taken during free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hardworking right!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky994YxThI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-IxH0ul0gok/s1600-h/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky994YxThI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-IxH0ul0gok/s200/DSC02014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353862927842627090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay yes. this is me, trying my best to entertain Amirah. haha! fucked up face!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky9-4lhr7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eTPVfB7lst8/s1600-h/DSC02028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky9-4lhr7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eTPVfB7lst8/s200/DSC02028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353862945075998642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky9-SS08TI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uz0MxXNqAkI/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky9-SS08TI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uz0MxXNqAkI/s200/DSC02022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353862934797021490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky9-D9WsII/AAAAAAAAAZo/_6UXf4qeZOI/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky9-D9WsII/AAAAAAAAAZo/_6UXf4qeZOI/s200/DSC02016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353862930948862082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then there's that paper that makes Maisarah addictive. *sigh*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky99hgHvXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PJDIaElaTu8/s1600-h/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky99hgHvXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PJDIaElaTu8/s200/DSC02013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353862921699442034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lastly, loads of pictures of ME! hahaha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkzAchcjqkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iJ3Sy2oKb8A/s1600-h/P290609_11.13%5B03%5D-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkzAchcjqkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iJ3Sy2oKb8A/s200/P290609_11.13%5B03%5D-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353865653283695170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-278995780075524076?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/278995780075524076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=278995780075524076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/278995780075524076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/278995780075524076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sky994YxThI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-IxH0ul0gok/s72-c/DSC02014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-1749796875883798484</id><published>2009-06-30T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:22:48.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkoRnv7guOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MXpYSZJyp90/s1600-h/DSC01895-tile-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkoRnv7guOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MXpYSZJyp90/s200/DSC01895-tile-tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353110481661901026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not that I don't wanna go on the study session, I'm just exhausted! haha. REALLY! and it's real close, at least i managed to text up Jerel saying that I wouldn't be coming. cuz if I didn't, I think i'm gonna be shot dead by my friends in school tomorrow. heh. and yes, I was and am feeling exhausted. probably because of yesterday's outing with boyfriend. at 9pm we went to catch a late-night movie together. Transformers. fuck Megan Fox lah! haha. I hate her! she's so fucking gorgeous! ugh. i mean, seriously, it's not her fault, i think every guy would wanna date her. but of course, if I'm a guy, I'll be 100% definite I'll be asking her for her number. haha! anyway, transformer was great. for me, it would have been better if the movie were to be shorter(?) i was getting restless near the end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey boyfriend, i love every single outing we had! and pleaaase! you know that I'll always and forever will be looking forward to each of our outing! haha. anyway, I'll be having some new teachers for some of my subjects. which is probably a good thing, i hope. heh. so, tomorrow I'll be having p.e lessons. confirm check height-and-weight. boring! and times like this, tall people will be making fun of me. -.-" i can't help it! i'm shortly-cute! hahaha! okay lah. definitely will be seeing my height getting taller...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and please oh please.&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you, whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;please stay out from my dream.&lt;br /&gt;please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1749796875883798484?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1749796875883798484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1749796875883798484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1749796875883798484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1749796875883798484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-that-i-dont-wanna-go-on-study.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkoRnv7guOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MXpYSZJyp90/s72-c/DSC01895-tile-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-4703553024168567946</id><published>2009-06-28T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:32:43.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;I've done finishing my 'dream guy' game.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkccgGUdiVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/30HTxqxYOak/s1600-h/nurul%27s+dream+guy%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkccgGUdiVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/30HTxqxYOak/s200/nurul%27s+dream+guy%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352278019930949970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4703553024168567946?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4703553024168567946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4703553024168567946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4703553024168567946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4703553024168567946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SkccgGUdiVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/30HTxqxYOak/s72-c/nurul%27s+dream+guy%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-736333897864546995</id><published>2009-06-24T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:58:10.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently bearing with the stench of the suck-in-the-shits truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;URGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-736333897864546995?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/736333897864546995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=736333897864546995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/736333897864546995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/736333897864546995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/currently-bearing-with-stench-of-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-1133798643933155616</id><published>2009-06-23T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:24:34.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since like almost everyone is posting about the sentosa trip, i guess i could kaypo2 around and add in a few sentences as an elaboration to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was fun alright.&lt;br /&gt;2. That was the toughest Dog-and-Bone I've ever had to see! so lucky i'm not in it, I think i'll die in the sand!&lt;br /&gt;3. I had my hair wet(which i already told myself not to) all thanks to Naddy the sexy biatch! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, that's about it.  anyway, i'm not sure why but nowadays I'm feeling rather dizzy. and everytime i stepped in school, be it in the morning or the afternoon, my temperature will always be slightly high. I'm not having any fever, that I can be assure of. oh God, help me get rid of this bad BAD headache! I still have yet to upload pictures and get more pics from Maisarah's camera. and I've heard stories here and there from my friends about the sentosa trip. some are just so hilarious! while others just makes me go "NO WAY!" haha. ahhh yes yes, not forgetting the fact that I got scolded from my dad about going home late. hahaha. I'm a daddy's little sweet angel you know. so daddy is always gonna be worried about me. and that's what makes my sister go mad. she claims she doesn't have enough attention from dad and all, blahblahblah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUT A SOCK IN IT SIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyhow, in case you're wondering. all pictures are being posted up on my facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1133798643933155616?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1133798643933155616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1133798643933155616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1133798643933155616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1133798643933155616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-like-almost-everyone-is-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-6479360557960956046</id><published>2009-06-11T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:49:39.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this end-of-the-post is done specially for my weird hi-bye friend. I made it SPECIAL. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am heading to Malaysia in a few more hours. wee! anyhow, let's talk Oral. I went blank but managed to talk, only repeating over the points I had gotten inside my mind. heh. so, wasn't really an effort. but whateva! It's over now. let's just wave goodbye to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we had a fieldtrip in the morning. went to Sungei Buloh, AGAIN. urgh, i HATE nature! with all the mosquitoes and mud and icky2 stuffs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menjijikkan! &lt;/span&gt;Well anyway, I was feeling nauseas the whole way from Sembawang to Kranji. headache! felt like vomitting. but didn't, so yeah. the first bite of the attack of the mosquitoes is on my forehead. the mosquito apparently is still sucking my blood when Salihin saw it. so he's like "eh nurul nurul! don't move!" haha, thanks dude. I owe you one. haha. and thanks a lot ah to my 3 girls who didn't even notice that the mosquito was on my forehead! way to go, guys! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, well anyhow, for the whole trip in and deeper into the Sungei Buloh, friends also experienced a few bites from the mosquitoes. esp Rachael. she got 8 bites all on the same spot; her elbow. disgusting much? but like she said, at least it's not like mine. hahaha. well...HAHA! i guess the mosquito just likey2 my pretty face. hahah. omg nadia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HARIS ABDULLAH&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;please! you added me up on facebook, and I was kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;enough to accept your request yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you chatted with me and suggest what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me DELETING you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;might as well you don't add me up in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and you even gave me another option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to trouble myself to get to know you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO! EARTH TO HARIS ABDULLAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;whatever for i wanna have the trouble to get to know you!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm pretty much sure, everybody doesn't want to trouble themselves to get to know someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;as hurtful as it is for you to accept this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You're not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT HOT GUY&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DYING&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okay, now I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or should I not thank you; for the fact that I'm pissed off over you and our first ever convo at facebook! sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-6479360557960956046?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/6479360557960956046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=6479360557960956046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6479360557960956046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6479360557960956046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-end-of-post-is-done-specially-for.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5457413778451025014</id><published>2009-06-08T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:07:21.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Freaking dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hope I can at least think of something to say for oral tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5457413778451025014?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5457413778451025014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5457413778451025014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5457413778451025014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5457413778451025014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5880751835028575569</id><published>2009-06-06T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:43:45.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sipsb_vLB7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0CE93F-RsGE/s1600-h/ayah%27s+bdae+cupcakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sipsb_vLB7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0CE93F-RsGE/s200/ayah%27s+bdae+cupcakes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344203136050071474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, it's my dad's 48th birthday today. celebrated at home, thinking that he would come home from work at night. but instead, he came back at 12 noon! so, unprepared, we didn't know what to do, where to hide those cupcakes. just made up a 'i-don't-know-who's-birthday' kind of face. haha. so anyway, I've been attending to a study-in-school program lately. so tiring and still so suckish. but as suckish as it may sounds, it did benefited me though. i mean, if the school hadn't came up with that program, i think i wouldn't be revising on any subjects during this June holidays. let's see, we had that program and also the motivational talk. stupid Jerel. still can't believe he called upon my name and called me short in front of the coach! grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, friends Jerel and Razi will be auditioning for the S'pore Idol. already wished them best of luck. am sure they'll need all the lucks they had. on Friday, while friends are in school attending the Emaths program, i headed out to spend time with boyfriend. ate lunch at Banquet, saw Faiz and Nad. talked to them. my food wanted to come out of my mouth when boyfriend made a joke about his all-time unforgettable crush. haha, funny. but rude. but, who cares!? hahaha. think I'll be spending less time with boyfriend, now that he has a job at Suntec. sob sob. so, until here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some overdue pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sipxp9-g1JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pJHa5sDUKMw/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sipxp9-g1JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pJHa5sDUKMw/s200/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344208873653851282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SipxpuzauhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/FvrbVssZzjo/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SipxpuzauhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/FvrbVssZzjo/s200/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344208869580782098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SipxprIM6hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yU9WD_Yqcos/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SipxprIM6hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yU9WD_Yqcos/s200/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344208868594215442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5880751835028575569?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5880751835028575569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5880751835028575569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5880751835028575569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5880751835028575569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-its-my-dads-48th-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sipsb_vLB7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0CE93F-RsGE/s72-c/ayah%27s+bdae+cupcakes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-349090472959454649</id><published>2009-05-24T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:35:25.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello earthlings! such a boring+tiring day today. lately I've been such a bore! oh yes, yesterday went to Grammedy's 80th Birthday surprise. was held at Aunt Busu's house. his reactions are super cute! i love him very much! each of his grandchild and children hugged and kissed him. so did abg Hakiem(my cousinFyza's bf). and the funny thing was, when he hugged Grammedy, he said "Selamat Hari Raya" to him. hahaha. so....haha. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, karaoke-d over at Aunt Busu's house. well, almost everyone except for me. somehow, i just don't feel like singing. oh wells. skipped the event and went out with boyfriend to cwp. had fun, although the time for us to spend quality time together was rather short. i love him! the clumsy, dorky boyfriend. =D pictures are taken at my cousin's camera, so, i'll be posting those pics once they've send me those pics(including the meet-up session's). till then, i'll keep on updating my blog with stuffs i don't care about. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-349090472959454649?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/349090472959454649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=349090472959454649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/349090472959454649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/349090472959454649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-earthlings-such-boringtiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-4625423415960604377</id><published>2009-05-19T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:11:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee gee gee gee baby baby baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! i love that song! i'm pretty sure everybody in the class are beginning to feel irritated with me and the Gee song. can't help it! they're so cute! currently learning their dance steps. hahahaaha! can you say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsessive&lt;/span&gt;? now people will be hearing me singing, and the next, they will be seeing me dancing! woo! gosh! haha, okay diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay results are out. like, the whole thing, from A-Z. anyhow, i've got bad news and good news. bad news is that i actually failed my English! haha, expected. but at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, my paper wasn't treated like some drawing paper or something, unlike some of my classmates. some of their papers are full of red inks. some even had questions written on the paper like, "what nonsense is this?" and "this is awful!(BiQi, yes your paper!)" and more. haha, my classmates were all like wtf. oh anyway, the good news is that i passed all of my subjects excluding English, that is. crap. unlike Angel who passed her English. like whateva! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, i received compliments from kailiang and jerel again! hahaha. i got compliments from them again, you know!(referring to Angel) When are you gonna receive compliments from them? hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4625423415960604377?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4625423415960604377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4625423415960604377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4625423415960604377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4625423415960604377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/gee-gee-gee-gee-baby-baby-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-2198811964872145161</id><published>2009-05-17T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:59:25.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;i had a blast with boyfriend, eventhough all we did was to walk around back and forth from somerset to orchard and orchard to somerset. haha. anyway, yesterday i'm not really sure why but i suddenly feel like as though i haven't eaten for days and am really hungry! i even asked boyfriend whether or not he mind me eating a lot yesterday! haha. told him i wanted to eat at bk, ordering the tendercrisp meal with two hershey sunday pie. hahaha. macam yer yer ajer aku. but i only managed to eat the meal and one hershey's. haha, typically boyfriend made fun of my appetite. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sg-0389J2yI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bNyYriUtji4/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sg-0389J2yI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bNyYriUtji4/s200/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682956805757730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyhow, after walking around and around from wisma, all the way to cineleisure, to heeren and to fareast, i was exhausted! haha, was lucky enough i didn't choose to wear heels yesterday. heh. went home, took pics, like finally! haha. after so long, we did not taken any pictures. now, i'm currently waiting for boyfriend to call me up. he went jb so, imma have to wait for him to get back home from his trip. BORING! come back home fast lah, boyfriend. =( oh yes, did i tell? my dad FINALLY knows that i have a boyfriend. imagine that! after coming four years of me being in a relationship. haha. so glad he wasn't all that angry or whatsoever with the fact that i have Zully. happy happy happy! till here then. gonna eat now. hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a serious case of hunger for ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2198811964872145161?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2198811964872145161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2198811964872145161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2198811964872145161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2198811964872145161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sg-0389J2yI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bNyYriUtji4/s72-c/13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-7128317334071119280</id><published>2009-05-15T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:26:40.