<?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-131315033596299670</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:12:49.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up and read.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-1024863407699634952</id><published>2009-12-28T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:25:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting it all out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SzkcXzWmvfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vEWA4uZxKgc/s1600-h/00030a56.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SzkcXzWmvfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vEWA4uZxKgc/s320/00030a56.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420394821764693490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONAL POST AHEAD OMG! SORRYYYYYY~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Well, I told myself Im still not ready to be commited into it. But I told myself to give myself a chance but what happens? Ill end up screwing it or making a whole shit mess out of it. Im thankful that you can adapt and endure to my personality. This whole thing is tormenting me badly, like goddamn bad. I feel inferior. I feel puny when it comes to this. Im a woman who doesnt really exhibit my true feelings regarding all these. Ill wait for you to be the first to reveal it and hence, Ill just follow up. And I know youre just like me too, an introvert who keeps your feelings to yourself. And since this happened, we have been bickering regarding alot of things, hurting each other. And all these bickering has only prolonged the process of regaining trust for each other. Hell yeah we dont really say it, not honest with each other and simply concealing everything with a huge blanket with bold words, stating "forget it". Both of us will keep on saying that but at the back of our minds, it still keeps hitting the replay button. We keep assuring each other that theres trust, but deep down, is there? Or are we just simply pretending as to avoid a huge quarrel occurring? I am not really sure what im getting myself into. Am i falling in or out? We feel bad like for almost all the time, and we make up by uttering those 3 words but do we even make an effort to resolve it? NO. I am happy being in this thing, really I am but Im not sure if that happiness can sustain for a very looong time. You cant really comprehend what I am going through, having to choose. You say you do but you just dont, sorry. Im indecisive, I cant deny that and I need time. To pick myself up. I know you will be by my side, but you dont show it. ): Well, let time pass by and let god decide. If its meant to be, so be it. Ill be waiting for that prominent moment to come by and take me away, answering my questions.~ [:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA K IDK WHAT I JUST TYPED LAH I JUST FELT LIKE OMG SHIT, I HAVE TO TYPE THIS. LIKE REALLY, BADLY. JUST VENT EVERYTHING YOU KNOW. ENGLISH IS ATROCIOUS AND DETERIORATING BUT WHATEVER LAH. I have been speaking in broken english. I say eated. -.- when its suppose to be ate. I said goodly. -.-  Omg im doomed. Holidays are such a suckaaaaaaa. Like what Am said, it strains your relationship with people, especially peers.~ Ive actually made a resolution for next year. The most important one is to be a good muslimah, really. Ive been not practicing like a muslimah lately. Defiance and all, I have to throw that away. Bitchy-ness and gossips, have to be eliminated like ASAP. I have to start concentrating and be focus. No more fooling around and all. I think i am adequate enough for next year. I have my bestf and my princesses, sis, 4E7, band, friends, teachers, family, I think Im ready though to face 2010. I do not need anything else, am thankful with what I have now. No more smses and calling out? Its okay, no problem mom. Ill survive without it, somehow. [: Its like 5am in the morning now, I cant go to sleep because 1001 things are crawling up in my mind. HOMEWORK IS STILL NOT COMPLETED OMG. I have to chiong all the way tmr no matter what! O: K I WATCHED EIFFEL...IM IN LOVE awwwww so cute sweet. K I wanna go pray and trying myself to sleep like for the next hour.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(EDITED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i decided to strike out that whole chunk basically because Ive finally learnt that I have to possess patience in order to mould this relationship to be a beautiful one. My bestf says that I have to cherish (L) and treat him the way I want myself to be treated which is the truth. I can never run away from that fact. My section leader told me to take it easy, talk things out. My cousin told me to chill. -.- My aunt told me that I shouldnt take love as a game. Darn, I feel like shit already. Like damn shitty. Like this whole pile of shit is enshrouding me, making me vanish. Hell shit Im really sorry for everything. Sorry that Ive taken (L) away from people whom I actually love too. I FEEL SO BAD SO OMG LIKE DAMN BAAAAD LAH. ): But nvm, its not gonna stretch all the way to 2010. By 2010, im gonna be a happy girl, surrounded with the people whom I love. Just you wait and see! [: Enough of all the rollercoaster life that Ive been going through in 2009. 2010, damn smooth and peaceful and stress, duh, Os. -.- Ok im done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-1024863407699634952?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/1024863407699634952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=1024863407699634952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1024863407699634952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1024863407699634952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-it-all-out.html' title='Letting it all out'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SzkcXzWmvfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vEWA4uZxKgc/s72-c/00030a56.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-1784366437734182747</id><published>2009-12-21T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:47:55.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sy_Q2xKaIuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/edtijs8Fknw/s1600-h/0004c98b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sy_Q2xKaIuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/edtijs8Fknw/s320/0004c98b.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778516078502626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered back Korea, like a few nanoseconds and I still cant forget one particular convo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am me Shal Zi Syattie: EH ADA 3D RIDE AH JOM AH! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am me: 3500 won aje siaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shal Zi: AKU TAKDE DUIT SIA. ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am me: TAKPE KITA DUA BELANJAKAN KORANG CEPAT NANTI TAKDE TIME!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;All: TU LAH SIGN DIA!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sign: 3D ride this way 3500 won.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;All: Tu bayar perempuan tuuuu!!! *runs like crazy to the woman*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am me Syattie: We want to pay for the 3D ride 3500 won *gives the money*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woman: Huhhhh? *blanks out for like a second* Oh 3D that way, 3500 won for this. *points to a dolphin balloon*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;All: *MUKA PAISEH GILA* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *laughs hardcore all the wayyyy*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shal: AMBIL GAMBAR DOLPHIN BUAT KENANGAN 3500 WON!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG I LOVE MY SECOND FAMILY! (L) Holidays suck actually. Ok excluding Korea and Msia, the rest practically was dreadful. Boredom enshrouds me, seriously. I cant get my hands to start writing chemical equations or rewrite english sentences. I actually found out that I have tons of chem homework that has to be completed. Dayana was downright correct. THERE IS SERIOUSLY ALOT! ): And im like 1/100 done. Melvin Teo was appalled that I have not yet completed it. Oooops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Msia was really interesting. Finally, no more of KL and boomz, CAMERON HIGHLANDS! I do not like the leisure there. Seriously, leisure there = farms and mother earth nature green. Landscape view, obviously captivating. BUT TO ENJOY IT, definite no. I aint a geog student so I really cant appreciate what my mom explained to me whatever about the landslide thing or about the soil erosion omg please. I just enjoy shopping at the markets located there. Giggling at strawberry shortcake things is my hobby! Theres like strawberry shortcake lingerie bags slippers socks bags so adorable! Mummy bought for me and sister a pair of bedroom slippers. It looks like hot pink ronald macdonald shoes from far as the strawberry is like protruding out from nowhere haha omg so cute. The most horrifying incident that I can clearly recall is the trip all the way up to the strawberry mountain farm!!!! IT WAS THE SHIT SCARY SHIT BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH SHIT STOMACH WINCING SHIT OMG EVERYTHING SO SHITTY! But it was a one of a hell experience that I can never forget. Imagine the absence of railings providing a sense of security and having a one way road only, cmon, it was so nerve-wrecking! There was this moment where there was a car coming down and there was my car going up so there was no way to move but drive slowly near the edge of the bloody mountain and I was biting my nails all the way, praying that death will not come tormenting me, taking my soul away. Thank god, god saved us from falling off that mountain and my car doesnt go boom boom boom. Darn it, Ill always end up posting a whole lot of chunk but its ok, its been like god knows how long since Ive blogged. Sunway mall was the bombz. Shopped like crazy bought like shoes and so many other trinkets! Bonding w my great grandmum was really interesting she gave me like 5 bucks to go spend it on sweets. How sweeeet is that?! I watched like Tiga Abdul there, luv and miss it. I listened to send it on and it reminds me of Dayana. I listened to already gone and it reminds me of Am. I listened to time for miracles and it reminds me of hehehehehe! I actually bonded w my little cousins! I was happy for that 5 days. Didnt knew that happiness would just end there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually started studying when my babes/dudes left for overseas. Syimz left for Msia. Faisal left for Msia. Naufal left for Phuket. Syafiq left for Msia. MSIAAAAAAAAA~ -.- I started on E maths actually! I started studying for Ammonia and I wanted to continue my chem but my hands couldnt get functioning for that assignment. Prolly tmr Ill continue again. 2010 another new year. I have to be more family-oriented actually, like what my mom says. ACTUALLY I AM YOU KNOW ITS JUST THAT MY MOM DOESNT NOTICE IT! Hmph. My mom is taking my computer away, FOR REAL NOW. Handphone limited to 0 text messages, like what she told me. Calling only meant for family members. NO LIFE, I KNOW but for my own good so Im gonna embrace that life with open arms~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Ameera Dayana Ayie Naufal Syafiq Amirul Syimz Zakiah Nabil Khairuzzaman Khalis Chun Meng Melvin Teo Clive Alifah Syazwani Filzah Syazana Syathirah Hamzi Shalihin Putra Izza Ji Won Soo Jin omg I miss my lovely ones! ): I actually caught up with Ameera on the phone, filling each other about our lives and what we have missed out. Amazing how just a phonecall can bring smiles and laughter for the both of us! heheheH OOOOH WE TALKED ABOUT LIKE ALOT OF THINGS! Luv youuuuuu. Currently chatting with Syafiq and Zulfarhan right now. Zulfarhan entertains me yay! Talking about age actually and marriage to smoking to jodoh omg its beeeeen decades since Ive talked to him! I am watching avatar tmr! Syimz told me its terrific, well, it better be! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-1784366437734182747?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/1784366437734182747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=1784366437734182747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1784366437734182747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1784366437734182747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sy_Q2xKaIuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/edtijs8Fknw/s72-c/0004c98b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-4065633902347307138</id><published>2009-12-10T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:11:01.