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sg1N-6xc79I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EG_OpzE8ULA/s1600-h/DSC01970+editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sg1N-6xc79I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EG_OpzE8ULA/s200/DSC01970+editted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336006876827807698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good day people! well, a not-so very good day for me, i have to say. why? results! i had gotten back my Malay and AddMaths results earlier today. sad to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FAILED MALAY&lt;/span&gt;(well, at least for the paper two, that is). yes, the language that I've been speaking for my 17 years. the language some people may find it way easy. what's worse is that, i did it whole-heartedly and still failed! i guess i'm gonna keep on failing and failing and failing again and again..and errrm, AGAIN. thank God, although Malay is gonna be a part of my Olevel cert, its not as important as my English. phew! oh, and i had my addmaths results. out of the 16 people, there were 7 failures. i'm so glad i'm not one of them. cuz if i am, i'm so gonna be shocked. also, as much effort as i had put in in Malay, i also had put in efforts in addmaths. well, although results were expected and disappointing and all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i had my practice just then. its for the Canberran's Day. so, yeah. apparently some people were too lazy to attend to school and to malay dance. yes, i am referring to you, maisarah. and oh yes, talking about her. she suggested to go out and roller blade tomorrow. i'm afraid i can't. short of money, you see. plus, this few days, the weather is so ever-changing. probably june then. anyway, in the hall, i took loads of pics. pics with my friends and din. loads of them, i tell you! and its all in..din's hp. hahaha! syiok sendiri. haha. okay da diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright today. with Jerel singing Secondhand Serenade's song and with Kailiang sleeping. luckily, i managed to wake him up. and yes, no one sleeps until i sleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE.&lt;/span&gt; anyhow, i also received compliments from them. saying that i'm cute and adorable! which i totally agree! hahahah! right right right!? hahaha. and also had compliments from Shuling, saying that today i look pretty. Shuling, Shuling.. haven't you noticed, i always look pretty. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7128317334071119280?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7128317334071119280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7128317334071119280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7128317334071119280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7128317334071119280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-day-people-well-not-so-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sg1N-6xc79I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EG_OpzE8ULA/s72-c/DSC01970+editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-4523612844975840001</id><published>2009-05-14T15:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:49:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there! been about two weeks now since i last updated my blog. loads of events and outings and meet-ups. so, yeah. MYE is truly making me wake up from my la la land. i have to study and study and not-so-study, and study again. heh. well, outings and meet-ups i can recall was the outing with my cousins to town, the get-to-know sessions with Jufri and MKA cum bowling at Marina Square. the events; Atikah's surprise b'dae celebration cum outing with Zully. Maisarah wasn't able to come as she was down with a fever. so, i guess its just me and zully then. got to know Atikah's old schoolmates; Amalina, Faiz, Fir and Syam. as hot and humid as i was, i enjoyed myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday i went out again with Zully. to Marina Square. apparently i saw my friends over at the mrt that i was boarding. headed to marina square and walked around. ate at bk and saw this big flying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kumbang&lt;/span&gt;, and i, well actually both me and boyfriend freaked out. and surprisingly, i was calmer than i expected. probably because of those few days, being in the toilet, naked and unaware of what is going on in the bathroom, i had to endure with bugs flying across the toilet. still remember the first time i encountered such experience. i freaked out, grabbed my towel and headed straight out of my toilet! hahaha. tsk tsk, what a whimp! anyhow, we headed to Diva and guess what? Zully went to pick up one of those BIG GEM rings and accidentally dropped it. worse of all, the gem broke! i, as usual, with my shocking face and small eyes(trying to open as big as i can), just stared at the broken gem. thank God, we didn't have to pay for the gem. and sorie to you, little miss pissed-off-by-such-accidents! *rolled eyes* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as happy as i was being there, walking around with boyfriend, i wasn't all that happy when we went home. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;he probably knows why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so, anyway, headed home and felt so tired. thank goodness i'm not schooling today. marking day mah. oh well, might as well enjoy today, while it lasts. because tomorrow is gonna be one hell of a day with dance practice. till here then. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4523612844975840001?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4523612844975840001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4523612844975840001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4523612844975840001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4523612844975840001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-there-been-about-two-weeks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5507320677053583710</id><published>2009-04-30T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:20:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back to blogging again. am so bored right now. currently browsing through blogshops. heh. today, as some of us know, we had our MYE. the first day of examinations during mid year. first up, it was english paper one and social studies. let see, english, i was struggling myself to crack some ideas. and by the time i finished planning out for the situational writing and composition, i hadn't had much time. fyi, i've been having trouble with my time management. and as expected, i screwed myself during the SW. i left out two points and had little time left. it was either i finish up my two points or i finish up my last paragraph. heck yes, i went ahead and finish up the last paragraph! i was totally cursing myself. *sigh* nurul, nurul. what have you been doing.. mr sham, he is sooo gonna freak out looking at my paper( that's if he's the one marking it, which i hope not). eeek! because if he is, i'm totally 101% most likely to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i was actually relieved that this is only MYE. not Olevels. yet. so, what mistakes i did now, i'll freaking make sure that i won't repeat it again during my Os. later, we had our social studies paper. it was...yeah. heh. i did my essay first, since i had already planned out what i wanna write. i was glad that i did not actually forgotten what i had read. so, essay is okay for me. and as for the source-based, OMG. i totally had no idea what they intend to say in the sources given. i sorta left some questions hanging. meaning to say, i only did halfway through. so, OMG again. haha. anyhow, tomorrow is my outing with the malay dancers. we actually was given a treat for our efforts that we've put in for our SYF. pizzahut at 11.30am. A.M FOR GODNESS SAKE! early or what?! hahaha. know what that means...i have to wake up at 9.30am to groom myself. *sigh* i'll post pictures up if i took any. so, until here. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5507320677053583710?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5507320677053583710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5507320677053583710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5507320677053583710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5507320677053583710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-to-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-842306802000748986</id><published>2009-04-16T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:51:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a nice day out with boyfriend. thank you zully! you the best! anyway, Canberra had an online program for the students. so, instead of coming to school, we had to finish up our work online. and the worst part was, we had to login before 7.30am. so, its considered as going school at home. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i finished up my English work online as soon as i logged in. woo! haha. so tired but whatever. met up with boyfriend at 2pm. had a great time with him everytime. so, after which me and boyfriend walked around causeway, headed home. boarded the train. was very crowded. reached Sembawang and we challenged each other as to who can get out of the train first after the doors had opened. i pushed the crowd a little and got out of the train first! hahahaha! KALLANG WAVE! WOOOO! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, actually i had a head start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha. so boyfriend was all, "eyyy! nurul!" hahahha. awww, too bad honey. ;) got out of the train and i was too busy congratulating myself, i didn't see Jerel. haha. but boyfriend did. and so, after i saw Jerel, i was putting on my shockest face evaaaa! hahahaha. gay lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so headed home and here i am blogging and currently watching some videos. fyi, boyfriend lend me his hard drive so that means...i get to watch many many movies! haha. MOVIE MARATHON! i love it! hehe. that's it for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-842306802000748986?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/842306802000748986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=842306802000748986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/842306802000748986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/842306802000748986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-day-out-with-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5750162196075134836</id><published>2009-04-12T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:35:41.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the movie date on Friday was okay, i guess. met up with boyfriend at the mrt but before that, i saw my old school mate, Faziela. still the same. i meant the looks. her self-being is still the same as always too. laugh for the slightest thing i don't take notice about. haha. anyhow, i met up with boyfriend and we headed to Dhoby Ghaut. we thought of watching at Cathay but nah. i changed my mind. instead we went to Marina square to watch F&amp;amp;F4. but you know, suddenly after the movie, we felt abit dizzy somehow. haha. i don't know why. he don't know why. but we continued to walk around there since boyfriend doesn't want to sit around esplanade. make that two person. in fact, i too don't wanna sit around esplanade. so, we ended up shopping(okay, well its mostly my shopping) at diva. none was to my liking so walked out of there empty handed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we headed back home early on Friday. tired. dizzy. stomach ache. apparently, when we boarded the train, the couple sitting opposite to us was also in a dizzy mood. okay, not the both of them. just one, the girl. how did i know that? i saw the boyfriend massaging the girl's head. haha. kaypo kiak. ohhh, talking about being kaypo, the two kaypo kids(hunney and helmey) won't be in the hands of my mother anymore every monday to friday. turns out, their mother wants to hire a maid. so, which means, mom has aload of free time at home. and the house will be so lonely! haha. i miss them so much cuz now that they're not at home anymore, i cant scold, pinch and disturb them anymore! hahaha. oh well, i can always visit them on tuesdays and on thursdays. religious class. =) on a lighter note, w/o them, i'll have more peace and quiet time for me, minus my sister. so, dat's it for now. anyway, i forgot to inform you guys that we won a silver for SYF. again. but nvm, alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5750162196075134836?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5750162196075134836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5750162196075134836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5750162196075134836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5750162196075134836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-date-on-friday-was-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-4239363190931528231</id><published>2009-04-06T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:20:42.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2mr punyer 2mr, hari nie baru aku nak update(referring to my promise on the previous post). haha. janji melayu katekan. haha. anyhow, about the performance Kirana Seni, it was great. great until it became abit boring to me a lil bit. you know, the part where you have to see every dancers performing for 2 hours. exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is our SYF day. i'm not really sure what to write about that actually. haha. i'm really nervous for the results or whatever, but yet i'm keeping a positive mindset. haha. hopefully it'll bring us closer to the Gold awards. but i don't really mind if we don't. =) anyhow, i was really touched by the supporters in 5n1. they were fucking sweet ahhhh! haha. listen, they wrote our name in each pieces of i-dunnoe-what-material paper and cheered for us. they even came down to the hall during SS lessons to see us perform one more time. haha, that was really sweet, you guys. really! haha. anyhow, when it was all over, we took class photos with the 5n1s. i havent really got the pics yet but i am going to 2mr. oh and i'm really sorry for those i didn't manage to entertain, its so hard. having to entertain people while talking to others. haha. especially with my "closed" eyes, although it is wide open! hahahhaa! but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and took a lot of pics, and skipped napha. TIRED. REST. BED!&lt;br /&gt;HERE FLOWS THE PICTURES. the pics are small, mind you. do click for a larger image. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Malay Dancers&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUgYxHzXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lbPHuR1KVgg/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUgYxHzXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lbPHuR1KVgg/s200/DSC01030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321518087584337266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Girls and Abg Rizal&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUgX2WhZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Az0uI91N3bo/s1600-h/P060409_14.34%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUgX2WhZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Az0uI91N3bo/s200/P060409_14.34%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321518087337837970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Din and Myself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT6SDvh1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/NxWDB3E085w/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT6SDvh1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/NxWDB3E085w/s200/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517432948361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Maisarah and Myself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSXEpnRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XvxPCSkzNGE/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSXEpnRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XvxPCSkzNGE/s200/DSC01020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517846611205394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Candid!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSZJrQhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u5FC2bgGxso/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSZJrQhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u5FC2bgGxso/s200/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517847169155602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Haifah and Myself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSAJFGXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EW0JLkAua9A/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSAJFGXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EW0JLkAua9A/s200/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517840455768434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anaduh and Myself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSMtvDII/AAAAAAAAAWg/qcj-exr3pSY/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSMtvDII/AAAAAAAAAWg/qcj-exr3pSY/s200/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517843830738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anaduh&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSGO6xUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G__BLRNpLFE/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUSGO6xUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G__BLRNpLFE/s200/DSC01009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517842090870082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ikah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT7XA7t5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/E3I8PsDpkP4/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT7XA7t5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/E3I8PsDpkP4/s200/DSC01008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517451458623378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Seniors&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT64Cm-yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UCAjZvVmEME/s1600-h/seniorz+of+MDC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT64Cm-yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UCAjZvVmEME/s200/seniorz+of+MDC1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517443144153890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT6VZJ2II/AAAAAAAAAV4/afThpwSVWMg/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT6VZJ2II/AAAAAAAAAV4/afThpwSVWMg/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517433843472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Maisarah and Myself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT6QvLqZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NIsg4YpDBv8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnT6QvLqZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NIsg4YpDBv8/s200/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321517432593688978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4239363190931528231?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4239363190931528231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4239363190931528231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4239363190931528231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4239363190931528231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/2mr-punyer-2mr-hari-nie-baru-aku-nak.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SdnUgYxHzXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lbPHuR1KVgg/s72-c/DSC01030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-3742600592088409540</id><published>2009-04-03T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:09:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hectic week! and guess what? it's not even a week! pffft! my schedules are packed with trainings for SYF and school, homework, play and fun. and pity me, i have to juggle this things. hurhurhur. but whatever it is, i'm being optimistic for the time being until the SYF competition is over. well, since the band had no hope of achieving silver this year, looks like the performing arts team only have 3 chances left to obtain 2 silvers this year. and fyi, the band got COP(cert of participation). which was incredibly bogus because from what i heard from the camp, they sound pretty good to me. oh wells. anyhow, recently the malay dancers had to dance infront of the sec 4 and 5 cohort. OF COURSE ITS EMBARRASSING! hahaha. nak senyum pun menggigil2. haha. but it was okay i guess. i mean i had fun, humiliating my ass off infront of them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our malay asp and our practice just now. i had to go alone as friends wanted to watch 'the biggest loser' first. haha. whatever! and guess what? typically, i got lost and have no idea where to go. haha. but i managed to find the class where i was assigned to. it was fun i guess. ain't that boring afterall. then, its training. fucking hot! an addition to the heat, we were not allowed to use the air conditioner! urgh! anyhow, i managed to get over the fact and continued dancing. we all did. tiring, exhausting, arduous, wearing. yeah, you name it. we're feeling it dawg. and oh yes, did you know? we were supposed to attend this dance thingy at RP 2mr. so disturbing. and although cikgu expect us to be in tip-top condition, i dun think i'll be dressing up. i'm chilling out man. chillax. haha. anyhow, i'll update you 2mr + pictures. that's if i took any. haha. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3742600592088409540?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3742600592088409540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3742600592088409540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3742600592088409540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3742600592088409540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/hectic-week-and-guess-what-its-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-4080520271600708921</id><published>2009-03-29T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:37:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay people, i know i've not been updating cuz i'm lazy and yadayadayada. whatever! a lot of things happened, from the surprise birthday party and the mizyie's birthday party, and also, my sister's.  and to the new class, 5n1. which i'm beginning to like. i mean, i don't have to disturb the same old people i disturbed before in class 3en and 4en. now that my class has a mixture of both 4n3 and 4n1, i can disturb more people. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we had sports fest last Friday. guess what? it's not held in the CCAB. instead, it's being held in school! pfffft! how boring. i didn't join any of the event there. too lazy. but hor, last minute mcm nk join soccer and long jump. hahaa. oh wells. instead, i joined cheerleading. with some of my new classmate. yes, there's guys joining. hahaha. cute lah! haha. anyhow, i enjoyed myself there doing the routines Laira made. though its just a 10mins practice for me, i still managed to memorize it. and so, we didn't win, but nvm. i'm still happy. i still cant get over the fact that i actually asked EnRu to go home cuz she's not wearing our class tee. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, ca1 is over and thank you God, i managed to clear 5 subjects excluding malay. i failed it, once again. haha. hey! its not my fault the teachers decide to change the formatting of the paper. pffft. and oh yes, today is the day that the malay dancers are supposed to meet up with cikgu Raudhah. something about a practice that was being held at the .........(i have no idea where). balik kul 1045pm sak! ohmigod! hmmm, whatever. just get over with it asap. so that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sc7rykxyv_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/GT7magHLzbA/s1600-h/27032009250+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sc7rykxyv_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/GT7magHLzbA/s320/27032009250+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318447464069644274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sc7rzQ_YLDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JJ-_kBojtf0/s1600-h/27032009251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sc7rzQ_YLDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JJ-_kBojtf0/s320/27032009251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318447475937782834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4080520271600708921?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4080520271600708921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4080520271600708921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4080520271600708921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4080520271600708921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-people-i-know-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/Sc7rykxyv_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/GT7magHLzbA/s72-c/27032009250+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-1497827501269706562</id><published>2008-11-17T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:04:10.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;10 weird things/ habits/ little known facts about me. eeekkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I find my legs sexy, the fact that i have slim legs.&lt;br /&gt;(2) I love having a boyfriend whose butt is big and fleshy.&lt;br /&gt;(3) I force myself to look perfect all the time.&lt;br /&gt;(4) I get paranoid when i have breakouts.&lt;br /&gt;(5) I criticize people for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;(6) I don't get jealous easily when i see my boyfriend talking/having fun with a girl i'm not familiar of.&lt;br /&gt;(7) I force myself to eat just to grow fat/gain weight often and ended up sick.&lt;br /&gt;(8) I still play dress ups and have an account of my own at http://www.dressupchallenge.com.&lt;br /&gt;(9) I still check out hot guys  when going out, with or w/o Zully, even though i have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;(10) I hate my body because its too skinny and afraid that boyfriend would leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! a pat on the back for me. hahaha. and i wouldn't tag on anyone to do this(i know the rules stated so). so i'm down with a fever, diarrhea and wind in my stomach. this sucks, cause i can't go out and spend quality time with boyfriend. =( I MISS YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1497827501269706562?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1497827501269706562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1497827501269706562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1497827501269706562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1497827501269706562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-well-here-goes-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3334184674683952508</id><published>2008-11-12T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:29:59.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRpNkgLCcAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/faGfHreqH3k/s1600-h/editted-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRpNkgLCcAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/faGfHreqH3k/s320/editted-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267608003670077442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  hello again. remember i promised about a whole loads of pics? its in my friendster now. well, just the raya pics for now. heh heh. and about the center pic; hunney. she's my model for the day. you see, she was too energetic today and so, i decided, why not make her up? and my inspiration is obviously from rihanna- disturbia. haha. frightening but i loike. in fact, i captured this photo of her while she was busy watching some stupid show at OKTO. and the left and the right of the picture is of course, MY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANAK SEDARE&lt;/span&gt;! hahahaha. precious youuuuu. ;) i love him i love him i love him! haha. did i mention he is growing more chubbier?! good2, keep the cheeks growing, Amirul Iman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrm, earlier today, i just cancelled my sentosa outing with my classmates. well, just some of my classmates of course. turns out, daddy didn't let me off. some typical reason; i have been going out often. well, enough about that. let's recap on the things i've done this year. there's the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; trip(who could have forgotten about that). the fact that i have a crush on the 7eleven guy. totally checking me out. well, its true. hahahaha! and who could have forgotten the fact that me and maisarah totally fought over him. guess what? he was checking maisarah out too! URGHH! HOW DARE HE! jerk. okay, somebody tell me why am i even putting so much pressure on this guy. haha. whatever. and oh yes, the flea market we had this year! it was a day in hell. literally! it was FREAKING hot. sweating like a fat pig. haha, pity the girls who put on their make-ups and let their hair down. they're probably suffering 10 times hotter than i am. haha. hmmm, good times good times. haha. well, that's all i can remember right now. so, that's it for this post. HOLLA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3334184674683952508?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3334184674683952508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3334184674683952508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3334184674683952508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3334184674683952508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRpNkgLCcAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/faGfHreqH3k/s72-c/editted-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-8066485375787514737</id><published>2008-11-06T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:04:38.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRJ6qwtbLvI/AAAAAAAAATY/dOOTajjfhkE/s1600-h/1_477505434leditted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRJ6qwtbLvI/AAAAAAAAATY/dOOTajjfhkE/s320/1_477505434leditted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265405789398052594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRJ6rFjntLI/AAAAAAAAATg/asRPbvkwIPs/s1600-h/DSC08516EDITTED1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRJ6rFjntLI/AAAAAAAAATg/asRPbvkwIPs/s320/DSC08516EDITTED1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265405794994074802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;afternoon people! i'm feeling so happy today despite the fact that hunney is actually pestering the shit out of me. why am i happy? because (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;) exams are FINALLY over! (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;) i've got maisarah coming over to give me hari raya pics(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru skg nak kasi&lt;/span&gt;, hah) and (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;) i'm meeting boyfriend tomorrow! gosh, it seems like as if i didn't meet him for weeks! okay now that's exaggerating! haha. results for Olevels are gonna be expected for me. oh and did i mention that i actually manage to solve a 3marks question mentally at the last min; 10.29am? and guess what? "lucky me" the emaths test actually ended at 10.30am. fuck yeah, i didn't manage to write it all out in the paper! GOD, i was cursing myself at the last min! well, whatever. it's a little too late now. bad things happened to me lately. i'm not gonna mention it here, kind of personal. and thanks to boyfriend, i managed to get over it already. =) next post will be full of pics, promise. heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8066485375787514737?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8066485375787514737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8066485375787514737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8066485375787514737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8066485375787514737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/11/afternoon-people-im-feeling-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SRJ6qwtbLvI/AAAAAAAAATY/dOOTajjfhkE/s72-c/1_477505434leditted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-7423698106721963968</id><published>2008-10-19T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:29:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SPtBRafg9kI/AAAAAAAAATQ/W_suE8T839s/s1600-h/IMG_0602editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SPtBRafg9kI/AAAAAAAAATQ/W_suE8T839s/s320/IMG_0602editted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258868757310273090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Zully went out on an outing together to vivo as he want to check something out. Upon reaching our destination, we stopped by at Orchard and headed to Far East and Taka. Having said that, we stopped by at Starbucks and ordered a drink; Iced white chocolate latte is it? haha, at least i think so. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sedap&lt;/span&gt;! thanks for the treat boyfriend! and then headed to taka as he wanted me to try this Fondant Chocolate so much. hahaha, also thumbs up! it's more like a muffin, only shorter and filled with chocolate on the inside. very small yet expensive. and he was like, 'see! i did this for you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tau&lt;/span&gt;'. *rolled eyes* hahha. i wanna try that again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! =) then after, we headed to Causeway to buy Zafran(Zully's Baby Brother)'s headphone. managed to get back before 11 just like Zully wanted. Oh yes, now i just have to plan a day out together again so i can pass his memory card(camera). hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7423698106721963968?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7423698106721963968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7423698106721963968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7423698106721963968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7423698106721963968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-zully-went-out-on-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SPtBRafg9kI/AAAAAAAAATQ/W_suE8T839s/s72-c/IMG_0602editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-4483662517209587572</id><published>2008-10-15T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:56:19.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since, on friday is the last day of school, i guess i should be preparing myself already for the upcoming Olevels right? NOT. i am super duperly not ever prepared for it. in fact, i don't feel anything at all. not now, maybe. upon having said this stuffs earlier, i want to wish them(the ones taking their Os) good luck for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today's plans was cancelled. turns out, tomorrow is the day that i am going to go shopping with the girls in my house; mom, sister and hunney. then after or before, maybe, i'll be heading to cousin's house celebrating my aunty's birthday. Happy Birthday to you, btw. so, plans on saturday too. To teacher's house for Raya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;, happening &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke tak&lt;/span&gt; happening &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nie&lt;/span&gt;? talking about Raya, the other time, i opened a vcd 'Upin and Ipin' at my house for the guests to watch. and guess what? zully and atikah actually went into youtube for it! haha. Zully.. Boy oh Boy. say only you don't like kiddy shows. hahahha. i have plans on friday for the teachers. sincerely from me. just you wait and see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the Raya photos, i'll be posting it at the end of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4483662517209587572?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4483662517209587572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4483662517209587572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4483662517209587572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4483662517209587572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-on-friday-is-last-day-of-school-i.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-2637321984842831028</id><published>2008-09-27T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:40:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy, you make me feel so good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently baking a double layer of chocolate cake, along with the cookies for Hari Raya. As you all know, it's only three more days to fast and the celebration begins! i super duper can't wait! The chocolate cake i baked turns out okay for some and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh tahan lah&lt;/span&gt; for me. why the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh tahan&lt;/span&gt;? because i bought the wrong ingredient(partly my fault) and the fact that the recipe book didn't actually have the right instruction(partly the book's fault). it wasn't as sweet though but hey, some did enjoyed it. not bad for a beginner, huh? heh heh. boyfriend and his mom and my mom too. hahaha. i cannot believe that boyfriend's mother actually enjoyed the cake. as satisfied as i may sound, boyfriend still wants me to practice baking the PERFECT one. the perfect of all perfects is what i shall make! haha, just you wait and see. and to Atikah, I DID BAKE THE CAKE OKAY. *rolled eyes* lol. and the fact that i am officially an aunty just adds in to my spiritedness! yes, i am now, aunty anne. haha. visited along on the first day Muhammad Amirul Iman was born but we didn't get to see him. awwww, sad. *insert very very SAD face* turns out, he too wanted to celebrate Hari Raya. haha. can't wait! pictures to be uploaded in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2637321984842831028?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2637321984842831028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2637321984842831028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2637321984842831028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2637321984842831028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/09/boy-you-make-me-feel-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3765070718721816069</id><published>2008-09-04T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:02:47.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SL_qbmQ2u1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/p1Pk5SrK5BU/s1600-h/09-08-07_181211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SL_qbmQ2u1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/p1Pk5SrK5BU/s320/09-08-07_181211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242166251131157330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY, BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU MORE EACH AND EVERY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3765070718721816069?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3765070718721816069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3765070718721816069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3765070718721816069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3765070718721816069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-3-year-anniversary-baby-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SL_qbmQ2u1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/p1Pk5SrK5BU/s72-c/09-08-07_181211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-2582373935492348097</id><published>2008-08-28T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:23:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SLbC0TvIVrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/W_lYgst6eSE/s1600-h/DSC02932editted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SLbC0TvIVrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/W_lYgst6eSE/s320/DSC02932editted.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239589420399089330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow. what a day! i was out with girlfriends to city hall before we headed to causeway point. i thought of going to toa payoh as i'm familiar with this one store that sells nice tops(i think) and cheap ones too(under $15). so then, when we boarded the train, there's a total change of plans. decided to go city hall to buy something for atikah's sister. then after, we headed to esplanade (mall) or whatever i'm not sure of the place anyway. and that's where the real story starts. we were taking photos and there's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GATAL&lt;/span&gt; security guard. apparently, some people just couldn't ignore us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ambik gambar ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhh, yah"&lt;br /&gt;"nak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABANG&lt;/span&gt; ambik kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhh, tak payah lah. boleh ambik sendiri"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcuk man. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muker kalau abang-abang&lt;/span&gt; type &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak per jugak nak gelarkan diri&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABANG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muker&lt;/span&gt;! my dad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; handsome okay. so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gelarkan&lt;/span&gt; yourself as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pakcik ajer lah. sedar diri eh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muker bapak org&lt;/span&gt;. why?! why us?! haha. ohmigod. and conversations went on and on without having the security guard to bother us. but he did. AGAIN. we were playing cards(HAHA!) and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"main card ke?"&lt;br /&gt;*insincere smiles*&lt;br /&gt;"biler nak abis nie? abang pun nak join(haha, fcuk you)"&lt;br /&gt;*insincere smiles again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like O-M-G again. can't he find someone else to bother? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aper nak buatkan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; irresistible &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katerkan&lt;/span&gt;. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheh&lt;/span&gt;. and then, enough of that, we headed to causeway point for our treat at seoul garden. Ng Joo Siah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dooook&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cantek perr&lt;/span&gt;? bill? $415. haha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ambik kau&lt;/span&gt;! but then, very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puas hati&lt;/span&gt; as i came out of there walking like a pregnant lady. haha. feeling alright &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;. and then headed home. tomorrow i am 50:50 looking forward to Teacher's Day performance. especially Razi's performance. he told me that he's gonna play the song the band wrote. okay, we'll just have to hear it tomorrow as he's not giving me hints. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pfffft&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; power &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punyer org&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2582373935492348097?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2582373935492348097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2582373935492348097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2582373935492348097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2582373935492348097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SLbC0TvIVrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/W_lYgst6eSE/s72-c/DSC02932editted.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-3704337616032113809</id><published>2008-08-08T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:33:10.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so afraid of what others might think of me.&lt;br /&gt;help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had uncontrollable feelings about myself lately. something that puts me in such situations. weird. it's like the world knew what was my weakness. oh well, lets change the topic shall we? i am currently eating and prelims are over! yeah! i smell freedom in the air. FREEDOM! haha. plans today was that me and boyfriend was supposed to catch a movie, but it was cancelled due to some reasons. forget it. oh and talking about boyfriend, father was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to knowing that i have something special(relationship) with that someone named zulfikar. phew! for nearly three years i have been keeping the secret from dad. imagine that! heh heh. upon having said that, the time passed by so fast. i just noticed that the very next month is my 36 months anniversary. haha, wow. okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just thinking of what job will i be taking while waiting for my olevel results next year. i'm thinking of working as a tutor. heh heh. but after having taught helmey, a 2nd grader, i totally took back my words on teaching. his mind is a bit slow. so, yeah. i just couldn't take it, i had to squeeze his big arms and shout at him everytime. i wanted to say the word bodoh, but just didn't have the heart to. hahaha, i pity him. yes i do. afterall, he did ease my heart by saying that i am pretty. awwwww, hee! i love him. until here, imma have to finish up my plate of rice. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3704337616032113809?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3704337616032113809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3704337616032113809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3704337616032113809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3704337616032113809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-afraid-of-what-others-might-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5473290477181736856</id><published>2008-07-24T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:01.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIiLQTe2WEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wn-PHNTHL4g/s1600-h/DSC02727mainuruleditted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIiLQTe2WEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wn-PHNTHL4g/s320/DSC02727mainuruleditted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226580479787292738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no gas in the rig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again. i had nothing better to do so yeah. here i am. i missed the outing to causeway with mother and sister and hunney. so when i headed home from hospice care, i saw a pair of new shoes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lawar&lt;/span&gt; like omg. haha. and i'm sharing that cute pair of shoes with sister. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yey&lt;/span&gt;. we went hospice care and skipped class from 11.30. like finally, no more tough brain training of Maths. hahaha. phew. i needed a break, seriously. the elderly there is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt;. they had only 12 months to live and they didn't know that. ignorance is bliss. some of them looked sad. like this -&gt; =( hahaha, okeeh whatever. malay dancers and modern dancers had an encore. probably because we were too good. hahahaha! and as for guzheng, they didn't had an encore. as expected. cheh cheh. huhu. and i was forced to be the first person to take my prelim oral(english) just now. was so nervous! haha. but the praised gives me confidence though. awwwww, thanks mr K. maybe i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; vote you for the most inspiring teacher award? naaaaah. haha, i mean. imma have to think about it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5473290477181736856?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5473290477181736856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5473290477181736856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5473290477181736856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5473290477181736856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-no-gas-in-rig.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIiLQTe2WEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wn-PHNTHL4g/s72-c/DSC02727mainuruleditted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-5079762409966398235</id><published>2008-07-19T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:01.