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit it</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA I dont really care if this blog is dead or not but I just feel like writing in here for now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays has been like full of dramamaz. Korea was beyond amazing, I must say. Like what Am said, we practically bonded like whoosh you know. BOOMZ you know. We conquered like so many friendships. I mean I didnt expect myself to be like close with Esmeralda or Schvelle or Olive or even WEI LIAT! I didnt expect myself to be like close w the korean buddies! Amazing huh what these trips do to you? They make you go crazy they make you be brave to take up the most scariest roller coaster ever they make you take stupid photos they make you laugh at shalihin's fall for you. Omg pukimak and all, wonderful shitz. 3500 won hell yeah dolphin amazing! Unglam photos wow heat packs I can never forget them. Maybe if i have the time, ill post about korea. YEAH ITS LIKE TWO WEEKS ALR but who cares? Relive back the memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back to singapore was relieving actually. I got to savour my grandmum's sambal goreng yummy! But I get back my old life again. Homeworks are still untouched. No more fantasy, back to reality actually. Os are like freakin next year. malay O results are like in Jan. God knows how terrified I am. I dont think I can be commited to anything else for next year except for my Os and band of course. Its heart-throbbing but yeah it has to be that way. Its much easier. Watched gossip girls amazing CC! New moon is really disappointing esp the ending. Oh god I miss korea's weather! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/131315033596299670-4065633902347307138?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/4065633902347307138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=4065633902347307138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4065633902347307138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4065633902347307138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/12/hit-it.html' title='Hit it'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-3116015425607524552</id><published>2009-11-29T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T05:32:50.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOREA.</title><content type='html'>IM BACK FROM KOREAAAAAAAAA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I FREAKIN MISS KOREA'S WEATHER! Im gonna post about every single thing that happened, prolly at my livejournal. Blogger will be for pics, i suppose. Or either or. [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-3116015425607524552?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/3116015425607524552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=3116015425607524552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3116015425607524552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3116015425607524552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/11/korea.html' title='KOREA.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-8526009139927144480</id><published>2009-10-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:28:41.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Suj9y3_qs7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/LQY5SNnpZnw/s1600-h/3989110257_b1cd28e49f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397843203869815730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Suj9y3_qs7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/LQY5SNnpZnw/s320/3989110257_b1cd28e49f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG HIII ITS BEEN DECADES SINCE IVE BLOGGED IN HERE YOU KNOW WHY BECAUSE BLOGGER IS A BITCHZX AND I DONT LIKE IT THATS WHY I PREFER LIVEJOURNAL TO A LARGER EXTENT AND HELL SHIT, ITS WAAAAAAAAAAY BETTER THEN BLOGGER BUT THEN SOMETHING LIKE TOLD ME TO BLOG BACK IN HERE AND I THINK ITS MY INSTINCT I MEAN CMON, WE HAVE TO LISTEN TO OUR INSTINCT RIGHT SO HERE I AM, BLOGGING HERE, IN THE COMPUTER LAB IN TP WITH ALL THE GUYS SHOUTING AT EACH OTHER OVER SOME GAME OMG SUCH AN ENVIRONMENT.~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok hahahahhaha life has been really good to me, somehow. USTAZAH said that never said that life is unfair for you will meet unfair people. So i can somehow say that life has been rather good. I mean yes, ups and downs here and there but what to do? Accept them with patience and hence, overcome it. Results have been really bad, but thank god, it was better then mid-year. Tuition teacher said, the only thing that matters now is your Os and nothing else. December hols are reserved for revising through sec 3 topics so that my foundation is stable. Nov hols are already fully booked omg w bridging SPA Os omg and KOREA OMGZX~ I am really excited for all of them. Oh shit i totally forgot about malay Os. It like slipped through my mind for that split second haha oops. Im really freaked out for SPA Os no idea why. Prolly because idk if Im really prepared for it. I mean seriously, ive been doing my SPA by asking help from Carrie and all! ): And boomz, now its Os. Ok I miz Am Dayana Syazana Syathirah Naz~ Seriously. Miss my princesses so much!!!! Its gonna be like 9 days till i see them! Oh yes i saw syazana just now at the bus stop! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ill edit this post later, when I come back from TP. I wanna post something emotional, so the environment must be right. I need the sound effects to enlighten my mood so that I can express my feelings into this blog with 110% EMOTIONS you know~ Get me get me? Ok good. Watched alot of movies lately. Amazing, seriously. UP was great and funny. Kungfu panda was humurous, as usual. The boy in the striped pajamas was extremely good, seriously! Hehehehhehe ok chaoz, later gonna update! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(edited)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 has really been an eye opener to me, to accept things the way they are, to adapt to drastic changes, to not be naive, to not be gullible, to realise that studying last minute aint gonna get you anywhere, to be strong and mostly, to know who my true friends really are. Cousin says sec 3, youre really gonna know who you really are. Aunty says, youre gonna know the few friends who stay by your side when youre in trouble. Father says sec 3, youre gonna study hard to get into university. Mother says sec 3, youre gonna be exposed to all sorts of things be it love, friends, people whatever. Sister says in sec 3, youre gonna meet ^^ omg -.- (Am and dayana should know who) Grandma says in sec 3, go target a guy! O: CUTE RIGHT. Oh well, what they say its definitely true. I dont regret being in 3E7 at all because seriously, this class has ultimate class spirit. Although we do not express our love to one another that much, we do it through our actions. Teachers as well. Be it helping each other in our work, be it helping each other by cleaning the classroom cleaning, standing up for each other, playing uno stacko, playing murderer, joking around with racist jokes omg i luv 3E7 so much. Damn bonded, seriously. Bandmates, I have nothing to say about them. They are definitely the best. (KITA KITA JE) Farhan Wanie Azri Hidayah being like the oldest, seniors leading us wow I luv you all! Hari raya outing was just the best hari raya ever, seriously. Like one whole big family you know. And then there she is, not forgetting my princess who sits beside me in class. 1001 things to say, just one thing to state here. Luv her to bits and pieces~ People come and go, seriously. And i have to agree with that but there will be a small group who will definitely stay, guiding you through your life, being there by your side. Yay done my emotional speech. Its not that emotional though actually. Emotional much will be on livejournal because I can place it under private or for friends only hyehye *evil laugh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok im done editing im still stuck at TP here not bad actually. The lectures are really dull but thank god the lecturer makes it fun.~ Aliah and adibah hahahahhaa so cute omg. We are like the poly students wannabe~ OH YES ME RACHEL ALIAH went all the way to pasir ris and back to tampines because 15 brought us here. How unlucky is that? ): Nvm experience~ Ok FAR FRR EER threshold here we come! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-8526009139927144480?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/8526009139927144480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=8526009139927144480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8526009139927144480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8526009139927144480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/10/aem.html' title='AEM'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/Suj9y3_qs7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/LQY5SNnpZnw/s72-c/3989110257_b1cd28e49f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-8006298522998770893</id><published>2009-07-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:57:23.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD or BAD??</title><content type='html'>Ok I changed my mind. Im still gonna continue blogging here since I realised that Ive been using blogger since pri sch and I dont have the heart to change it to livejournal. But not to worry, Im still gonna write at livejournal since I have this thing for it nowdays. The week didnt start out to well but I was happy most of the time. Seriously, Ive been a happy girl lately. I think I see some good from being isolated from the other sec 3 classes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Got to know 11 people were absent.&lt;br /&gt;2)Mr L suddenly told us to pack and brought us down to some isolation room.&lt;br /&gt;3)THERE ARE SO MANY CREEPY CRAWLIES IN THERE.&lt;br /&gt;4)Found out that Luke has this fear for creepy crawlies.&lt;br /&gt;5)Class went hectic due to some chaos about a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;6)Tragic news = Aaron is hospitalised.&lt;br /&gt;7)Miss Chua is seriously adorable.&lt;br /&gt;8)Principal was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;9)CCAs were suspended, damn pissed, tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;10)Recess alone = Awesome actually.&lt;br /&gt;11)The princesses gang is so minah but I like!&lt;br /&gt;12)NO MOTHER TOUNGUE. ): Oh well MT is not that fun nowdays anyway.&lt;br /&gt;13)Screwed all common tests darn.&lt;br /&gt;14)We were treated like pri sch students, having to walked out by Mr L everyday to the school gate.&lt;br /&gt;15)Lately, 3E7-ians were like some fish market during the journey to interchange.&lt;br /&gt;16)Forgot to add, I think I really luv my home teachers. Without them, I dont think our class will be this strong to overcome all odds. They are like our oxygen+carbon dioxide+nitrogen.&lt;br /&gt;17)END PRODUCT : 3E7 REALLY BONDED WELL YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN YOU BEAT THAT? BRING IT ONNNNNNN~&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL MISS MY DARLING GIRLFRIENDS. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-8006298522998770893?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/8006298522998770893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=8006298522998770893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8006298522998770893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8006298522998770893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-or-bad.html' title='GOOD or BAD??'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-4124412188826568002</id><published>2009-07-17T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:59:16.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SmFvd0XhS5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/_7cdbtOuBuM/s1600-h/IMG_6598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SmFvd0XhS5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/_7cdbtOuBuM/s320/IMG_6598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359687589611785106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was just browsing through pics and came across this! Effing cute right? *squeals* Omg i miss korea hosting. Miss my abg long kak ngah abg ngah busu hahahaha. Cutting down posts for blogger, switching to livejournal for a change. Do visit &lt;b&gt;aforathira.livejournal.com&lt;/b&gt; k!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-4124412188826568002?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/4124412188826568002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=4124412188826568002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4124412188826568002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4124412188826568002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SmFvd0XhS5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/_7cdbtOuBuM/s72-c/IMG_6598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-2970178622046352990</id><published>2009-06-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:18:56.