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIR7XBXLf0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/d_12peAWaPI/s1600-h/Image002fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIR7XBXLf0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/d_12peAWaPI/s320/Image002fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225437103089483586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIR7R5iyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hSK7TIO-r6M/s1600-h/Image000fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIR7R5iyxrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hSK7TIO-r6M/s320/Image000fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225437015091365554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIIO0jSZJnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p3LJP2Ui8hY/s1600-h/DSC02783moniquetasha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIIO0jSZJnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p3LJP2Ui8hY/s320/DSC02783moniquetasha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224754813691569778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the oral prelims.&lt;br /&gt;oh hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went town today with zully in search for something. he had a headache and it was a boring time for me at first but as time goes by, we had so much fun laughing and talking. well, to me. haha. andddd i saw an indian girl wearing the same top as me! OMG. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da lah samer baju, naik train samer cabin pulak tu&lt;/span&gt;. and almost everybody in the train was like looking at me and her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MALU&lt;/span&gt;. haha. like duh. and then her friend was like trynna look at me. boarded the train and i was so shy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boria sak&lt;/span&gt;. then, boyfriend kept on teasing me. whatever okeeh. hahahaha. then after, we headed home and i slept the whole journey to sembawang. haha. i think my head kinda wanna land on a girl's shoulder. haha. hey, can't help it. i was just too tired. it's a good thing though that boyfriend actually found a place for me to sit. haha. awwwww, i love you. the sweetest boyfriend ever. heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5079762409966398235?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5079762409966398235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5079762409966398235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5079762409966398235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5079762409966398235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/07/tomorrows-oral-prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SIR7XBXLf0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/d_12peAWaPI/s72-c/Image002fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-31651760193254236</id><published>2008-07-17T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:55:41.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somethings are just meant to stay quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt that just now. i actually had a test on geography just now. but skipped. haha. people, you know i know. haha. and that whoratic bitch is really getting on my nerves. i know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; what i did was so typical(i didn't do her assignment). -.-" yessss, of course. and it was the 2nd time in a row this week. me and this tensed-looking guy named Alvin. haha. he and that bitch had a fight over the assignment. apparently, alvin had left his homework under the desk and was shouted LOUDLY in front of the whole class. and i thought it was over, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't. alvin spoke/shouted at her back. haha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padan muker&lt;/span&gt;. bitch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tros diam&lt;/span&gt;. hahahha. what a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow school is having pc. and having pc = air-con! hahaha. yey! and i just knew that ens, together with the n1s,n2s and n3s are having english prelim orals next monday. like omg. haha. si botak interrupted my conversation with maisarah just now. rudely. saturday out with the girlies. i can't waitttttttt! haha. till here. pictures next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-31651760193254236?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/31651760193254236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=31651760193254236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/31651760193254236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/31651760193254236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/07/somethings-are-just-meant-to-stay-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-490379172500306338</id><published>2008-07-06T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SHBrFzZIXBI/AAAAAAAAANw/aHbF-XxaMi8/s1600-h/04-07-08_2228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SHBrFzZIXBI/AAAAAAAAANw/aHbF-XxaMi8/s320/04-07-08_2228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219789715561536530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SHBuEBA5FjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rqgE15NQ1Dg/s1600-h/nurul+(1)+nuruuuul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SHBuEBA5FjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rqgE15NQ1Dg/s320/nurul+(1)+nuruuuul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219792983393113650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You So Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo yesterday with hunny pie and right before we wanted to board the train, we saw lutfi and gang. i was so nervous because most of them turned their heads to me and boyfriend. and lutfi was there to make me feel stupid. hahaha. nasib tak naik train ngn diorang, cuz if we did, i'll be shutting up my mouth. why? nervous. plus, there was like two dozens of them. heh heh. and after vivo, we decided to head to pool. bf says that i'm getting better. haha, awwwww. i am, ain't i? hahaha, cheh. okeeh whatever. we played 2 serious games and 1 game as a practice.  and i won. wee! but i wouldn't end up winning the game if it wasn't for him. hahahhaa. so how boyfriend? another more serious game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we headed to esplanade. fun, and we got to see fireworks at the last minute. i was too dumb to take videos instead of taking pics. haha, sorie again zully. it was somewhat packed but thank goodness, banglas weren't there. phew. we met up with zully's friends and again, i was nevous. haha, dun ask me why. saw farah and fitri in person, and i must say, they are taller than me. as expected. awkward a little. but couldn't care less. yadayadayada and we headed home. both of us. laughter and entertainment. thanks boyfriend. made my day although i was feeling sick by the flu bug. wait, i always have flu. heh. well, whatever. and forgot to take pics with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-490379172500306338?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/490379172500306338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=490379172500306338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/490379172500306338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/490379172500306338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SHBrFzZIXBI/AAAAAAAAANw/aHbF-XxaMi8/s72-c/04-07-08_2228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-7845520424471284429</id><published>2008-07-03T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:03.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGzoAE6BqTI/AAAAAAAAANo/zFJzXj0gaeE/s1600-h/26-06-08_1944helmeyhunney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGzoAE6BqTI/AAAAAAAAANo/zFJzXj0gaeE/s320/26-06-08_1944helmeyhunney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218801156230326578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for cousins, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;uncle got lost a-g-a-i-n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kai-kai&lt;/span&gt; with hunney and mother and sister at chong pang in the search for cheap dresses. unfortunately, the shop that we were looking for was closed. oh well. and headed to sun plaza after that, also in search for sister's tube top. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yadayada&lt;/span&gt; then went home. and hunney was so excited to show me and sister her nail polish she got from a toy machine. you know, the 20cents coin machine whereby you have to turn the thing around and around till something drop out? yeah, that thing. her nail polish was okeeh i guess. at least for sister that is. and i, or shall i say we, found out hunney's dirty little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lofokekfek sey dier&lt;/span&gt;(as in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lokek&lt;/span&gt; for some of you who doesn't know)&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha-ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa, i can't help it lah laughing like that. haha. and tomorrow, i'm heading to causeway point to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kai-kai&lt;/span&gt; again and this time with HELMEY. haha, yey! like finally i can show to everyone whom i'm not familiar with how much i love HELMEY. by hugging him of course. and sister told him that we are gonna eat at bk. and guess wad? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;member tros naik selera&lt;/span&gt;! hahahhaa. cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGzn5vmpMtI/AAAAAAAAANg/_Umm0lFYgys/s1600-h/26-06-08_1943helmey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGzn5vmpMtI/AAAAAAAAANg/_Umm0lFYgys/s320/26-06-08_1943helmey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218801047432671954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGznxKL9eyI/AAAAAAAAANY/BcYLwe-u2Do/s1600-h/24-06-08_1911hunney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGznxKL9eyI/AAAAAAAAANY/BcYLwe-u2Do/s320/24-06-08_1911hunney1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218800899949689634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7845520424471284429?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7845520424471284429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7845520424471284429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7845520424471284429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7845520424471284429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-cousins-guess-what-uncle-got-lost-g.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGzoAE6BqTI/AAAAAAAAANo/zFJzXj0gaeE/s72-c/26-06-08_1944helmeyhunney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-3472411659778601267</id><published>2008-06-24T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:03.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGCocavA-5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/CVBA4j4nrK0/s1600-h/Image005hunney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGCocavA-5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/CVBA4j4nrK0/s320/Image005hunney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215353574661356434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting Is Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother decided to take up babysitting while staying home all alone. so, she is now babysitting two toddlers. hunney and helmey. both drive me crazy and both i love. =) and since my day to www, i noticed i am darker than i am weeks ago. maisarah even told me that she just saw my legs getting fair and now, i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dayang senandung&lt;/span&gt;. burhhh! yes, it sucks to be dark all because i went to www. aiyayai! well, whatever. and day in school is really starting to wake me up. in just four weeks time, i'll be sitting for my prelims based on normal academic standards. and i'm scared. some teachers say that if the ones in my class fail our prelims, we are either gonna be retained or whatsoever i don't care. Ignorance Is Bliss, heh. for now i guess. having days or a year in retention = more teachers + more studies + back to square one - days of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGCn5ibv2II/AAAAAAAAANI/ARhK5QpiQfs/s1600-h/Image008hunney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGCn5ibv2II/AAAAAAAAANI/ARhK5QpiQfs/s320/Image008hunney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215352975432603778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3472411659778601267?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3472411659778601267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3472411659778601267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3472411659778601267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3472411659778601267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/06/babysitting-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SGCocavA-5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/CVBA4j4nrK0/s72-c/Image005hunney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-7139435165361038468</id><published>2008-06-22T12:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:04.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SF3d9Ty7TJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0ObNUqLT_4A/s1600-h/DSC02617editted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SF3d9Ty7TJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0ObNUqLT_4A/s320/DSC02617editted.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214567988920536210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;once in a lifetime experience&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;quoted by zully.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www was fucking shit. and by fucking shit, i mean totally awesome. as sun rises at 10.30, me zully and bob went to meet atikah at woodlands interchange. and since maisarah and her boyfriend drove off first to meet us up at the place itself, we no longer have to wait for them. so as soon as we got there, took a bus. yadayadayada. and got there, saw minah style of drawing their eyebrows. not insulting them or anything, but i have not seen such tragic makeup by drawing eyebrows using a red browliner. RED. yes. totally went 0_0. and we rode almost all of the rides there. well except for the waterworks, which SOMEONE wants to ride it so much. heh heh. you know who you are(referring to that SOMEONE). and my bra snapped at the last stop before we decided to change. totally pissed off. and totally cursing my bra. boyfriend and friends managed to cover cover for me. haha, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after, we headed to lucky plaza to get our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UNSATISFIED&lt;/span&gt; dinner at ayam penyet ria. like, that's the only malay stall open and since that SOMEONE wanted to eat malay style, we ate there. turns out, boyfriend and me got stomach cramps after that. torture. and then headed down to play pool. hell of a fun. heh. well, except for the fact that whenever i cheer for boyfriend, he went all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lembut&lt;/span&gt;. haha. and of course i played a couple of times. atikah did have a try or two. but not as many times as i did. and being an unprofessional person lah kan, the balls when bouncing off the table. haha. paiseh, but wth. hahaha. and and the stoopid woman with bitchy behaviour was so rude to maisarah. maisarah showed her ic and then the bitch went "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;come back after your birthday, bye bye&lt;/span&gt;." i am this step away from strangling her! seriously! and friend had to go. enough about her. i had it with that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SF3d3eW9K1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/2mqL4GGVCRo/s1600-h/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SF3d3eW9K1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/2mqL4GGVCRo/s320/DSC02614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214567888676793170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-7480070380049957666</id><published>2008-06-18T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SFiweXP6XnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QOfpoZ2KVUQ/s1600-h/DSC02593editted1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SFiweXP6XnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QOfpoZ2KVUQ/s320/DSC02593editted1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213110604364668530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SFiwr_jNHYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w0opb_NooV4/s1600-h/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SFiwr_jNHYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w0opb_NooV4/s320/DSC02595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213110838521306498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get real.&lt;br /&gt;everybody have different views.&lt;br /&gt;and i still love you but listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wednesday outing was pushed to tuesday instead because of dearest girlfriend. headed to town from wisma atria all the way till we ended up in far east plaza. it was fucking hell of a walk there. heh. didn't saw anything interesting in any of the stores. well, except for the fact that i actually wanted to buy this basic at cotton on. cheap cheap. now that is Great-Singapore-Sale is all about. that basic is just 7.50. cheap much? i know. ehhhh, but i didn't buy it. turns out, it looks ugly on me. haha.  and i'm so eyeing on this particular sundress i saw. lovelayyyyy. i likeeeee =) and we ate at this malay stall. like NO FASTFOOD. hahaha. the food was okeeh i guess. anddddd then, when my feet couldn't take it anymore, we head home. basically just relaxing at home, stress-free(i hope) until the day of www.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7480070380049957666?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7480070380049957666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7480070380049957666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7480070380049957666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7480070380049957666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-real.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SFiweXP6XnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QOfpoZ2KVUQ/s72-c/DSC02593editted1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-735612231988952909</id><published>2008-06-16T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:49:24.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;don't mess with the zohan.&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to watch the movie but i'm pretty sure it's gonna be soon. alahhhh, your brother eh. hahaha. how come kids his(zully's younger brother) age already needs to get their work done using computers. pretty much soon it's gonna be internet. wow! imagine our kids in future, being perfect and and so passionate in computer skills. like OMG. have the world gone crazy? pity their small brains. and i'm just afraid i'm not familiar with their education systems as years goes by. then, i won't be able to teach them, well except the fact that i can teach them discipline and all. but other than that, it's gonna be so hard for me. okeeh enough said, i don't wanna think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today i brought my hair straightener out. zully wants to get his hair done(straight) so that he can see how it actually looks like when he rebonds his hair. and being his angel, i did helped him out on straightening his curly wirly + thick hair. and he gets so excited over his sight burns that was super long when i finished doing his hair. he says that it's his dreams of having a hair pretty much like mine. heh heh. went home around 4 because we had nothing much to do. and he told me he saw maisarah. shall story story with her once we meet up on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i heard shocking news again. cousins, accidents. urgh. you guys better not hurt yourself. one almost gets pierced in the eyes. another gets a broken bone-i think. ayayai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-735612231988952909?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/735612231988952909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=735612231988952909' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like finally, updated my skin. took skills of handling this and that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheh! berbual mau lebih.&lt;/span&gt; haha. whatevs. and i dreamt that i got drunk and was feeling way wayyyyy high. liquor fyi. head was spinning like wtf and suddenly woke up. boy, was i relieved it wasn't true. heh. yesterday watched two movies in my house(D-U-H); congkak and indiana jones. i know, i know. i was a movie pooper. the one who watches old movies. but whatever. indiana jones, heh. as expected; boring. i watched it because i had nothing better to do at home. i just grabbed any dvds that was on the table. congkak. oh yes. atikah. you were right. that movie was scary. NOT. haha. heck, i can watch it all night/day long. yes, you bet i can. and 2mrw i am so going to watch Zohan. pffft, movie should be called Johan. ehem2. -.-" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentang2 org tu nyer bapak namer Johan eh.&lt;/span&gt; action. okeeh, whatever. with Zully! yey! finally out with him. i'm a happy goober! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5979782287074028687?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5979782287074028687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5979782287074028687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5979782287074028687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5979782287074028687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/06/edits-done-and-done.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-8904834157545240594</id><published>2008-06-14T14:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:27:02.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't make me wait.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Not now, ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now not a single sms from him. how boring! just when i thought of spending a day out with him. guess he's still sleeping making eye crust. tired much? yessss, that mister went home wee hours in the morning. reason being so was that he actually ton yesterday with his homies of course. and mother, please. no one wants to ton(or whatever you call it) at HOME. yes, indeed my mother checked up on my boyfriend whenever he crossed the road near my house. mother is such a stalker. and myself, just couldn't care less about his whereabouts. haha, all i want is for him to have fun. and since mother saw him crossing by the road, she's like, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aper nie ton2 kat luar? ton kat rumah kan lagi bagus. kat rumah tu hah, ader katil semue..&lt;/span&gt;' -.-" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just missed my flea market at somerset! yeah, well it's okeeh. i'm not bumped at all. you know, the fact that i'm broke this days. and it's official. i am sooooo not going to the zoo. just gonna sit around making eye crust and drools in bed. haha. yes, i'm becoming a pig at home. though i actually went out with boyfriend yesterday. and got a massage from him. massage from him was a killer! haha, babe! i'm not a guy. you know, you can stop killing me anytime now whenever i want myself a massage. but overall, it was okeeh i guess. thanks hunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8904834157545240594?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8904834157545240594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8904834157545240594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8904834157545240594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8904834157545240594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/06/till-now-not-single-sms-from-him.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-735368201308277869</id><published>2008-06-12T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:30:29.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get well soon, my boy.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;I love U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took back my words on deleting this blog of mine. change of plans. heh heh. came back from kk hospital. turns out, my baby cousin was in the hospital. children's icu. the condition was freaking bad and i almost cried. but i didn't. and its really sad, seeing him lying in bed, unconscious. yesterday, he fell down from a two story level. so careless, he went following his friend climb the railing. you take care. hope everything's fine. just so you know, ur sister, nelly, is worried sick because of you. nelly is only a little girl and you, your only a little boy! be fine. i'll pray for you. in fact, we all will. cousins, aunts, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since all of that is over, i can finally rest. get a good rest before plans finally begins. first up, a trip back to zoo. hell, it's been years since i last stepped my foot to zoo. haha. like i say, if the tixs are free, i'm going. and if it's not free, then oh well, i'll pass. heh. sorry but i'm broke. =( and i saw baby just now. and a police car. haha. aiyayai, you arhhhh. little boy *josh's style*! hahahha. and i still don't know what will i be wearing IF i'm going to the zoo. but i won't promise you girls anything, i myself is not that sure. okeeh, until here. peace! hahaha, okeeh kental. and i'm totally into photoscape! thank you thank you to fedoura/nabilah/ilaaah/feeeedoura/nabby/nab. world record beb. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-735368201308277869?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/735368201308277869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=735368201308277869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/735368201308277869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/735368201308277869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-took-back-my-words-on-deleting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-7494848624028423717</id><published>2008-06-03T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:31:59.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who the fucking hell?&lt;br /&gt;Stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;No More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who the fucking hell gave my handphone number and when i found out who, i swear i'm gonna curse that particular person! stoopid stoopid stoopid PIG. and after two weeks of hoildays, i finally finished up my homeworks. no thanks to maisarah just now, i HAD to copy her work. aiyooo, you arh. tumbuk tetek baru tau. hahahaha! okeeh, whatever. 3 more weeks to fully relax myself anddddd thanks to maisarah again, who planned an outing together to www. its either that or to the zoo-ma-loo. huhuhu. but thing is, i'm broke. haha, like seriously. think i had too much spendings. on this and on that, and i have yet to buy other stuffs. moneymoneymoneymoney. money for me and my stuffs, money for june AND july babies. mom, dad and hunny pie. urghhhhh! i'm stress, growing a lot of pimples, and thinking of money makes me even MORE stressesd up. and i think i need to tell you readers something. i think... i'm ending my blog. sooon, very soon. goodbye and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7494848624028423717?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7494848624028423717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7494848624028423717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7494848624028423717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7494848624028423717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-know-who-fucking-hell-gave-my.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3852811455881367760</id><published>2008-05-30T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BROKEBROKEBROKEBROKE.&lt;br /&gt;continuing.&lt;br /&gt;BROKEBROKEBROKEBROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from a 'walk' with hunny pie. and now,i'm plainly tired. what's more i have to wake up early tomorrow because cousins will be waiting for me and my sister at their house. we're gonna tag along with them to johore. and yesterday was a blast. i had loads of fun with girlfriends and hunny pie. he tagged along with us when we are at Bugis village. and and i saw the cutest thing! this one shirt is hell nice! v.cuteeeee. but it's not worth it because the shop was selling it at $18. how un-GREAT-singapore-SALE the shirt was! hmmmmm, but that's okeeh. and instead of buying a pair of SHORTS, which i didn't, i bought a pair of jeans. black one. but i don't mind because what i'm actually looking for is finally here. and i don't think i'm even buying a pair of shorts. well, let's not cancel it away from my 'Wants'. i'll just be cancelling the necklace. i dun think it's important. and i think i need to save up money to buy other stuffs. my bank is just sooooo little, all because of my careless spendings. ohh, well. what's over is over. =( but i'm still happy. =) hahahaa, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SD_P3LFtKsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wOIFjhPrZxQ/s1600-h/DSC02494us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SD_P3LFtKsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wOIFjhPrZxQ/s320/DSC02494us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206108241040059074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3852811455881367760?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3852811455881367760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3852811455881367760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3852811455881367760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3852811455881367760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-came-back-from-walk-with-hunny-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SD_P3LFtKsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wOIFjhPrZxQ/s72-c/DSC02494us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-3186157427797633465</id><published>2008-05-28T09:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:05.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>library with zully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yo yo diggy dawwwwwg! i just came back from school and guess what ATIKAH? school starts at 900am. NINE IN THE MORNING. hahaha, you gave me the wrong info as always. haha, but nvm, aku masih sayang kau. hahahaha. so, i decided why not to just end my day at home. and i did. no thanks to mom. and get this, i actually called 3 to 4 students in my class and asked them where they are. and they said they are at home and asked me the same thing. and when i said i'm in school, they went "waaaaaa?" as in WHAT? hahaha. like wtf. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i didn't actually bought something from pacific. i have already dressed up nicely but came to think that why not just spend my time finishing up my homework. and again, i did. so i'm down with 2 works. maths and eng summary. summary shouldn't be a problem. haha, cheh! talk big only. padehal score tak sebrape. hahahaha. okeeh, whatever. so zully went LIBRARY with me and played psp. i played metalslug. haha, pffft. yeah i know, it's stupid of a girl like me to actually play games in psp. but i gave it a shot. i stressed myself a bit there. haha. so tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A MUST&lt;/span&gt; to come to school cuz it's the only day i'll be attending this week's class. and yes, like what zully said '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skola mcm ite sey&lt;/span&gt;' hahaha. and for the FIRST time, he said 'jom ambik gambar'. O-M-G! hahhahaha, excited! haha. and and in the picture we took, i noticed that i have a dimple! ME! DIMPLE! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;susah mau dapat tau&lt;/span&gt;, dat is why i'm being fanatic here. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDy_CbFtKrI/AAAAAAAAALI/oV1cYH3lGVQ/s1600-h/Image007edittedrullyzully12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDy_CbFtKrI/AAAAAAAAALI/oV1cYH3lGVQ/s320/Image007edittedrullyzully12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205245317685783218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3186157427797633465?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3186157427797633465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3186157427797633465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3186157427797633465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3186157427797633465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-yo-diggy-dawwwwwg-i-just-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDy_CbFtKrI/AAAAAAAAALI/oV1cYH3lGVQ/s72-c/Image007edittedrullyzully12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-2321556667938837826</id><published>2008-05-27T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:05.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped the maths camp today and had a call from one lady in css. aiyak! hahaha, told mom that it wasn't compulsory and yeah, you guessed it. i had scoldings from mom. only one day i skipped this things also she wanna nag. pffft! and yes, thanks to Mr Sham, i have to come back school NEXT WEEK. why? because he needed my help to teach the ones who are weaker in Maths. I DUN WANNA! I DUN WANNA! grrrrrr! whatever, mom have to drag me out of the house[not forgetting, she have to drag me to the bathroom as well] if she wans me to go. HAH. there you go. yes, and judging from this things that i have said earlier, i'm proud to say that I AM A LAZY PIG. A PRETTY PIG. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow i AM going to school, but lets not talk about that okeeh? today im out with hunny pie! he is so gonna follow me buy something. should i buy berms? yeahhh, i think i should. and i have a date with the girls on thursday. thats if the plans are still taking charge this week. atikah wanna buy herself a dress from metro[issit?] and someplace else. haha, i forgot. and so, i can't wait! and maisarah is also buying herself a similar dress at metro with atikah as well. haha, see see. who showed you guys the dress. ehem2. hahaha. pictures will be uploaded v.soon indeed. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDuASrFtKqI/AAAAAAAAALA/6F-poqUYqrY/s1600-h/us.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDuASrFtKqI/AAAAAAAAALA/6F-poqUYqrY/s320/us.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204894852649396898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDt6q7FtKpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Z6a77cywdGM/s1600-h/1_269696300leditted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDt6q7FtKpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Z6a77cywdGM/s320/1_269696300leditted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204888672191457938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2321556667938837826?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2321556667938837826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2321556667938837826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2321556667938837826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2321556667938837826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/skipped-maths-camp-today-and-had-call.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SDuASrFtKqI/AAAAAAAAALA/6F-poqUYqrY/s72-c/us.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-1919229742930442800</id><published>2008-05-20T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:50:56.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this few days, i've been receiving pathetic and stoopid messages in friendster. again, besides the one who had asked me if he could know me better, there's another one. this time, it was sure to make me feel sooooo offended! disgusted, offended, used, yeahhh. you name it, i felt it. ohmygosh! this MARC guy sent me a smile to 'brighten up' my day with a message saying, '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hi i find u hot n sexy. just wondering if u up for $300 an hr for sex? ive friends in singapore who are keen. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;'. fuck this mannnn. i had it with this kind of people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1919229742930442800?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1919229742930442800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1919229742930442800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1919229742930442800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1919229742930442800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-few-days-ive-been-receiving.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5254005862747810087</id><published>2008-05-18T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:45:24.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cousins are in my house right now and we are all waiting fer dad.&lt;br /&gt;we're heading to my aunt's chalet. whee! but sad to say, we didn't ton fer the night. we just come and go fer the delicious food, i hope. haha, so today was quite boring. and i had to download photoscpae AGAIN. hurhur. why? because the previous one was corrupted. awwwww, yeah i know. i so can't wait to eat eat and eat like i always do. say what you want, yes i'm a monster when it comes to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be uploaded soon, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5254005862747810087?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5254005862747810087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5254005862747810087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5254005862747810087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5254005862747810087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/cousins-are-in-my-house-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-7129037958949896928</id><published>2008-05-16T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:51:27.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okeeh, i admit it, i was a bit inhuman just now in friendster. someone added me up, and told me this. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hi lei kenal2 tak ni kalau sudi hit me back. tapi i think u wont after looking at my pics....... tapi i try je lah.. hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;" HAH. and i accepted his request on being in friend lists. reason why i accept this kind of guys? their profile was private. i just wanted to view their pictures and then, delete. hahaha! okeeh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTE: Mimie was a bit weird today, 16/05/08 at 12 something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, nothing better to do arh? we had intensive programme after school today as our malay Os are coming. and apparently for mimie, the time was going by slowly. haha, and so, she decided to color her protractor. hahhaa, you are so...haiyaaaa. hahahhaa! enough of that, today i went out with hunny pie and thought of getting my hands on his laptop but i didn't manage to do so. his younger bro was playing so yeahhhh. upon going out with him, i manage to get the first look on the tickets to his gig. cool arh, some of the band names are so weird like syamimi. haha! no lahhhh. but seriously arh, their band name just cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them was "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lepak&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Love Tamagotchi&lt;/span&gt;" and etc. weird right? I KNOW. hahaha. read the rules and regulations on the paper and it stated there, "below than 16 years of age will not be allowed". hahahha, thank God i'm already 16. pity for the younger ones who didn't pass 16. fedoura, i'm not sure i'm going or not though my post sounds like as if i will be going. i'll update you and you'll update me yeahh? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kiter berdue2 updating updating yahhhhh?&lt;/span&gt; okeeh, until here. dadaaaaaa. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7129037958949896928?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7129037958949896928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7129037958949896928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7129037958949896928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7129037958949896928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/okeeh-i-admit-it-i-was-bit-inhuman-just.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-169512457047700962</id><published>2008-05-14T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:06.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>facts? i failed my additional mathematics and combined humanities. just like i thought, my geography was a disaster. and it is. though i managed to pass my social studies, i still got myself a D7. oh wow! that sure ruin my day. amaths was also BAD. and i scored an E8. mummy!! hahaha. i'm so disappointed. such a disgrace for a girl who wishes to take accountancy course when she's in poly. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm down with only one subjects which tells it all. i fail this = i fail all; English. urghhhh. hunny pie did manage to cheer me up, somehow. thanks babe. i love you. ohhh we had a talk on sex just now and presentation slides have taught us how to use a condom. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRACTICE SAFE SEX.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. and they showed us disgusting pictures of genital warts. O-M-G! it was totally gross. maisarah did learn something from the pictures, surprisingly. and guess what? to know whether the pictures shown are the same or not, she told me to look at the vagina. whether or not the vagina have hairs. hahahah, silly girl. you are gross. hahaha. pictures didn't frighten me THAT well unlike my friends who went totally 'WOAH'! reason why? i heard stories from hunny pie about this things already. open minded? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i have to agree. the pictures were gross.&lt;br /&gt;but totally cool!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeeh, let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq3qvh0IZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oyaZC4T093s/s1600-h/DSC02324+EDITTED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq3qvh0IZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oyaZC4T093s/s320/DSC02324+EDITTED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200170664693342610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq3Avh0IYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/k5pQ3bhgSlg/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq3Avh0IYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/k5pQ3bhgSlg/s320/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200169943138836866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq2mfh0IXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z5KZ7pX97eM/s1600-h/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq2mfh0IXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z5KZ7pX97eM/s320/DSC02355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200169492167270770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq2D_h0IWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xb-aBYDR8aU/s1600-h/DSC02353+EDITTED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq2D_h0IWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xb-aBYDR8aU/s320/DSC02353+EDITTED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200168899461783906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq13fh0IVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PMWoA-fRsEQ/s1600-h/Presentation12222234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq13fh0IVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PMWoA-fRsEQ/s320/Presentation12222234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200168684713419090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-169512457047700962?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/169512457047700962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=169512457047700962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/169512457047700962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/169512457047700962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/facts-i-failed-my-additional.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/SCq3qvh0IZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oyaZC4T093s/s72-c/DSC02324+EDITTED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-3979243174017898064</id><published>2008-05-12T07:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:50:54.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okeeh, since i stupidly woke up early in the morning although paper starts at 0930, i shall update my blog. urgh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mcm org giler bangun pagi2 takder keje nk buat.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha! alahhh, whatevs! i think the timetables for exams is stupid. i mean, today's paper[listening compre] should have brought forward on last friday. it's obvious that they wanted to bring us to school today. we should have gotten a day off, as in a break? spell with me people, B-R-E-A-K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister better not bring my foundation to work, cuz if she did, i am sooooo gonna be angry at her! who knows i have plans for today, not that it has already been confirmed. it will, i think... after thinking about friday, i just remembered what Miss Atikah told me; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not to bring a bag to school, its not like you will be studying for listening compre. &lt;/span&gt;listen to that, and i will not bring a bag to school, no worries. now she don't have to waste a breath complaining about me and my bag. hahaha. okeeeh, now i'm trying really hard to think that i wanna sleep. but i just can't. why? because sleeping with uniforms will not only ruin my attire, it will ruin my hair, my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;i will be going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just put some make-up on, and voilà&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3979243174017898064?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3979243174017898064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3979243174017898064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3979243174017898064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3979243174017898064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/okeeh-since-i-stupidly-woke-up-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5714668789709196539</id><published>2008-05-11T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:26:47.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid girl! urghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i'll just think of yoga. you know hunny pie, i should probably join your mom when she's having her yoga. like really! hmmm, ups and downs really made us closer together. hehehe, i love you. yesterday was quite fun. maisarah had to bring the cake we bought for atikah for her belated birthday. there, i know that before it was my birthday, they planned to buy me a surprise cake. next time, don't hesitate to buy me one okeeeh? hahahaha! okeeeh, cut the crap. ate it at esplanade rooftop where we saw bunch of guys with different genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently waiting for atikah to online. i forgot to take more pictures from her. haiyaaaaa. and i didn't manage to buy my shirts! they all didn't wanna follow me go buy my shirts! grrrrr! hahaha, nvm, hunny pie will follow me, or i will make him whichever way possible. hee! i am gonna buy me shirt and i will! anw, capricorns are capable in doing so. things will go their way, they just will. i can smell it(?). hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaa trick yaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5714668789709196539?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5714668789709196539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5714668789709196539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5714668789709196539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5714668789709196539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-girl-urghhhh-nvm-ill-just-think.