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SkEONpwJj-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/pQQALduY6fA/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SkEONpwJj-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/pQQALduY6fA/s320/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350573460001755106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMGGGGGGG hahaha hi people! I miss blogging manzxz! Its been like a billion years since Ive touched my blogger. But who cares? Im enjoying myself during the june holidays. No studying, been slacking all the way. Bad, yes I know but I need to enjoy too. CRAP. God, no, I dont deserve the enjoyment. HAHA no such word but really I dont deserve enjoying my butt here. Nah I should be studying and catching up with my physics and A maths. Wait I have been studying physics. Ok thats only for one day. -.- Ok like I state all these, like you all bother to know eh. Maklumlah, Im freaking bored since idk what to do on the computer nowdays besides facebook. Friendster is so not active anymore and facebook is like everywhere, together with twitter. Ok ANYWAY holidays have been a blast! Have been like going out con-currently. Is there such word? Ok going out continuously! Korean dance practice is going well, i guess? Didnt attend for the rest but the one I attended, we were confident of the steps already. Well, lets just hope for the best? [: Physics lessons were a bore. Ok maybe not exactly bore but it was total boredom if it was taught by teacher M. I can totally fall asleep~ But sitting infront of ruzaini and rizky and am kept me alive and listening. Ah thanks peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPOVER at aunt's place was the bomb seriously! Had a blast there! Wah sleeping there, it was a racket already, I cant imagine my girlfriends having sleepover altogether. 1000 times more hectic then this, I can assure! Swimming at sengkang was awesome, really. I think I have a phobia of drowning. Like a real phobia of drowning. I mean yeah people fear drowning but drowning hardly comes into their minds when they go for swimming right? Well, mine does. Like everytime. God I still remember sec 3 camp. Paranoid was like controlling me 24/7. I needed like almost 10 people to assure me that I wont drown and get eaten up by sharks or pirahnas. I think sengkang swimming complex is better then tampines there haha. I mean duh right? It has more attractive things that convince people to visit the place. Oh there was like this group of Ah bengs or whatever. They were like walking to the adult pool with such movements that has labels like 'MACHO' or 'STRONG'. And you know me, I have this thing for staring at such people, and there I was staring intensely at them and then I knew they were gonna like dive into the pool or whatever. One by one, they dived into there and there goes the water. And then the last guy who jumped in, in my mind, I thought that ok his gonna end the whole diving thing with a fine move or stunt but hell was I wrong! Yeah assumption again, darn. He dived into the pool like some girl! I SWEAR I WAS LIKE LAUGHING MY ASS OUT AND TRUST ME, MY LAUGHING MY ASS OUT WAS LIKE DARN LOUD. And they stared at me. And then............. I tried getting out of the water to run away but I couldnt because it was slippery. And then I walked briskly in the water to the other end. Ooooooops. But seriously IT WAS LIKE SOME GIRL WITH HIS HANDS AND ALL AND HIS SCREAM! OMG please. Ok sorry but really, I think that made my day. These small things can simply turn that frown upside down. Like how this guy sleeping in the bus can make Amirul laugh haha. Xbox was awesome. Racing and soccer and boxing and shooting was THE best! Snacking at night is like woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZOO next day was phenomenal. Ok not to the extent of its freaking extraordinary but to me, it is, it really is. Ive decided. If i were to work  part time, I would work in the zoo, seriously.~ Yeah people may jeer at me saying ooooh you will have to pick up their poops and all but heck. I love animals. I have a fetish for them though. Especially the otters and the kangaroos. I love the elephants. Such obedient creatures. If animals can be this obedient, why cant human beings do the same, right? Yeah, the pot calling the kettle black. Had to go through this butterfly park which I hate the most but it was an experience. At least, I was brave enough to overcome my dislikes. As you all know, I HATE INSECTS THAT FLY. Even butterflies although people repeatedly tell me that they are so beautiful. Yes they are really pretty but they fly, so nah-uh, i dont like them! Me and my sister had to like scream and hide behind my mom because they were attacking us for no particular reason. Ok not attack but they were hovering above us. God, it was hell~ Contradicting because bats who like fly just past me, I didnt bother and yet butterflies, Im panicking like some blonde. Haiya. Dramatic events occurred and it was so blonde-ish and bimbotic. Cousins were utterly endearing, with their toddler moments. Oh talking about moments, I had to went through an unglam moment. Total embarrassment, i tell you. I was being the most enthusiastic human being there since it has been decades since Ive stepped into the zoo. Nevertheless, I made my way to the otters. Admired their adorable-ness and giggled here and there. Suddenly I felt like something really huge is gonna come out from my body. Well, I assumed, AGAIN that its not gonna be loud but I was mistaken. It came out like some nuclear bomb exploding from my body. A malay family heard it and looked around and smelled. My aunt tried covering up saying that its the otters' smell. Oh for heavens sake, that is really so unlady-like! And my mom had to make it worser by questioning loudly on how many embarrassing moments have I encountered. Oh pish posh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VS concert was really full of descriptions. Inn of the sixth happiness was just kepooshblurgh you know. It was really awesome. The tubas were really strong, no doubt. Darn strong and their mute was big. The other songs were ok too but the best was the first song and their SYF piece. Their merry widow was technically awesome but the feeling wasnt there, no offence. Percussion ensemble was really cute, seriously. Ok I think I really need to learn up all the spellings of these music stuff. I spelled ensembly on sombre. -.- I spelled embourchure as armatial. -.- Yes I finally admit that I suck at theory. I cannot sightread. Ok sidetracking! Journey back from VCH was really awesome. Had this really coincidental moment. Dayana and Khalis and me were being the hyper freaks while Heng yeow and khalis trombone were staring at us like we were some freaks. Yes, we were extremely noisy in the train due to some incident that happened along the way. Laughed continuously till we ran out of laughs. Khalis and me had a serious talk along the way. Hang in there, my friend. These are pros and cons yeah! It was the best night ever! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PULAU UBIN was a freaky yet amazing experience. Was again, haunted and paranoid about getting into the bumboat. I was probing my uncle repeatedly regarding the way youre supposed to board the bumboat. Are you suppose to jump or walk into it , that kind of thing. Thank god it was just a small jump. Phew. The breeze during the journey was really cooling. To add to it, it was like in the morning. Not much sun. So windy, really serene. Arrived there, yes, the context and landscape of the singapore in the olden days. Prolly 1940s or 1950s. There were still kampungs and all. Shocked that people still reside there. Cycled around the whole place. Ok not exactly the whole place. Chek Jawa/mangrove boardwalk/tower/coastal boardwalk were the places I visited. Didnt know british set up a house for them there. Yeah my history is atrocious, oops. Climbed rocks, hurt myself alot, got rashes also but in the end, it was a whole lottt fun! Saw species that I didnt knew it exist. Really a good experience. The best one though was the part where we got chased by dogs and a wild boar who stared at us like as if it was gonna come after us w its horns. The one screaming alot was obviously me. The calm one was my uncle, telling us not to look behind. The religious one, who constantly recited prayers was my step uncle and me too. It was a really good exercise, i swear. Cycled for 3 or more hours and then, went back again! I was so sad to leave that place. D: But I snapped many pictures though! Go cycle there, its really fun and a good experience. I LIKE! ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F4 ENGLISH PROJECT can be portrayed as an amazing race. Travelling from east to the west of Singapore was awesome yet tiring. Imagine in malaysia, travelling from Johore all the way to the end of Malaysia, wow. Hell, I tell you. Syimah gave me sushi and boy was I happy! It was like euphoria, i tell you! Its been months since I pig myself on sushi though. Met up w the rest after that and played w my camera while the rest eat. Ice kachang vid was darn hilarious I tell you. Gavin was seriously hyper and high! Headed to below of the mrt tracks but we realised that we actually wasted 5 minutes of our life, waiting for the train and video-ing it and yet, it was really stupid since we cannot see the train fully. Raced to the bus stop and dropped at mr teh tarik there. Bought durian and asked the uncle to show off his skills when doing his teh tarik and video-ed it. Yeah, we video-ed shit stuff but it was hell fun.~ Bused back to inter and train-ed all the way to raffles place. Talk shit in the mrt and listened to crappy stuff. It was a loooong journey. Alighted and didnt know how to get to esplanade. -.- We were lost for a few minutes but gavin genius guessed the way and we reached our destination! Durian was giving a problem to everyone. WE HAD TO FREAKING SMUGGLE THAT STUPID DURIAN THERE AND IT HAD TO POKE EVERYONE. Durian punya pasal. The nice aroma of the durian filled the train and we were so paranoid about it. Gavin's hand bled because of the durian, yet again. DURIAN YOU KNOW. See how much problems a $3 durian can give you! Videos were so funny especially if Gavin or Elroy is in it. We were seriously hyper all the way because of the things we see. Just so you know, we are geeks so we dont have ample time to travel around singapore. {: Took LOADS of pics because we were really enthusiastic! Second meeting was more tiring. 9am to 6:30pm was really worth it. Train-ed to raffles place again. Hectic and chaotic in the bus because of us trying to video Expo. Had to video-ed 3 rounds of Sir stamford raffles because they were busy playing around and fooling around. -.- Thanks Elroy for the plaster though. Blisters were so bitchy, irritating, ugh! Hao Tian became Raffles. Wow, 1001 differences! Gavin was again hyper, as per usual jumping here and there and doing kungfu stunts and kicks. -.- Its really a pity being the only girl in the group. I had to be exposed to such guy stuffs, tsk. We had quite a hard time finding the merlion also. Video-ed Gavin drinking the merlion and stuff and it was so fun! Went to chill at coffee bean after that since we needed aircon and we were imagining ourselves when we grow up, having such a meeting at this kind of places. So sophisticated. Talked about everything under the sun though. Next, we had to walk such a long distance to the mrt back since we didnt know where to go. -.- Went to marina barrage after that and these girls were being utterly irritating. Seeking attention, I suppose. The guys were hitting back at them, and I had a good time laughing my ass out at them. Marina barrage was the best place among the rest. There was this exhibition showing the bestest creations ever! We camwhored there using the machines there and send it to our emails! Amazing, please. Headed to airport in the end to have lunch. We were too shagged that we took one hour to eat. Amazing race, we would be the last, serious. I have to really agree that these guys are like girls. They really are very slow. Ah there were so many events that happen that made me smile ALL THE WAY! [: Actually planned to video-ed the planes but in the end, realised that there were no aeroplanes taking off. -.- Going to airport makes me reminisce the korean moments. Clock struck 6 and headed home. I think this english project is the most awesomest project ever! Should have more of this! Whos with me?