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3728177271495729840</id><published>2008-05-08T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:59:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe being Nurul wasn't such a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;maybe being Nadia was a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the last day of studying paper; Emaths  paper 2. oh how i wish i can change my table with someone else's. it's so irritating. see, the table is not stable and when i wanna erase something that i have done, i have to literally grab the table just to be quiet. pity Maisarah who is sitting in front of me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking Friday is a good day to relax since my life problems is solved. something happened just now and i'm gonna keep it to myself. what's in the jungle, stays in the jungle. so friends, stay out and don't ask me about this. i just need some alone time. well, it's been great yeahh. and i can't wait for Saturday! outing + dating with my girlfriends. hehe, yey! like finally! Amaths paper spells NIGHTMARE. urgh! i totally missed out on a question on graphs! oh well. i think mid-year results are expected for me. i totally didn't have the time to study. guess i have time management problems. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, until here.&lt;br /&gt;so long suckaas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3728177271495729840?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3728177271495729840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3728177271495729840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3728177271495729840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3728177271495729840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe-being-nurul-wasnt-such-great-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-6506289760208207743</id><published>2008-04-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:19:04.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently watching Suria. haha, and sister telling me how handsome the singer of Matta band is. hahhaa, whatever lah fafarafa. well anyway, i've already bought my concealer. and again i say, i should have listen to you, boyfriend. see, i have trouble finding the perfect color for my skin. so i asked the person ignoring the fact that i find it humiliating. and apparently, the person agrees on boyfriend's choice. sorie lahhh. hahhaa. and now i'm left with dresses, bags and all those stuffs that i've listed down. yey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyooo, with mid year's on the next week, there is definitely some changes going on between me and my slack life. NO MORE COMPUTERS AND SUCH. boring! enough said, it's a definite confirmation that i'll be failing most of them. but NO! starting from when-i-shut-down-this-laptop,  straight away i'm going to study, revise and do whatever nerds do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school again on friday because i have to follow my brother go pulau tekong. and woke up at around 4.30. sleepy mannnn! like seriously, my eyes were so heavy! hahaha, a lot of boys there with tats on. but it was alright. the ns men were so tough siaaa, hhahaha. and i'm wondering whether my brother will be as tough as them. hahaha, cheh! heard stories from boyfriend about my brother's friends. hahaha, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang abg ipar tak?&lt;/span&gt;" hahahhahhaa. and you answered sayang, OMG. hahaha. KAWAII!  wednesday is everyone's big day. well make that some of us who are in canberra sec. hmmmm, okeeey im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-6506289760208207743?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/6506289760208207743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=6506289760208207743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6506289760208207743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6506289760208207743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/currently-watching-suria.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5243024747473727706</id><published>2008-04-19T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:21:49.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SATURDAYYYY YO!&lt;br /&gt;so glad all of this cca thingy is over. like foreverssss. hahaha, no more rehearsals, no more fugly make-up, no more mlcc. woo! went to school at 6 and i only had 3 hours of sleep. maisarah had 1 hour to sleep, lagi terok. hahaha, you arhhh! silly girl. walked to school with girlies but we still had to sit down in front of the general office because miss nobody came late. urghhhh! so as we were changing and preparing ourselves for the dance, i played a part in doing their hair and making it up all into a bun. and andddd i also did practice my make-up skills to apply eyeshadow for the juniors. in fact, the girl whom i applied the eyeshadow to was complimented by the instructor. hmphhhh! i am sossooooo jealous of her, but nvm. i know deep down, i am really a good person. HAHAHAH! shuttup! i know what you're thinking. XD a strikeout for 19/04/2008. woohoo! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i know what i did wrong but it's not on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5243024747473727706?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5243024747473727706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5243024747473727706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5243024747473727706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5243024747473727706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturdayyyy-yo-so-glad-all-of-this-cca.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-4469994994265540300</id><published>2008-04-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:50:07.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy ho.&lt;br /&gt;so tired after all that sitting down on the floor playing my Superman's laptop. hehee, thought of doing my homework but i didn't manage to do so as i can't focus. i put all my attention on Zully's laptop. woo! 1 more day! the v.next day, i'm gonna go to school at 6 and prepare myself for dance and after dance, i'm out and FREEDOM's calling out my name. hahaha! so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to 7eleven and was complimented by the cashier girl, a-g-a-i-n. saying that she loves my eyeliner. sighhh, i'm getting used to it, shall do a much more extreme pattern. currently learning how to make a tail. chehhh, hahahah! action siaaa. wadeverrr, anyway, i physco-ed  boyfriend to eat just now and i regretted doing so. it seems as if he doesn't enjoy his food at all. sorie okeeeey? hehe.. i'm so badddd! btw just now, i've asked my chinese girlfriends that judging from my face and my attitude in school, how do i dress when i'm going out? and most of them put their bet on me wearing tee and skinnies. hahhahaa, and they thought maisarah was the type who wore dresses and such. hahaha, looks like you guys don't know me/us that well. of all three, i'm the extra2 one who wears dresses and short skirts while ikah and sarah, just wears tee and skinnies. awwww, you guys get it allllll wrong. ='( i wonder why didn't they put their bet on me wearing dresses. maybe because of my "unladylikeness" of who knows what? hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, Saturday, i loooooove youuuuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4469994994265540300?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4469994994265540300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4469994994265540300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4469994994265540300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4469994994265540300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/heyy-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-2270982649253853588</id><published>2008-04-13T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:22:33.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say in the army,&lt;br /&gt;the food is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;when you ask for curry,&lt;br /&gt;they call you bloody swine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and that's what my dad sang to my brother who is serving ns soon. well, since everything's back to normal i can finally not worry about anything. today i'm not going anywhere out of the house. maybe tomorrow. maybe. days just gets boring and more boring! and my mind just keeps on running out of topic. running and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*humming the song my father sang*&lt;br /&gt;good luck bro.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2270982649253853588?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2270982649253853588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2270982649253853588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2270982649253853588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2270982649253853588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/they-say-in-army-food-is-very-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-1555687527790504781</id><published>2008-04-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:07:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah yeah, I'm back blogging! someone smacked my face just now. hahah! nie arhh, Ng Joo SIAAAAH! she smacked my beyoootiful + oh-so gorgeous face! hmph! but i knew she was kidding. haha, i was kidding too. =D but you know, part of me never regret what I've said to her. "you better make sure they spell and read out our names correctly arhhh!" hahaha, honestly! the speaker should really have a ruler with them so that they can CLEARLY see our names! recently, my name was not being called and i have to wait ALONE on the stage with every freaking one of the prize winners! and just now, maisarah's name was not called. and NG JOO SIAAAH assume that we didn't took our attendance. URGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our choreographer was not very supportive of us, and this matter was obvious! she deliberately asked us whether if it's okay if she took her decision on not teaching us anymore after Canberran's day. how rude! I KNOW. i know lah the juniors might be a bit slow, but just bare with it laaaah. you don't have to bring their pride down you know. as a student, i really do feel ashamed after what you've said to us. seriously, me and friends really agree that CAMILLE[ABG FAIZUL A.K.A FORMER CHOREOGRAPHER AND WHO IS NOW A FULL-TIME gay] is waaaay much better than youuu! maybe i should put the word 'gay' in the smallest way possible, hehee. but I CHOOSE NOT TO! HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but although being so, he really doesn't look like a gay at all unlike his friends, first look and you'll know that that's a guy. he looks totally girly. or should i say she? haha. but seriously, he's pretty. well, in just 8 more days, I'm free! freedom...freedom! FREEEDOM! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okeeey, im done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;later. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1555687527790504781?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1555687527790504781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1555687527790504781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1555687527790504781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1555687527790504781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-yeah-im-back-blogging-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-1187286514441412798</id><published>2008-04-10T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:52:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had it with all this sensitive stuffs around me. please! I've had it with this kind of behavior. I'm aware with what your horoscope says what kind of a person you are, DONE. well, until all of this is over, i shall not bring up the fact that this kind of behavior just pissed me off! I've finished all of my homeworks except for SS. oh well, I'm too tired of doing homeworks. shall see whether i want to finish up my SS homework tonight before 11:59pm. i guess i won't be doing this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cancelled my outing with both parties for some reason. mom already altered my shirt that i bought from Thailand. thanks mom! and to think that I'll be wearing the shirt today, so not gonna happen. goodbye berms, selamat tinggal, sayonara! I'm gonna miss you! ='( this one day 'holiday' so does not make my day. and tomorrow too! with MLCC and all. poor me. poor everybody! but nvm, i still have my Saturdays and Sundays with me. i can relax on those days. thank God. friends and i are really looking forward to this day, 19/04/2008. sweet! the day tells us that we should be enjoying ourselves yet studying and preparing for our O's. whee! can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;i love you, sweet sweet Earth!&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;okeeey, crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1187286514441412798?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1187286514441412798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1187286514441412798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1187286514441412798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1187286514441412798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-had-it-with-all-this-sensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-528390477108459072</id><published>2008-04-09T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:37:10.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah! i got no asp today! i am so thankful for Tuesday. some more i haven't got any practice for countless days. feeling grateful again. but just when i am getting excited about today, tomorrow is NOT a very fun day in school. with the school dismissing us at 2.10 and our asp some more. so tired! i feel like as if i wanna skip the ultra-mundane asp! i am so not looking forward to tomorrow's asp! it's either physics or chemistry. BORING! and what's more, i have a test on a maths! Oh "goody"! tonight, by hook or by crook, i HAVE to recap on the things I've learn in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i lost my contact lenses in my right eye. dad went ballistic over this matter. the everybody whom i told only made me feel worse! gladly, between me and mom, it's totally over. we went back to our normal self once I had found my contact lens. i did sound as if i was being rude though talking to mom and scolding her for telling dad. sorry. and again, i even sound twice as rude when my sister's friend called my house. i was really paranoid! with everybody and with my contact lens. searched for it for like 15 minutes! touching my eyes, putting the solution into my eyes. and for that, my eyes are red! yes, and exactly how did i loose my contact lens in the first place? i was doing my business and i HAD to wipe off my eyes. and then it happened. hahahaha! mcm bodoh kan?! i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i felt guilty of forcing Maisarah to stay in school until all is over. she was crying the hell out in class because she was having her period. haha. like what I've said before, you have to learn how to live without panadols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i say it again...&lt;br /&gt;"YOU HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO LIVE W/O PANADOLS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;read it, learn it, eat it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-528390477108459072?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/528390477108459072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=528390477108459072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/528390477108459072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/528390477108459072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-i-got-no-asp-today-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-2350186385374738795</id><published>2008-04-07T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:03:18.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so irritated! by someone and by Monday stuffs! never ever wished i met the person before. i didn't know i was your idol. ooops! what i meant to say is that, i didn't know everyone was your idol. trying to act as if you never followed anyone before. i am not saying you shouldn't. in fact, everyone does that all the time. the following following stuffs. most people do. but i get completely irritated when people whom i hate follows me. just get out! GET OUT I TELL YA! haha. funny how it turns out to be. you saying to the person and yet you yourself is following people. kind of like a food chain? weird! by the way, please lah eh. "saper terase cili, dier yang terase pedas." cheh cheh cheh! melayu babe! hahahahhaha. if i'm wrong, please keep it to yourself. :) but it feels weird though, it's as if i'm your idol. wow! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i, along with the sec4 malay students was dismissed early. at 3? yehhh, pretty much. and i went from not crazy to CRAAAAZY! like seriously! one of my classmates told us something about the napfa test and hell, it totally made me loose control! i mean, i can spend that time watching teevee and sleeping, ya know! GAWD! please oh please, next time do tell us earlier before the skinny one gets ballistic! it's not pretty ya know. hehee. uhhhhh, before i forget, i'd like to wish FEDOURA an extra extra advanced birthday before i end off my post. furthermore, i think she's trying to give a shout out to everyone that it's her 16th birthday. hahaha! baruu nak jejakkk 16 kepeeeeeeee? hahahhahaha. k lah, shouldn't be saying that. pffft! and mom bought me my maybelline foundation! ain't that exciting?! it's like WOW![for me!] hahahahah! wheeeee! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY EXTRA EXTRA ADVANCED BIRTHDAY, FEDOURAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2350186385374738795?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2350186385374738795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2350186385374738795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2350186385374738795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2350186385374738795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-irritated-by-someone-and-by-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-6771732793781648780</id><published>2008-04-07T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:15:31.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>problems of my own. haiyooo! this people drive me craaazy! but nonetheless, mom's cooking made my day. i love mom! hee! anyway as you all know, i'm putting my blog as private for some reasons. i've editted some of my pictures. old one of course. the v.old pic when i still had my long hair. =( i miss my long long hair! but nvm, hair will grow. for now, i'll just pray that my hair will grow long as long as my old hair. i guess i should apologize to the person that i have hurt yesterday. yeahhh, i can do it! i know i can! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, what i said about ayu is true. even atikah agrees so! today i have to accompany mom to sun plaza. PENAAAAT! but oh well. going to sun plaza = getting my foundation and concealer! wheeee~ just now, i was wondering about the upcoming graduation night this year. i wonder if it's gonna be held in school or not. hopefully not. cuz if it is, im not going, that's for sure! it's not like i'm living in Hougang or what. i'm living in Sembawang and in just 10 minutes, i can reach school. who in world would wanna dress up beautifully and go to school in just 10 minutes? i'd rather let strangers see me within one hour or so, then go to school. forget what i've said, if you don't know what i mean. i myself don't know what i'm writing. HAH! point is, i don't want this year's graduation night to be held in school. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have one hour plus to go before going outttt!&lt;br /&gt;must get ready NOW!&lt;br /&gt;LATERRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-6771732793781648780?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/6771732793781648780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=6771732793781648780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6771732793781648780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6771732793781648780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/problems-of-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-6514693364752239890</id><published>2008-04-04T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:05:07.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate AYUUUU! super the super HATE her! in case you're wondering, ayu is a junior in canberra. she's in malay dance and NOW i'm sooo sooo pissed off by her! our instructor wanted to teach us all[sec 4s] the steps for our next dence by forming a circle. you weren't in the dance, so get lost lahhh. and you just have to come and sit in the center of us and give us that look? konon2 cute lah tuuu. yeahh right! that look is still fresh on my mind. that irritating stoopid look of her's. i just asked what were you doing in the center of our circle and you said "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;orang punyer pasal arh.&lt;/span&gt;" what is this? did malay dance taught you how to be rude? if you ever think you wanna be rude to us again, fine! we'll be three times rude to you, you stoopid bitch. seriously! even if you're in Sri Warisan, that doesn't mean that you're five times better than us. some of us are seriously better than you, and i think our instructor agrees so. and please, i'm not saying it's me. ayuuu, you haven't seen the rude side of me. if you choose to do so towards me and show all your "minah" side, i'll make sure you'll lose! and if you think i'm kidding, think again lahhh eh. i may be short and you may think that i can't do much, but i put my heart and soul to what i'm saying and to what i'm gonna do to you. i don't just talk the talk, i walk the walk, sweetie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, weekends to rest. i needed this days. and so does everyone else, i know. i'm too tired to even talk about my life this days. this post is just for ayu and for her only. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-6514693364752239890?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/6514693364752239890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=6514693364752239890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6514693364752239890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/6514693364752239890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-ayuuuu-super-super-hate-her-in.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-346518482079574916</id><published>2008-04-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:25:08.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haluuu everybody! again, a very tiring day for me. with the extra classes and all. tomorrow is also another tiring day for me and for the rest of the performers as well. i hate my cca. urgh! mr sham better be a man with words. he told us that he's gonna tell raudhah to close down our ccas straight away after Canberran's day. wee! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh, kay.&lt;br /&gt;from now on people, i'll be short posting.&lt;br /&gt;post things that is short. short in the posting. yeahhh, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-346518482079574916?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/346518482079574916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=346518482079574916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/346518482079574916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/346518482079574916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/04/haluuu-everybody-again-very-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3681483929553444512</id><published>2008-03-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:00:10.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped malay asp todaaaay. because i have a date with my superman. SUPER ZULLY! hahhaa, the one who talks in Thai just now when i gave him a note in Thailand. he talks funny and that funny even SOUNDS funny! hahahha, you are such a sweetheart! haha! makes me crack everytime i hear your voice. well, on the other hand. i have to force mama to write mazni a letter stating that i had to accompany her to the polyclinic. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until here.