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band has been really exciting. Im always excited to go to band. Enthusiasm, is the exact word. Ive finally realised how much I love band and its like my second family. I love my juniors esp Chun Chun. Omg I cannot believe Im saying this but yeah, his the one that makes my day everytime whenever Im feeling down or whatever. Stepping into band makes me feel serene and in peace. No problems haunting my mind or whatsoever. Chun is irritating, I cant disagree with that but with his irritating-ness, yes, those actions and expressions clearly made my day whenever I have a frown on my face. Not forgetting Dayana Adly Esmadi and Khalis who makes me feel welcomed in band ALL THE TIME. Sectionals are always full of laughters non-stop. Alifah's scream/Khairuzzaman merepek-ness/Chun's irritating-ness/Yong Hui blur-ness/Davin's cheeky-ness makes the euphonium section complete! Journeys home are always hectic and chaotic esp with the seniors around. I feel at home. And well, I so have to be mentally prepared for investiture! 11th july, here I come. I hope the band's discipline will not deteriorate dramatically. And I hope the respect for Sir will still remain up there no matter what. Like what my friend said, (ahem) no respect and all, vivala is just gonna be a waste of time. Zaki told me this, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We are the engineers and pivot of balance, fine tuner of harmony, cousins of the Tubas and French Horns, speakers of the Trombone pitch, distant relative of the woodwinds and supporting patron of the melody. What more can you ask?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Truth. This is the truth. Yeah my section may seem NOT essential or necessary but I have to agree with what Zaki stated. [: I LOVE PASIR RIS BAND. Cmon people, throw those hard feelings and look forward to the future and work together! We promise you, my friend! (ahem) I miss wanie. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fathers day is celebrated in such a distortedly and un-array way! Firstly, went for bowling. We were the most bimbotic family there actually. Freaking chaotic for the fact that when my aunt wanted to roll the ball, idk how, idk why, it went flying off to the other side. Thank god that our alley was at the end. The person working there had to pick it up for us. Embarrassment, shhh. Next when I wanted to roll the ball, it dropped with a loud thud. Ok not to that extent of embarrassment but still??!! Next, went for swimming again. Omg I think my family loves swimming or something? This time, I went up the slide and when I rode it, I tried stopping myself from entering the water by pressing my hands against the slide. Darn pain, seriously. The image of drowning kept replaying in my mind non-stop. Told ya, I have a phobia of water. Tsk. Next, headed to grandfather's place to celebrate fathers day! OH I BOUGHT SUSHI YAY! Elated ok. Mango cake was so yummy and durian puff was just simply delicious. Yay happy fathers day! Love you papa for being the coolest yet kental father I can ever ask for! XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have terrible news. Bad atrocious news. I can cry the equator after typing this. DDDDDDDD: Get ready, please. Ive asked my parents to remove this lovely Imac of mine from my room and place it somewhere else and they have agreed. And furthermore, they are gonna shift it on the 24th June 2009 09:30am local time. Depressing isnt it? But nevertheless, it was my choice. And I had a closing ceremony just now w my sister. She presented me a imaginary cert stating the separation of Athirasari Diyana and Apple. But it was a wise choice. Ive thought of all the pros and cons of having a computer in my room and oh boy, there were more disadvantages you know. I have to admit, I cannot resist my temptation of the computer. And Ive been hogging on it almost everyday when I come back from school. To say that its addiction, its a no but to say that Im simply hooked onto it, yeah, more like it. Not much difference but addiction sounds like I have to go counseling or something and simply hooked onto it sounds more lenient you know. So Ive already expected my blog to go ka-poooosh but Ill do update BUT it'll be like once a month or something? Judging on my schedule, its a once in a month. I seriously have to focus 150% on my work now to get into my dream JC. My facebook will probably be boring that Im not surprised if my profile suddenly shuts down. Yeah, so I have made the right choice although the consequences are affecting badly but nevermind, its for my future! You go, girl, no more apple in your room! Ok I seriously have to try to let go and move on about this. Ill need time, LOADS of time. Apple is like my life.. my heart.. my everything ok stop. I will stop. I WILL. OK ENOUGH. MOVE ON, TIRAGAL1994.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H1N1 is like sooooooo happening right now. Its like sars or something but not that crucial. Its already become pandemic for goodness sake! And the cases locally linked have outnumbered the cases that were from other countries?! This is outrageous! But a part of me is jumping for joy. The thought of wanting to go to an affected country actually slipped through my mind but nah, I wouldnt want to take the risk. But I dont think Im ready for school, seriously. I mean Im not ready to make my brain function again. Ok simply because I havent been studying regularly so Im expecting that my brain forgets everything and it has shut down. I mean yeah I study occasionally, when Im at home. Other then that, NO? D: So Im seriously not mentally prepared to allow my brain to function again. Shit I have to start reading up chem or something but oh wow, its only how many days to sch and I have other stuff to do. Darn. But seriously, thank god that H1N1 is curable. Yeah, H1N1 is lethal but its curable and it can cure! [: Again, its up to the individual. They must be responsible and seek medication if there are symptoms of H1N1! Because of H1N1, korea trip, postponed. D: Darn sad. Talking about that, had this random dream of George yesterday. Extremely bizarre. I love playing truth or truth with Dayana and Naufal! Made me made choices and sacrifices! And oh no, Taylor Lautner is dating Selena Gomez. Another depression. HAHA nevermind, I still have Chace Crawford. Yes, im loyal to him! [: I miss my girlfriends, so much! Esp Ameera. Its been so long since Ive seen her. I miss band although I had one last week. 8D Battlefield/Paparazzi/Boom Boom Pow is stuck to my head already. Extremely addictive, im sorry. I cant wait for transformers and harry potter!!!! *screams till head drops off* I think im gonna get myself another hamster. Its been too long since my hamster's death. I need to get another one to fill up my life hehe. Ive bought alot of things during the hols and im so contented w them! Grandma bought me stuff from China, love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think Im gonna really move on about certain things. Im really not bothered anymore. Yeah, I told myself that I will try as hard as I can to clear things and make it better. I told myself that you are not what people thought you were. I told myself that you are what I thought you were. I told myself that you needed time to calm down but yeah, how long? I approached but you ignored. After exams, clear things up, bullshit I guess. I told myself that Im not strong enough to let go of such matter and I will do whatever I can to solve it but nevertheless, if you tried so hard and it doesnt work, just move on right? At least I tried. I tried and worked my ass out to make things better but if you, at the other end, is lazing around, sipping off your fruit punch juice, watching some shit show, it wont work right? Yes, it wont. At least I had the initiative to try and reconcile with you but whats the outcome? You pretend. PRETEND. Yeah Im not gonna blame you or anything. Im already mentally prepared for all this to occur in such a short span of time. Everyone has their own grudges and all. Nah Im not gonna pretend that everythings okay when its not but Im gonna pretend that all this never happened. Yeah you may be one of the most important people in my life but I guess that such things do happen. Never did I imagine you to be such a monster. But its okay though. Everything happens for a reason. Now, I see the reason. I dont want to live in regret where I regretted knowing you. So yeah, its for the best. The quote 'friends come and go, but true ones stick with you', im still holding on to till now. I guess you fall into the categories of come and go. Wah like smartcard at msia that one.  The touch and go thingy haha! So I guess thats it. Cmon athira, you have so much things to move on about, you can do it! Im now strong enough to let go. Dont worry, I just need time till I forget everything ok or at most, I totally shut my brain about you till I will think that youre some stranger whom I just happen to see in school. Dont worry, my friend. You can have your celebration after that. Just wait. It doesnt hurt to wait, right? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if Im extremely emotional there. Cant help. Bottling up aint good. Just need to let it out somewhere. Emotional, I know but dont worry, this will be the last. No more of all this shit or crap or hell. OK WAH SO LONG POST! Hahaha i miss blogging extremely long posts! Ok now Im gonna go check on the timings of transformers 2! Yippee ok band on thurs cant wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-2970178622046352990?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/2970178622046352990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=2970178622046352990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2970178622046352990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2970178622046352990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/06/june.html' title='JUNE'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SkEONpwJj-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/pQQALduY6fA/s72-c/DSC01049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-6227427793475279801</id><published>2009-06-06T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:00:51.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im coming back home to 5</title><content type='html'>JUNE HOLIDAY PLANS!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;080609 - Physics lessons/Dance practice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;090609 - Physics lessons/Band/Sleepover Aunt's place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;100609 - Swimming/Afiqah birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;110609 - Zoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;120609 - Home sweet home/Study day/Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;130609 - Study-udy day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;140609 - Gathering grandfather's place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;150609 - Cycling at Pulau Ubin/Eleanor birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;160609 - Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;170609 - Sentosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;180609 - Band/Aaron birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;190609 - Melody birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;200609 - Study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;210609 - Study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;220609 - Study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;230609 - Study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;250609 - Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;260609 - Study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;270609 - Study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;280609 - Band/Pack bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teentitans, movie marathon when?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastic 4, group project when?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kakah Aishah, day out when?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahah k had so much fun shopping with grandma. So lazy to update. Soon. No, later. Nah, soon. Indecisive mahhhh. *giggles* Ameewa, thanks for everything. Luv yaaaaaa. &lt;333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-6227427793475279801?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/6227427793475279801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=6227427793475279801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6227427793475279801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6227427793475279801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-coming-back-home-to-5.html' title='Im coming back home to 5'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-3766924131597253750</id><published>2009-05-29T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:48:36.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hits the hardest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay suddenly I dont feel like doing surveys. IDK why. maybe because Ive blog-hopped alot of times and ive seen them update and people has been asking me to update so i feel like it. (hehe) Anyhoo holidays have finallyyyyy arrived! This is elation for me, serious. Like finally, a break from everything. B.R.E.A.K. I really need this break. This period of time, Im gonna study and let go of alot of things. Serious, study ok. Im gonna push myself to the brink till I cannot take it anymore and then Im gonna stop. While studying too, this holiday, gonna sit down and think. Like really think, write down, jot down all that shit. Consequences effects yeah all that. Ahhhh cannot wait! Ok post exam activities were a bore. Except for rocket pet launcher booom water thing. Why cant we, the express go out for treetop walks or anything? No, we cant and we are stuck in school, attending entrepreneur workshop. -.- And what else? The person in charge was really sdlfjilsjdxcvkler hehehe. But the rocket launcher was THE best, overall. Water sprayed all over and competition was just fun and awesome, no doubt. Moodswings on that day were terribly. Happy sad angry pissed happy again. Ahh moodswings, so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band makes me happy everytime. Yea, unlike of me to say this but serious, it has been making happy all the time. Scale test not done yet. Still have 1001 things to complete. Sectional was really funny. Hilarious. Butt-cracking ok. Chun Meng w his amusing expressions and khairuzzman with his funny comments. Ahh alifah w her high pitch voice omg can laugh your butt to america or something, please. Ok H1N1 4 cases already. Raise alert to orange or something, can? Ok no. Ok yes actually. I dont want school but I dont want the virus to be deadly and swipe out Singapore's population haha. Ok so no raising of alert level. 17 again, people claimed that its not nice. Dilema ok. Shit, no sidetrack please. Esplanade is like still on hold or something? Dang, D: Too much constant practicing of national day songs have got them stuck in my head for 24/7. Of all songs for me to hum, We are singapore and Home! -.- But then again, its a change, so its good. I feel the pride within me. WAH. Sir said that investiture is in july first saturday. Ah that day. That very day. That period. That moment. That time. That place. Omg I cannot wait but at the same time I dont want that day to come. Seniors, take care of yourselves and good luck for Os ok. You have been a great bunch to hang out. Love you all like crazy. Yeah, band makes me happy right? But currently, our situation becomes worser. Cmon girl, dont give up. You can do it. Give it another chance. I was once like you but not to that extent so please, I hope you do change your mind. You know we all love you eventhough its kinda hard communicating w you. Deep down, my friend. Deep down, we really do. Nevertheless, its your choice k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey back home has been rather interesting. Hakeem and shit, i forgot that guy's name were really nice people and fun. Esp that E8 guy. Wah he thinks he knows 3/4 of the girls in this school. Oh please! My 29 partners woohoo! It has been crazy walking back home w Firdaus. Arguing w him is really funny, serious. Green man green light. Hot sun link connection hahaha. Chilling at macs with Syimah was really the best thing ever that happened to me in that week. I think I need to do that like twice a week? Ahhh chasing * with her was really fun k! Our next mission, girl! Screwed MYE like crazy. Standard position was really waaaay baaaack. Like below the half of the population. Yeah, that bad. :/ L1R5 was crazy. No place to head to. Only choice = ITE. No, thats not where I want to go. NO NO NO. Ok dont get the wrong idea. Not that Im against ITE but I just dont wanna go there. Keep telling myself to work harder. Did a studying timetable for june hols already. Starting it this coming monday. Physics first, I think. Talking about physics, getting tuition soooon! And mom wants me to change tuition to some proffesional guy. Looking at his achievements, I can say that his some butt kicking smartass genius. His a prodigy or something. Amazing these people. Ive finished watching gossip girl and boys before flowers. No more korean shows for me to watch, i presume. 90210 is lagging like shit in my computer. Not in the patience mood to wait. Heroes is like so history already. Ok no but not in the heroic mood anymore you know. In fact, im into suci currently. Yeah dramatic and looooong but suspence is there, really yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I miss 2008. Yeah no point bringing up but I just feel like it ok! Like really, 2008 and 2007 was THE boombzx. Random, why? Cause i read my archives. Ahhh miss all those shits. Those lame us, yeah I miss it. Lame all of us but what? We were united as one. One for all all for one. Try reading all your archives. Im sure you'll be experiencing the same too. If not, then idk what else is there for you to experience. 3E7 has been a really nice class for me. Its filled with all sorts of people. The rebellious peeps, the enthusiastic people, the awesome ah-lians, the geeky yet humourous people, the dynamic guys, the quiet yet hardworking girls, the fan-crazy women. Ahhhhhhhh all these people have indeed me stay strong to go on with life despite all those shits hurling at me. Overcoming is one thing, moving on is another. Letting go is the hardest of all. But these people have made me stay strong and keep pressing on and do not give up with hope and faith. Well, this is a change for me but I do miss my old ones in 2008. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One month already, lets keep on for one year ok? And then to FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MAHARAH AND RACHEL AND TIARA AND JAMES AND CASSANDRA AND SIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-3766924131597253750?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/3766924131597253750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=3766924131597253750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3766924131597253750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3766924131597253750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/05/hits-hardest.html' title='Hits the hardest'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-7981125977146619665</id><published>2009-05-25T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:41:38.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets kick it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ah survey coming up! ~ Alternate UH. Survey life survey life survey life, get it? Hyehye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Start at the very beginning, what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Athira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date your number two?&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Bedroooom, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the person you like, like you back?&lt;br /&gt;Currently I dont like anyone leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody ever given you butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you your mum's favorite child?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way things are going?&lt;br /&gt;Half half actually. More to No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have paper on my water bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;If im not shagged, its seriously hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep?&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS OOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next few months?&lt;br /&gt;Mugging/information overload/elation/KOREA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Ew horrible. ok actually idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the greatest thing that happened to you today?&lt;br /&gt;I slept the whole day, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha like alot of things? First thing, me not studying my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were truly happy?&lt;br /&gt;Truly happy? I think like last year? NO korea hosting!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of outfit are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Like pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go out in public right this moment?&lt;br /&gt;I want to, but I cant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What animal do you never want as a pet?&lt;br /&gt;Frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something illegal with a family member?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you go see the Twilight movie?&lt;br /&gt;I think like 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could live with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm a few days ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;Shazzani and Ameera and Zeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?&lt;br /&gt;At times but most of the time, Im proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a lot of people with the same cell phone as you?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah yeah, sister/zeek/yazsar/uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair curly or straight right now?&lt;br /&gt;wavy, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the summer?&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hug or kiss anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you've changed over the past year?&lt;br /&gt;WAH question! Um yeah, like alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last nice thing you did for someone?&lt;br /&gt;I gave him good advices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hide your emotions?&lt;br /&gt;Haha last year, no. This year, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going anywhere for the next summer?&lt;br /&gt;No and I dont intend to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be taller or shorter?&lt;br /&gt;Taller please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you really laughed?&lt;br /&gt;Really laughed? In class just now during sexuality education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Nah not often, occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you starting to realize anything?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, tons of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What preference do have for the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Serious faces, dont ask me why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark hair or light hair in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;DARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you argue with the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha most huh? Sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you the best?&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cigaretes have you smoked today?&lt;br /&gt;I dont smoke, fullstop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Are you ready for some questions that you barely find in other surveys?&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, sistaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any clothes that belong to other people?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth?&lt;br /&gt;No, I wouldnt bother to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you wish you were when you die?&lt;br /&gt;AS LONG AS I CAN LIVE. UP TO 200? BRING IT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to text you was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shazzani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your top friends have an eyebrow piercing?&lt;br /&gt;Top friends? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had to deal with the police?&lt;br /&gt;Uh like never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Finish up writing letters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm quite late, 12+ hahaha I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had feelings for someone and then realized you didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HAHAHA yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stayed up at night waiting for someone to call/text you back?&lt;br /&gt;Like 1001 times but that person dozed off! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get high/stoned often?&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha hate it when i stoned. Face = ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to leave you a voice mail and what was it about?