&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARAAAA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3681483929553444512?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3681483929553444512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3681483929553444512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3681483929553444512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3681483929553444512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/skipped-malay-asp-todaaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-8219522539543747608</id><published>2008-03-30T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STAY HOME SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;how boring! yesterday was FUNNNNNN! despite the fucking waitress at LJS vivocity. urghhh! you should be thanking God i didn't ask Mr. Sham to write a letter of complaint to you. she arhhh! haiyooo. she make me loose my mood yesterday. why? my untouched-unlicked-unteared-delicious-hot-new-served chicken fell onto the ground all because of her! hahaha, then i went O.O and she went "sorry" with her &lt;s&gt;plus sized&lt;/s&gt; body and her &lt;s&gt;stoopid&lt;/s&gt; face! well girl, sorry's not gonna make up for my chickenS. three pieces summore! pity me lahhh. haha, and you don't even have the initiative to replace my food with a new one. don't you care for your skinny looking customer?! URGHHHH! hahaha. forget about that heartless bitch. let's move on to the rest of the story, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching harbourfront, we saw a lot of interesting + desperate boys along the way. purposely trying to catch our attention by knocking onto us? pfffft! yeahh, you did catch our attention. NOT! if you guys are NOT handsome and neither are you cutesome, okeeey? well, except for one or two. boys, guys, man. they're such a pain in the arse. hahaha. oh yeahh, an ang-moh did gave a seat to me when he saw me standing beside the pole. awwwww, sweet. hahaha. thank you btw. at least someone did pity this little girl! hee! and while i was taking pics of myself and hearing my girlies talk, i saw and we saw this minahrep-matrep looking couple. i know, they're EVERYWHERE! hahaha. the guy. OMG. staring2 like it's so typical since your girlfriend is soo walking like as if she's not a virgin. serious lahhh, not exaggerating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why am i talking about boys-guys-man here?&lt;br /&gt;okeeey enough.&lt;br /&gt;pictures pleaseeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8K4GZfbmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JyvPbFLKQ24/s1600-h/P1040385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8K4GZfbmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JyvPbFLKQ24/s320/P1040385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183373655033212514" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8KImZfblI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bfpz3iIn-3I/s1600-h/P1040372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8KImZfblI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bfpz3iIn-3I/s320/P1040372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183372838989426258" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8Jh2ZfbkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dzEh1pEsq4E/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8Jh2ZfbkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dzEh1pEsq4E/s320/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183372173269495362" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8IyWZfbjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H7TDC1Ac1JM/s1600-h/P1040400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8IyWZfbjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H7TDC1Ac1JM/s320/P1040400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183371357225709106" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8IKWZfbiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ugnNLbFGEi0/s1600-h/P1040388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8IKWZfbiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ugnNLbFGEi0/s320/P1040388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183370670030941730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8219522539543747608?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8219522539543747608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8219522539543747608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8219522539543747608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8219522539543747608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/stay-home-sunday-how-boring-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-8K4GZfbmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JyvPbFLKQ24/s72-c/P1040385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-688720202399765713</id><published>2008-03-29T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:50:48.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey! today is a perfect day to go out and have fun + stress free with my girlies! we have a LOT of catching up to do since you know, i haven't been in school and took a 2 weeks holiday instead of a one week holiday all because of my high fever. and anddd, me and sayangku atikah have yet to see each other since last three weeks. or two. hahaha. i'm not so sure. we've been too busy with her obs and my fever. but i manage to see maisarah the slenger face. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in the afternoon, we are heading to vivocity to catch up with each other. you know, the usuals. chit chat, gossip and all. it's been a while since i went to vivo ya know. hmmm, miss sangat2. hahaha, padehal takder pape eh. HAH. now i'mma have to think about what am i gonna wear. dress, no dress? dress, no dress? alahhh, i'll think about it later lahhh since i have 1 hour more to go before i'm being forced to bathe. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until here?&lt;br /&gt;pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;will update soon, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! SAYONARA! LATER! ASSALAMUALAIKUM! and summore summore lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-688720202399765713?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/688720202399765713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=688720202399765713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/688720202399765713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/688720202399765713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/yey-today-is-perfect-day-to-go-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-173726701720658566</id><published>2008-03-28T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:09.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happened in school today? okeey, i ate worms. hahaha, like seriously! honestly lahh, it was deep fried wormsssss. haha, disgusting huh? yeahh, quite, by the look of it. but you guys should definitely try one if anyone of your friends offer them. like in my case, i was offered by my social studies teacher. hhahaa. taste like chicken? taste like snacks. with a little salty taste. as disgusting as it may sound, i ate three of them. HAH! and so did maisarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for an afternoon activity, i was having my dance in the ava room, B-O-R-I-N-G! seriously, and tiring. but a tiny part of me did kind of enjoyed it though. becauseee, i was laughing throughout the whole training. hahah! couldn't take it! the juniours were so cute! they were sooo SOTONG! hahahahah! even when asked to sit down, they have trouble sitting down, one of them sat down like as if she wanted to go do her business! hahaha, kekek siot! and and anddd, faryna you little cutie pie! hahaha, she was asked to stand up and MAK KAAUUUU! she took time standing up and it's like as if she was VERYYY tired! and throughout the whole dance, when i had to stop to look at people's fault, i looked at her face. and there she is. MENGAH BTOL MUKER DIERRRR! hahahahahah! wait wait, even my instructor have to wait for me to stop laughing, and so did everyone. hahaha. sorry if my laughter towards you girls is harsh but what my laughter is trying to tell you girls is that, you girls are so cuteee when you dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, next time round i half-half promise i won't laugh anymore okeeey?&lt;br /&gt;hehe!&lt;br /&gt;alrighty den.&lt;br /&gt;pictures please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfTGZfbeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ADd6xPSLUWk/s1600-h/worms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfTGZfbeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ADd6xPSLUWk/s320/worms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182762790424636898" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfsmZfbhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SO-pQ78ld_Y/s1600-h/Picture007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfsmZfbhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SO-pQ78ld_Y/s320/Picture007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182763228511301138" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfl2ZfbgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A9RQJVuB-N4/s1600-h/Picture006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfl2ZfbgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A9RQJVuB-N4/s320/Picture006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182763112547184130" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfgWZfbfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/x4HBCqKzYww/s1600-h/Picture009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfgWZfbfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/x4HBCqKzYww/s320/Picture009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182763018057903602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-173726701720658566?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/173726701720658566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=173726701720658566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/173726701720658566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/173726701720658566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-happened-in-school-today-okeey-i.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R-zfTGZfbeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ADd6xPSLUWk/s72-c/worms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-7389466264076384237</id><published>2008-03-23T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:29:14.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhhh God! i feel like i'm not getting better at all.. sighhhh! and with this condition, how am i gonna come to school tomorrow. gosh, it's been 5 days that i'm totally spending my time at home. how boooring! i miss the outside world! haha, okeeh now i'm exaggerating. my temperature is going up and down. as if it's playing tricks on me. like, seriously! yesterday was 37.4. today is 38.1! urgh you @#!$&amp;* thermometer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people hasn't been treating me well either. guess this month isn't my month. and im sick of it! i feel like im tumbling down, in health in life, in everything..&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7389466264076384237?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7389466264076384237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7389466264076384237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7389466264076384237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7389466264076384237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/ohhhh-god-i-feel-like-im-not-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3103241722064975623</id><published>2008-03-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:11:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick sick SICKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;mom is forcing me to eat my medicine but i decided to blog now and eat later. i didn't actually thought i would be in this position right now despite a hectic schedule i had. today, dad had to wake me up because i was sleeping when maghrib started. and i almost thought i was feeling A LOT better. but then, after visiting the clinic, the doctor checked my temperature and the results shocked me. 38.9 degrees! and i thought it was 37.9, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;atikah and fedoura, most probably i'm not coming tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt; so sorry. the doctor have already given me the mc for today and tomorrow. hopefully, i can come to school on Friday. and and the bad news is, i can't continue my CCA. i'll tell raudhah about it, no worries. hmmmm, questions on Friday yeahhh. okeeey, since mom is waiting for me to eat my medicine, i shall end off here. pfffft! mak aku. hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3103241722064975623?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3103241722064975623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3103241722064975623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3103241722064975623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3103241722064975623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-sick-sickkkk-mom-is-forcing-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-1789028424590901517</id><published>2008-03-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:34:05.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woits! after days of not updating, i finally came up to blog. i missed two whole days of trainings at school and for that, maybe i'm going to be placed with fasiha all that stupid bitches. hahaha, really! they irritate me just by me looking at thier eyes. if you guys wanna know who's fasiha[which i'm sure you people wouldn't bother] go search for the "step jambu" girl in sec 2 ke 3. haha. okeeey enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maisarah ehhh, have yet to send me pictures in Thailand. haiyoooo! oh yahhh, since today is a clash between the anniversaries of maisarah and A_____H[go figure], i have storystory to story about. people, you will be so disgusted by them. that that step maner emo guy[like what fedoura mentioned] and the A_____H. i know what i'm about to say is a loooong time ago, but they tend to do the somewhat similar thing in school too! ahhhh, on Hari raya, we went to boyfriend's house. fedoura, atikah and maisarah along with their boyfriends have already boarded the lift. so me and boyfriend alone with them right? am i right? kaaay, they can bercumbu2 ignoring me and boyfriend! urgh! act as if it's their flat! and andddd not to mention, a very VERY bad impression on zully's brother or whatever who was standing outside the gate! maaaaan! korang takder maner2 tempat ke nak uat nie semue?! gi lah frangrance hotel ke? hahaha, cheh! frangrance hotel arhhhh, not bad nurul. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, enough said, they are just disgustingly gross! fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;=) oh yeahhh,&lt;br /&gt;and happy 8 months anniversary to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;pfffft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-1789028424590901517?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1789028424590901517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=1789028424590901517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1789028424590901517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/1789028424590901517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/woits-after-days-of-not-updating-i.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5743370323669839516</id><published>2008-03-12T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:20:01.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey im back from thailand!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa. woo! and i really need to catch up with my family, cousins and boyfriend. i miss you guys soooo much. bought some stuffs here and there. some of the people there purposely go and increase the price of the Guess bag which i tot i wanna buy it for mom. increase klau skit takper jgk, smpai 2000+ da melampau siots! i know lah we foreigners, hot one. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally going out with zully tomorrow. weee! haha, im soo excited! oh yeahh, the bitch[Wong] have a family of her own which surprised the hell out of us. like seriously, with that attitude of hers, we nearly thought she haven't even have a husband. oh wells. and i just got to know that the bugis tops are all from thailand. except that in thailand, they have a whole lot of tops to choose from. and it's cheap! 100 baht which is 5 bucks in spore. but i didn't buy much. since i didn't have 2000+ with me. hmmm, bummer? yeah. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please, if you think im bragging about thailand, i'm not. just sharing my experience there. photos? it's at maisarah's cam. yo yo yo, biler mau antar? cepat2 yeahhhh. i'll update more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5743370323669839516?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5743370323669839516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5743370323669839516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5743370323669839516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5743370323669839516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/yey-im-back-from-thailand-hahahhaa.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3712620815827258968</id><published>2008-03-06T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:09:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so pissed off! because of my lateness, someone cancelled out the outing. grrrr! and it's not babe okeeeh. what to do, i kan mmg sentiase fashionably late.. woo! FASHIONABLY OI! hahahhaa. nadaaa. none of that is true, being fashionably late and all, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, atikah action. i know. hahha. why? she just excel herself on her hatest subjects. social studies. hahhaaha, she went screaming all over the classroom and then, terdiam. hahha, weird? tell me about it. tonight, i'm gonna pack up my bag and head to Thailand tomorrow. so excited! haha, excited skg skali tak jadi pegi eh? hahaha! all because of the dumb teacher. hmmm, k i'm done. pictures please. nak pictures tak? nak kan? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambar blom lagi edit. k da. main jauh2. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_Pvs8sMlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1McEQqWrERs/s1600-h/Picture018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_Pvs8sMlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1McEQqWrERs/s320/Picture018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174582915298505298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_PTM8sMkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BgNUahX135A/s1600-h/Picture027+editted2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_PTM8sMkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BgNUahX135A/s320/Picture027+editted2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174582425672233538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_PLM8sMjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5r7OGkr3ue4/s1600-h/Picture022+editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_PLM8sMjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5r7OGkr3ue4/s320/Picture022+editted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174582288233280050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_PBs8sMiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7KFovMJKj7Q/s1600-h/Picture002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_PBs8sMiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7KFovMJKj7Q/s320/Picture002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174582125024522786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_O6M8sMhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8jaMvKwvPrw/s1600-h/Picture010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_O6M8sMhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8jaMvKwvPrw/s320/Picture010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174581996175503890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3712620815827258968?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3712620815827258968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3712620815827258968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3712620815827258968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3712620815827258968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-pissed-off-because-of-my-lateness.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toCMor4EN6w/R8_Pvs8sMlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1McEQqWrERs/s72-c/Picture018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25611477.post-3478083297956348252</id><published>2008-03-05T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:07:40.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was not a v.good day after all. firstly, i just got to know that i had failed my combined science. a D7. sheesh! oh well nurul, say goodbye to your poly. hahaha. and babe says he don't accept failures. hmph! how could you?! haha. nvm, forget about him. as for now, i just realised how sweet my friends were. haha. like serious talking here. they are willing to give up their edusave account for me. sweet kan? hahahaha. thanks girls. thanks eventhough it's not confirmed. i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, upon having a failing my combined science, i know for sure i'm gonna fail my combined humanities. and and andddd, i knew the truth about faidi thaaaat he's 25! like omg! hahaha. he's 25 and working as a policeman and working as a partime in organizing God-knows-what thingy. haha. aiyoyo! faidi! why never tell me early2? hmmm, i'm quite disappointed but i'm cool now. i've a lot of catching up to do with my old friends. can we meet? hurhurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3478083297956348252?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3478083297956348252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3478083297956348252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3478083297956348252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3478083297956348252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-today-was-not-v.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-5924291300642125377</id><published>2008-03-03T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:08:51.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have cancelled the things that are not in my dream on lists now. i'm not sure whether i'm gonna buy it or not but i will cancel it out for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the bad news. i failed my physics. yey! hahahhaa. by 4 marks which means i have to score a 29 for my chemistry. and and andddd, i have to score 12 for my social studies! urgh! omg! this is sooo stressful. but nonetheless, i scored myself a distinction for my additional mathematics. woahhh! like WOAHHH! hahaha. alahhhh, i need to practise more! 2 subjects have caused me 6 points. i could have done better. hmmmm, oh well. it's no use now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on the more worse news today, i just knew that siee cikgu2 merepek kat css just booked the tickets to Thailand. sie Ng pun tak tau whether diorng da book ke belum. hahaha, such an ass. well, look who's a REAL pain in the arse now. siee WONG anrh nie. urrgggghhhh! she is such a fun sucker, i tell you! mcm nak mati. seriously, why must you go?! and to think that one of us are gona sleep with YOU?! dream on, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhh, did i tell you, on saturday, i spotted a skater down somerset mrt station. gosh this guy! haha, now HE'S  a real joke. people do their hair spike2 right, you guys see that type of hair all the time? he's the strange one. out of his hair, there's only three hair standing. as in there's only three spikes on his hair. hahaha. after seeing the joker of the day, babe and i couldn't take it anymore, laughed our hell out! hahaha. i mean, don't you think it's stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;come'on lahhh kan.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;bunch of baka' people.&lt;br /&gt;pfffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo. the 11 sisters. you girls arh, tak make trouble tak sah eh? even people in my block knows how your perangai(s) arh. all of you. just now, upon waiting for the lift, this malay lady was totally angry at the younger generations of the 11 sisters. i dun even wanna know what the hell they do. haha. the aunty was so angry she complained to me how bad they were. see, aku jugak kene dngar. and trust me aunty, i know! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh, ok. i'll update later. &lt;br /&gt;right now, i have to siap2 and mit up with babe.&lt;br /&gt;wooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-5924291300642125377?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5924291300642125377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=5924291300642125377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5924291300642125377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/5924291300642125377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-start-with-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3578495285753406897</id><published>2008-03-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:30:29.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strange people with strange style just makes me go.....strange! hahaha. yesterday i had fun fun FUN with my handsome man. haha, we went shopping and last minute plan to head to the cinemas. after getting the tickets and all, we headed straight for bugis and shop2. we searched for zully's jeans. haha, the aunty there speaks so strange that me and babe went "huh?" haha. thennnn, i tot of buying my pair of jeans but he suggested on me buying myself a dress. but i didn't manage to find the "one". hmmm, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, upon heading for cineleisure, we saw a cinone guy walking past us with a half white half black jeans? strange? extraordinary? haha, yeah. we didn't even know if a shop sells jeans like dat! well if they do, they're a joke. haha. and people who wears that are a total dufus. i don't mean to say such things but seriously, they are. sorry to whoever's boyfriend or whoever who wears that kind of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and anddddd, aku tak sempat nak taking taking pictures with him!&lt;br /&gt;urgh!&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, i had fun!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3578495285753406897?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3578495285753406897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3578495285753406897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3578495285753406897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3578495285753406897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-people-with-strange-style-just.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-8243092119426788276</id><published>2008-02-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:40:11.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i skipped mlcc for a reasonable reason okeeeeh?&lt;br /&gt;i have to shop for my jeans. but in the end, i didn't manage to do so. hahaha, change of plans. boyfriend arh nie. haha. heyyy, shopping for something is URGENTLY important! but i did manage to skip mlcc. hey, dat's a good thing. skip then next week also skip THEN next next week also skip. hahaha. kan? next next week takder mlcc kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, whichever way. 2mr is somewhat on and tak on my REAL plans on buying the jeans. urgh! babe i really REALLY need a pair of jeans. like really! and wanna know something? he told me that i'm like clover! f.y.i clover from totally spies. for those of you who are not familiar with clover, sam and alex, go figure. ok back to story-story i nie. ahhhh, he told me i'm like clover because i'm into fashion stuffs and popularity. like OMG! babe, i'm sooo not like that! ......ok, maybe a lil. hee! and i remembered about maisarah and atikah. then aku tanyer dier lah[not because of their skin color]. he told me mai is like sam cuzzzzz, she's always the center person. kaaaan atikah? hahahha. and i forgot to ask about atikah cuz babe and i bumped onto his old friends. sorieee atikah. hahah. however, i will insert why he chose atikah as alex. cuz alex is soo into sporty stuffs and cute cute stuffs. haha. plus, alex is so natural. and yet so her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, since that convo is all done. i wanna celebrate my "exam's over" day by karaoke-ing. hahhaa, kental sakkk! k, da eh daaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8243092119426788276?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8243092119426788276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8243092119426788276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8243092119426788276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8243092119426788276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-skipped-mlcc-for-reasonable-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-7338047013625704272</id><published>2008-02-24T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:24:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeeee! flirtatious kau nie eh? takde laki lain eh? tapi takper, aku cool. i'm cool i'm cool. kau nak buat aper2 pun, buat lah eh. AKU TAK KISAHHH PONNN! food food food, we all love food. why leave something more important then food? gelojo nahh. haha. pffft, people nowadays. leave them a.s.a.p! seriously! and i dun get why i'm always cheating on myself this years. honestly, i thought i could have it all but i was wrong. she's probably telling all sorts of things to people around her. the person i've trusted all this while. confirm dier bilang punyer! omg! haha. nak bilang, bilang lah eh. sembarang kau lah. klau kau rase tu yang patut kau buat, just go ahead. but still, everybody knows it's all in the past. be it! you can change things the other way round. da lah satu flirtatious, satu lagi some "secret keeper". oh wells, let it be that way. oh yahhh, saper2 yang terrase, diam2 and make it YOUR own business. thanks! i wish you luck lah eh although kau buat aku mcm gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddd, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-7338047013625704272?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7338047013625704272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=7338047013625704272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7338047013625704272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/7338047013625704272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/02/eeeee-flirtatious-kau-nie-eh-takde-laki.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-8667221376241564480</id><published>2008-02-06T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:59:28.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, somehow i get this feeling friendster's horoscopes for capricorn are true to me. i dun actually know what they mean in reality but makes sense. haha. so i just came back from having an outing together with dad, mom, and sister. we headed to west coast and had our lunch there. hell was it kenyang! hahhaa. serious! and i drank milo dinosaur. oishi! you guys should try it. and and try the mee bakso. sedaaap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, dad was picking us up using his trailer. hahahha. say lah what you guys wana say. and opick's brother, this goes to you too. i dun give a fuck to what you wanna say lah eh. ohhh back to my story telling, at jurong, we thought of going imm but nahhh, we headed home instead. thennnn, ader this group of 19-year old looking guys stared at me and my sister. KAUUUU! macam tak pernah nampak prmpn! hahahah! fool! da lahhh korng punyer member tu step mat salleh. hahha. dengan rambutnyaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yahhh, did i mention, there was this taxi. i think the taxi driver was too clever or what, he go and turn his taxi to a one way road! GILER KEPE KAU! hahaha. da lamer hidup?! mampus lah kau! nasib takder police. hahhaa. nasib kau arh babe. i mean, honestly lahhh, kau da kenaper? hahhaa. alahhh, forget about him. andd andd andd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DADDY CALLED ME THE "&lt;strong&gt;CAT WOMAN&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know lah my eyeliner maha lentik punyerrr.&lt;br /&gt;alright aper?&lt;br /&gt;hahha, lentik2 pun people follow jugak.&lt;br /&gt;some tak reti nak pkai pun pkai jugak. btol tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerlah2, from now on, i'll try to minimise my lentik-ness, okeeeh dad?&lt;br /&gt;okeeeh takkk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-8667221376241564480?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8667221376241564480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=8667221376241564480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8667221376241564480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/8667221376241564480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm-somehow-i-get-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-2811720496619762762</id><published>2008-02-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:11:51.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! i just came back from chalet we[my cousins aunties and family] organized. haha. actually it was a surprise birthday party for my sister. of course lah, her 21st birthday. and she wasn't expecting anything so when she got in the room, she had one hell of a surprise! woo! hahaha. and cried. i guess, terlalu happy lah tuu. her presents? MAKK KAUUU! kayer perfume and dresses and necklaces. hahaha. and to think that she didn't fall for our stoopid excuses. hahaha! she is so naive! and and and thanks to me for being the lookout girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeahh we took pictures of us cousins. andddd! aku jealous! my grandpapa took picture with her with his hands wrapped around her! urgh! hahaha, but nvm. oh yahh, the cake was written "Happy 21st B'day, Aunty Arah" andddd mom got the idea of me being called "Aunty Anne". HAHAH! like, i knoww! Anne as in N? get it? nvm, haha. dun worry, i'll upload the pics soon. the night is still young, seriously and was proved by Angah and Me. played stoopid games. hahaha. Hello Kitty The Uno? hahhaa, crap seyy. but fun! sister will be back home on monday. which meansssss, i'll be getting my hands on this damn laptop! woo! happie nyerrr! and no one to nag me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst psst, farah's friend[wan]&lt;br /&gt;is sooooo hot!&lt;br /&gt;serious!&lt;br /&gt;melt tau aku kat saner!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. okok, done eh done.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, voodoo dolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2811720496619762762?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2811720496619762762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2811720496619762762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2811720496619762762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2811720496619762762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-i-just-came-back-from-chalet-wemy.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-4751775372839189790</id><published>2008-01-31T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:02:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now for a real update.&lt;br /&gt;e maths is going down. still, what about a maths? lagi worse. ehhh, i think i bought wrongly lah the skinny jeans tuu. hmmm, should have bought the black one first(cuz easy to match) then the grey one. oh well. sister and i have been eyeing on these pair of cutesome maryjanes! alahhhh, nampak ajer mahal tapi kedai mcm siekk! hahaha. so it's a deal, u $15, i $15. woo! maryjanes, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and boyfriend finally settled our own problems and the relationship? it's good. i missed him soo much. 1 more week and yahoo! i'm going pool, i think. boyfriend asked me if i could tag along with him this sat. i can't lah dear. sorry again. u dun mind kan? well anyway, the kailontong guy is sooooo cute! tapi kan, he's abit fat huh? hahaha, dun mean to be rude but yes he is. hahaha. people who know him, please shut your mouth. hahaa. and i've just read his blog and hell! he got himself a pet kitten! CUTE! serious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, DONE'D'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4751775372839189790?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4751775372839189790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4751775372839189790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4751775372839189790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4751775372839189790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-for-real-update.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-558424734709068048</id><published>2008-01-31T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:50:09.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everybody. announcement please. can the girl with the ugly eye brows, step maner punyer besar and BONCET perut please get out of my face!? ouuuuu, i hate her i hate her i hate her! gosh, you should see her eye brows in real life ANDDD in pictures. both sucks. real bad! so, we were having our flea market last week ke ape ke anddddd wow wee, i saw her! eh please eh, kau da lah dengan your stoopid face which is cute though, please for God's sake! please change! da berubah teruk sak kau. berbual ngn org pun da mcm kurangajar. Kauuuu! sampai aku2 skali terkejut. aku mintak tolong kawan aku buat bende tu pun salah kepe? cabut kau nyer bulu kening aru tau! hahahaha! please lah. and kat flea market tu, da knaper ngn eyeliner kau? nak orang pkai kan kepe? asl kau tak pkai sendiri? BECAUSE YOUR TOO CLEVER FOR THIS, OBVIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious lah eh. change for the better arh. benci sak aku ngn prangai kau.&lt;br /&gt;and please, i know why you're staring at me everytime you see me.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I'M PRETTY! serious! aku lawar sangat2!&lt;br /&gt;thank you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-558424734709068048?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/558424734709068048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=558424734709068048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/558424734709068048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/558424734709068048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/01/everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-3722888484027570931</id><published>2008-01-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:23:25.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright i'm like FINALLY updating. hmmm, days like this puts me in so much pressure. with life and studies. like what happened to Atikah the last time, me and boyfriend is drifting away. i let God do our relationship. cuz He knows best. sorry banget i late2 reaply on blogs and aper2 lahhh. the laptop was down for weeks! bingit sakk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister is turning 21 soon. hey girls, again, sorie bangeeeet i can't go out with you guys. hee! next week eh? yang ader chinese new year nyer holidays? ahhhh yeahhhh. i think i'm gonna have to save up my money. haha. becauseeee me mai and atikah has been eating and eating and eating! kan?! for one things for sure, we're gonna have to cancel our plans to watch 27dresses because of lil miss macam2, maisarah! aiyoooo! you arh, sepak muker! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrrrm, i bought dress. hahaha. ok, da tak ada topic sihhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-3722888484027570931?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3722888484027570931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=3722888484027570931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3722888484027570931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/3722888484027570931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-im-like-finally-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-4078563676587455463</id><published>2008-01-03T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:24:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw this picture from my sister's friend. it's a forwarded message. and may i just say shawks! china cheap flip flops are somewhat chemicalised or something. i know! how strange but yeahhh. so be afraid. on top of that, 1st day was humiliating! hahaha. i did the most blurr thing of all. since i couldn't see properly even with my glasses on, i couldn't see the classes that were pasted at the wall in the hall. somemore i'm terlalu stupid, i forgot i was already in sec4! i go and sit in the 3en! few minutes later aru prasan. KAUUUUU! MALU SAKKK! hahahahhaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now then, 2nd day of school was alright. i wanted to wear contact lenses on the very first day but i ended up wearing it to school on the 2nd day. hmmmmmmm. new year's resolution for me is just to pass my elementary mathematics andddd malay. I SOOOO HATE MALAY! Mazni must teach me extra! hahaha. since i'm so bad at it. just now, i just got my cheque of $150 for my achievements. luckily we came first. all of the late asses have to queue up in a long line. like, phew! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey! until the day i'm getting my scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;wooo!&lt;br /&gt;rich girl!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha! will upload the pics from the china flip flops thingy.&lt;br /&gt;toodles! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4078563676587455463?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4078563676587455463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4078563676587455463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4078563676587455463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4078563676587455463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-saw-this-picture-from-my-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-95509510750749645</id><published>2007-12-30T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:45:06.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello again. so bored so i figured why not spend my time to update. i cancelled my plans for today because my sister was sick. we were supposed to go town. you know, the usual stuffs. shop. ahhh yeahhh. i can't wait for the johor outing. get cheap clothes around there. woo! the other time me and cousins and of course our folks went to johor, i saw the cutest thing. i fell in love for this Guess? blouse. pink! omg! hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur. i miss those moments! ehk, tomorrow countdown ehk? i'm not sure when it is. hahaha! serious! if i'm not wrong, it's tomorrow kan? okeeey which ever way lah ehk. haha. k dat's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-95509510750749645?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/95509510750749645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=95509510750749645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/95509510750749645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/95509510750749645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-2650276642559540370</id><published>2007-12-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:35:26.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay hey. i just woke up from my fast nap at night. i'm having a terrible flu right now. so apart from that, i went to maisarah's place today and did myself some homework. hate it? speak for yourself. hahhaha. maisarah's place got a lot of happening things. hahahaha. she knows, i know, you don't? well, i'm sharing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, we ate mee hongkong at her place. and while eating, i didn't actually knew i was going to scream "ahhhh choooo!" hahahhaa. well yes, you guessed it. while the food was still in my mouth, i sprayed all of it out! hahahha! i know! it's a total gross out thing. hahahaha. she got me a tissue box and i had to wipe it all away. yes, of course lah me. then who? haha. and the soup when "splatter splatter splatter" hahahahha! funny! yet gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaaay, dat's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-2650276642559540370?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2650276642559540370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=2650276642559540370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2650276642559540370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/2650276642559540370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-994093798935484342</id><published>2007-12-27T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:48:09.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am soooo angry at a girl. she's a girl not yet a woman. ahhhh yes. stupid little girl. stupid, gross-out, fat, annoying, disguesting little girl! okeeey, dat's enough. haha. so tomorrow i'm heading to somewhere i don't know. i think i'm spending off my edusave awards first while waiting for the super late bursary. poutpurri or however you spell it, their clothes, dresses and skirts are soooo tempting. but the price. oooooh the price! hurhur. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i'm still thinking of a place to go tomorrow. hmmm, got a place? do tag yahh. next year i'm sooo not ready. for the o-levels and for the tests or whatever. haha. boyfriend was stress lately. his momma is pushing him back and forth. poor him. nvm k hunney? you chill and do ya thang. you go.... man? well, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-994093798935484342?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/994093798935484342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=994093798935484342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/994093798935484342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/994093798935484342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-soooo-angry-at-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</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-25611477.post-4007820218618446612</id><published>2007-12-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:21:13.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've updated finally. huhuhu. it's gonna be a fast one cuz i wouldn't wanna miss my fave show. hee! plus, i've had a tiring day after all that walking i had around town with boyfriend. he wanted to buy volcom stuffs but at the end he bought this topman top instead. i'd told him for once just try something new. considering all those expensive tops. you see, i myself tried something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God! school shoes! where are you?! i've yet to find my school shoes at marina square which duplicates one of the topshop's shoes. sort of a jazzy type of shoe? nice, seriously. and besides having a thought for buying my school shoes, BURSARY's still keeping me waiting. according to the letter i had this morning, it's stated there that i'm gonna get my bursary on the 12th. well, it's sort of my birthday present i guess. haha! tis' the first time i'm getting my bursary on the month of january! please lah! urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i had a great time with my bbf.&lt;br /&gt;hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25611477-4007820218618446612?l=storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4007820218618446612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25611477&amp;postID=4007820218618446612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4007820218618446612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25611477/posts/default/4007820218618446612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthepastpresentandalways.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-updated-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>" Any Day It Will All Be Over "</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239649166884820188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