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a voice mail or whatever and idk how to hear them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a high chance of you going to the movies soon?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to give you a random comment?&lt;br /&gt;Clive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever touched a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the dishes for fun sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to steal anything of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Steal? No idea. Some NTs i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone who's name starts with Z?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you someone who worries too often?&lt;br /&gt;When paranoid-ness enshrouds me ahh, i lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who all your friends hated?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;I stoned, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter if your bf/gf smokes?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who drinks a lot?&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you spoke to through a text?&lt;br /&gt;Shazzani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone think you are a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wake up before 8am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear eyeliner?&lt;br /&gt;NO never tried even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Sorta, love hate relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;Ice lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart ever been broken?&lt;br /&gt;Um yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last bruise from?&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?&lt;br /&gt;Hahha like what i said at times but most of the time, im proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried infront of?&lt;br /&gt;Umm Ameera I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you judge people you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;At times when im in the bitchy mood. Most of the time, I dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name with a y on the end?.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA NO it'll be hideous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two feelings at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Shagged awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you listening to 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What last scared you?&lt;br /&gt;STI pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Its a boy-girl thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;Mundane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;No, I have school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many houses have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For or against same sex marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To me, against actually but well, not like im gonna hate people who marries the same sex! Just against the idea. Ill still respect, serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a car?&lt;br /&gt;WISH TO but nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Malay and a teensy weensy bit of chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were working on a pirate ship, what would you say the most?&lt;br /&gt;AYE AYE CAPTAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you watched on tv?&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;A morning person?&lt;br /&gt;No, never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a perfectionist?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, NOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;Yessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left handed?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;Person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Um dad mum sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming call?&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing call?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent text:&lt;br /&gt;Shazzani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;The weather is?&lt;br /&gt;burning hot ok no, exaggerating. just HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any plans?&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP THE WHOLE DAY, is that a plan owhaaaaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;Number:&lt;br /&gt;2 and 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color:&lt;br /&gt;Purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season:&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;Missing:&lt;br /&gt;So many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing:&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm SLEEEEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok done. Chiao P-P-L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/131315033596299670-7981125977146619665?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/7981125977146619665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=7981125977146619665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/7981125977146619665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/7981125977146619665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-kick-it.html' title='Lets kick it'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-6753584163468827921</id><published>2009-05-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:20:38.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuan de bu neng na, pian de cai neng na</title><content type='html'>Since i have nothing educational or worth it to do except stare at my physics paper and go 'HUH?' or lie down on my bed and daydreaming on what my friends are doing in school, im gonna do something good and blog. Ok maybe not good but yeah at least something that keeps me occupied. Nyahahahha ok i have been using that word like since monday or something. My hands keep typing them, ish! Anyhoo, wednesday was awesome to.the.max. Met up with fantastic four to discuss abt the english project. Ended up them waiting for me god-knows-how-long ooooops! Felt bad, so bad. Guilt you know. So Gavin decided to do it at his house and I was like ok. Little did I realise that we took 65 to head to his house....... WHICH IS FREAKING AT BEDOK! And yet I told mom that we'll be discussing at TM. Mom actually allowed which is surprising because she hardly allows me to go beyond simei or something. In the bus, crapped alot. Didnt expect myself to be MY SELF you know. Prank called here and there. I think we were making a whole racket of noise in the bus. Tarzan ocean osama hahaha awesome. Elroy was being such a bitch like really really, tsk. Journey to destination was like a whole 30 minutes but it was worth it. [: Walking there was seriously irritating. Kept saying indian language and I got so irritated because I couldnt pronounce it properly. Gavin's house was really nice and clean! His grandma was ultra cute i swear. His brother so doesnt look like him. Felt so awkward going in there, like seriously awkward but thanks to the rest, they made me forget the awkward-ness. Discussed crazy but not practical ideas and stopped halfway to sing to songs played by Gavin. I think I laughed 24/7 and I really enjoyed that day. Went back with elroy and Gavin and HT had fun chasing buses. Yay love wednesday, thanks, F4! Shazzani called up to tell me that he had fun laughing at someone sleeping in the bus. -.- I THOUGHT SOMETHING EMERGENCY HAPPENED LIKE HE WAS GOING TO DIE OR SOMETHING and dang it, it wasnt. Wastedddddddd~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, told myself to be mentally prepared but I guess I wasnt mentally prepared enough. Came to school, MT was stupid, irritating and everything that defines shitty. Results were such a horror, like really. Just freaking passed HMT, wah! Yay athira way to go, girl! Nvm, told myself to calm down anw. PE was so !@#@#$@#!@ because everything comes back again and yeah, I couldnt avert it, tsk. So wanted to go for recess but I couldn't bear to see someone so yeah, in the end, stayed in class. Sorry Am and Day. D: Then, in class, was prepared to see that I failed for physics and yeah, my dream came true! I DID FAIL! YAY E8! -.- Freaking irritated because I thought I would get D7 or something but ok told myself, to stay strong again. I was getting agitated with Maths because I have 1001 careless mistakes and if none of the careless mistakes were there, I would have gotten myself a bloody A2. Yeah, IF huh? IFFFF, that stupid word, IFFF. Ok, my fault for being careless anw. I was kinda proud of myself with A maths. Because I failed the previous test and I passed this time round, by bloody 2 freaking marks. I was feeling calm BUT the thought of my mom killing me makes me go dramamama again. Like, I couldnt stop thinking on how am I gonna tell my mom that I failed physics and I have no A? 'Ma, YAY, I FAILED BOTH SCIENCES AND I GOT C6 for AM and B3 FOR EM'. Ok nooooo. Or 'Ma, sorry ma, I failed both science and Am and Em was shitty results also. *cries hardcore*' Ok no so melodramatic lah please. Or should i just face up to the bloody truth and say 'Ma, I really tried my best but I failed both sciences and got stupid results for both Maths' HAHAHA NOOO. Despite me coming up with 1001 ways to tell my mom, Im still gonna get hell and a trashing from her. So, why use up my brain cells to think of ideas? And nah, Im not gonna let history in sec 1, last day of sch, repeat again. Thats utterly foolish and stupid. In the end, like today, told her in the morning and she slammed the door at me. Well, expected anw. Again, the same words came out. 'WHERE ARE YOU GONNA GO? ITE?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!' Ok no eh, not ITE, please. I mean sec 3, a whole different year, different subjects. Many things to cope. I still need time to adapt to certain changes leh, momma! And she was like 'you can forget abt korea' Ok thank god korea is postponed to September. Nvm, that whole period of time, like from june to september, all the tests, im gonna work my butt off, mark my words people. Ok idk whether Im saying that to comfort myself but I think i really mean it you know. Like suddenly, this is like a wake up call for me. For KOREAAAAAAAAA!!! Ok so results = DANG IT BLOODY SHIT STUPID EW. NO As, only Bs and Cs. -.- Man, how I wish im like in 2008 again. Results were like Fuhhhhhh, awesome. As for Maths and lit. B3s for science, C5s for geog and hist. L1R5 was like &lt;20&gt;20 HAHA big jump right? K then there was band. THANK GOD I DID GO TO BAND. THANK GOD. NO REGRETS OR WHATEVER, I SWEAR. Headed to band with Dayana and I was so relieved I stepped into my 2nd home. It was like woaaaaah, seeing all the faces there, my section, omg, miss it! I felt like I was the luckiest girl when I set my hands on my boyf! It was still shiny but it stinks ooops. Missed both Sirs so much and I greeted them with so much enthusiasm! Scale test was funny with Mr Pisit hahahhaa. Sectionals was awesome, serious. Seniors started blasting their instruments and we all gathered to talk and talk like theres no tmr. Naufal was mixing up chords and it came out all shitty and disgusting. Juoyan was like being the irritating bitch, as usual. Qian Hao claimed he has leukemia because his hair undergo a haircut. -.- Omgee, they seriously made me laugh and and and and nothing was on my mind! If only they were NOT to graduate, that will be heaven I swear. Not to mention Khairuzzaman and Alifah who made things waaaay better. Ok esp Khairuzzaman, tak habis dengan Nabil masyaallah. Celebrated Sir's birthday! Man, seeing Sir so happy, standing there, infront of his cake, makes me feel so glad that I didnt quit band. Glad that I didnt leave band. Seeing my juniors, makes me feel honoured that I didnt leave them alone to face the upcoming events by themselves. Seeing my seniors, makes me think that yessa, I didnt leave band and yessa, I bonded w them and woah, it reminds me of Syazwani. Dayana and me had so much fun going grugalaga over saxaphoneeeeeeeeeeeeee~ Melted like alot of times already. Cake was so mocha-ist but nvm, i loved the durian. Overall, school on thursday = MAJOR and after school = Euphoria yayyyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now, stayed at home because something is wrong with my stomach.  there was air in it, thats why, keep vomiting ew. Need to take like 1001 vitamins as stated by daddy which was hell. Damnit. Found out my eng results and combined humans results like just a minute ago from dayana and woah, yay, no As again! L1R5 not &gt;20 but &gt;30. Yeah, learn inequalities right? Ok so good. Ok done. I want to go clean my bed and think of something worthwhile to do before I get another thrashing from mom again nyahahaha. Thanks Am and Ziq and Shaz for being the 3 most important people in my life. Thanks Sya for being there for me like throughout this whole phase, really appreciate it, gal. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-6753584163468827921?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/6753584163468827921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=6753584163468827921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6753584163468827921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6753584163468827921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/05/yuan-de-bu-neng-na-pian-de-cai-neng-na.html' title='Yuan de bu neng na, pian de cai neng na'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-8546887235984499285</id><published>2009-05-16T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:38:19.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gue pasti</title><content type='html'>Credits to Atikah Shamsuddin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ameera&lt;br /&gt;2.Amirul Shazzani&lt;br /&gt;3.Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;4.Syafiq Suhaimi&lt;br /&gt;5.Syazwani&lt;br /&gt;6.Ayie&lt;br /&gt;7.Farhan&lt;br /&gt;8.Clive&lt;br /&gt;9.Syathirah&lt;br /&gt;10.Nabil Idris aka Valentino -.-&lt;br /&gt;11.Heryani&lt;br /&gt;12.Hasyimah&lt;br /&gt;13.Zakiah&lt;br /&gt;14.Izza&lt;br /&gt;15.Rosziati&lt;br /&gt;16.Clarice&lt;br /&gt;17.Mai Sheng&lt;br /&gt;18.Jiayan&lt;br /&gt;19.Naufal&lt;br /&gt;20.Heng Yeow&lt;br /&gt;21.Hisyam&lt;br /&gt;22.Nazri&lt;br /&gt;23.Dayana&lt;br /&gt;24.Fairuz&lt;br /&gt;25.Vivien&lt;br /&gt;26.Hamzi&lt;br /&gt;27.Shalihin&lt;br /&gt;28.Haziq&lt;br /&gt;29.Ricky&lt;br /&gt;30.Melvin Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;Nabil Idris aka Valentino - He ask me to say Coral primary school, class 2/9 to 4/9 only and during the first day in class hahahahahahhaha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;Ayie - Hmmmmm I would still survived though but I wont be as brave as I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 20 and 15 dated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heng Yeow &amp;amp; Rosziati - OMG OPPOSITES ATTRACT WHAT. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you could marry between 6 and 14 who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Izza or Ayie - Ummm I wouldnt marry my own cousin, so yeah, Izza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Did you ever like 9?&lt;br /&gt;Syathirah - Hahahaha I love her! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq Suhaimi - HAHA YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would 4 and 12 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq &amp;amp; Syimah - Hmmmmmm no, i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera &amp;amp; Amirul - Not bad not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Describe 8:&lt;br /&gt;Clive - understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like 18?&lt;br /&gt;Jiayan - Yeah I love that bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tell me something about 17:&lt;br /&gt;Mai Sheng- His a sweet guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What's 7's favorite colour??&lt;br /&gt;Farhan - haha green or blue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera - Hahahahahahaha girl leh, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When was the last time you talked to number 15?:&lt;br /&gt;Rosziati - On wednesday I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How do you think 19 feels about u?&lt;br /&gt;Naufal - He thinks Im some bimbo whos slow in understanding physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What languages does 13 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah - English Malay French German Italy Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who is 2 going out with?:&lt;br /&gt;Amirul Shazzani - All the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What grade is 16 in?&lt;br /&gt;Clarice - Same class as me leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 5's favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani - Hahaha like everything but more to malay songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever date 3?&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus - Hmmmmm I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 11 single?&lt;br /&gt;Heryani - No, shes taken, dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 22's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Nazri - Damnit, i forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 7?:&lt;br /&gt;Farhan - Wah noooo! His like my brother k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Where does 24 live?&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz - Just a few metres away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think about 20?:&lt;br /&gt;Heng Yeow - Funny bunny by just being himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the best thing about 4?:&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq Suhaimi - His my selenge kambing who listens to me no matter how long the story is. His just there, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 21 hard-working?&lt;br /&gt;Hisyam - To admit, not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you like to tell 13 right now?&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah - Wah um Im sorry and yeah hope everything turns out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i meet 23?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - First thing in the hall in 2007, saw her smiling at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the best and worst thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani - Shes just the best senior Ive ever had in my whole entire life. She gives really good advices. Theres practically nothing bad abt her. Just for the fact that she can be mean at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Are you going to know 3 forever?&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus - YESSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How long have you known 26?&lt;br /&gt;Hamzi - 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who is 24?&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz - I think his like the only person in my neighbourhood who I really communicate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Are you or did you ever date 28?&lt;br /&gt;Haziq - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you have a crush on 27?&lt;br /&gt;Shalihin - Hahahaha nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you kiss 25?&lt;br /&gt;Vivien - No, kissing is baaaaaaaaaaad. But I can flirt with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have you hugged/kissed 22?&lt;br /&gt;Nazri - Hahaha no lah pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 29 your bff?&lt;br /&gt;Ricky - BFF? no, pls, never. His my sayang last time. Nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you hate about 23?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - Hmmmmmmmmm nothing much actually. Although she can be evil at times. Most of the time, shes a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What's your relationship with 30?&lt;br /&gt;Melvin Teo - TSK-ING partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Still no mood to blog. Many reasons why. Life is so not good right now. Exams are over, so? Life not good = not happy. Ok bye.&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/131315033596299670-8546887235984499285?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/8546887235984499285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=8546887235984499285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8546887235984499285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8546887235984499285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/05/gue-pasti.html' title='Gue pasti'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-5430260897645481904</id><published>2009-05-15T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:50:49.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, I BEG YOU. I FREAKING BEG YOU FOR MERCY, PLEADING, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. All of us, enough is enough!!!!!! My fault, yeah, I know. So, enough manz. Tired ok, here and there, walao. Yea agree with ameera, feel like migrating to Korea or somewhere. My god, June, come faster pls! &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-5430260897645481904?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/5430260897645481904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=5430260897645481904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/5430260897645481904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/5430260897645481904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/05/united.html' title='United?'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-1911227067487598194</id><published>2009-05-03T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:45:07.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youre not sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think im gonna keep doing  surveys until Im in the mood to update regularly because Im suffering from some no-mood disorder thing so like no mood to do anything except surveys because they make me happy like whoosh. So yeah, please be an understanding soul and feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;my feelings and emotions. You should know how I feel if youre in a no-mood situation. It sucks badly, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. When you cry does anybody know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Uh I dont usually cry infront of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln2" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. When you love, do you give your all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln3" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Huh? My all? I dont understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Given the chance to be in front of your most recent ex, what would you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln5" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- HI GOOD LUCK FOR EXAMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. What's one thing that you learned from those failed relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln7" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Omg is this survey full of BGR questions? :/ Uh there must be trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln8" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. What is the most important thing in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln9" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- I think its trust and you feel comfortable you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. Is it normal to become jealous of someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln11" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Its in the blooooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln12" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. When you come across your ex with his/her gf/bf what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Ill go omg hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln14" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. Does looks matter when choosing a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- To me, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. What is a must in a gf/bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln17" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- OMG this question is like repeated but re-phrased? -.- Uh himself? IDK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. What if a friend tells you that he/she loves your bf/gf, what are you going to do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hahaha omg um Ill say wow, good for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln20" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. With all the heartaches, sacrifices and pain of loving, is it all worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln21" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Uh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13.Do u find ur ex's new gf/bf good-looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln23" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- HAHA This is funny. Um shes sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln24" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Clive Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln26" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. How do you learn to forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- By learning to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln28" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. What makes you mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln29" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- MINAHS WHO THINK THEY OWN THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Do you love someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln31" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I love so many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln32" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. What time are you gonna sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln33" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Somewhere near 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln34" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. Status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln35" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My god, gay yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln36" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. Do you ever wish you could just disappear to save yourself from pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- At certain times, when the situation is that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln38" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. Is loving worth fighting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln39" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hahaha i dont think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln40" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22. Why do you say so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln41" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Why fight for love when you know you wont get it? Fight for something that is worth it! Like like shoes in a shopping centre, omg yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln42" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. Favorite cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln43" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Cookies and cream pleaseeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln44" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24. Do you still love your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln45" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hahahahhahaa what a question, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln46" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25. Are you ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln47" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- WHAAAT THE? Actually, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln48" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26. Are you hurting inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln49" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln50" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27. Are you contented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- At the moment, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln52" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28. In 3 months, do you think you will be in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln53" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nope bcause i dont want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln54" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29. What if the person you love, loves somebody else? What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln55" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Then move on lah, not meant to be what. Everything happens for a reason ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln56" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30. Do you consider yourself a martyl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln57" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- SAY WHAAAAT MARTYL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln58" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;31. Do you miss the way things used to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln59" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- HAHA HELL YEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln60" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;32. Do you like hugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln61" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hahahaha yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln62" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;33. When was the last time you went shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln63" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Omg like a few weeks ago with my bestf. I will consider it a short shopping spree actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln64" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;34. What's the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln65" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln66" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;35. Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln67" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln68" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;36. It's 4 in the morning, your phone rings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln69" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Haha now, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln70" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;37. What do you think of people who smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln71" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sometimes Ill be disgusted but then again, my own friends does. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln72" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;38. What do you currently hear right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln73" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My keyboard typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln74" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;39. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln75" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Uh I cant recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln76" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;40. Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln77" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- HAHA YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln78" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;41. How do you prevent anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln79" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- By screaming in my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln80" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;42. When is enough, enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln81" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Uh what what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln82" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;43. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln83" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hahahaha yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln84" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;44. What makes you smile right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln85" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nothing actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln86" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;45. Say something about the person you miss right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln87" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Eh I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln88" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;46. Say something to your ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Eh hi, I want sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Omg I think thats like a BGR survey or something. Wah. Ok next one! Yeah I swear im gonna like do so many surveys for the next couple of days, be proud of me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. A B.itch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln2" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- People say I am, so yeah, I think so. But im a nice bitch ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln3" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Are you tall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln5" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I think I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln7" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. In your pajamas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln8" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- YEAH haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln9" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Left handed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln11" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln12" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LAST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln14" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Friend you saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ameera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln17" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Talked to on the phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln20" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Person to text you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln21" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Clive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln23" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Was today better than yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln24" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nah its the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln26" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln28" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Number:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln29" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln31" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln32" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- PURPLE and sometimes blue or green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln33" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln34" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln35" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln36" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln38" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Carpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln39" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln40" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;QUESTIONS &amp;amp; ANSWERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln41" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What was the first thing you did this morning when you got up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln42" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Wiped my saliva off (EW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln43" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln44" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln45" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: The stupid situation I am in now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln46" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln47" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What's the last movie you watched in theaters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln48" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: The Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln49" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln50" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Grandma's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln52" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln53" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln54" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln55" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln56" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln57" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Omg no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln58" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln59" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln60" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Yes, veryyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln61" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln62" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln63" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Im not sure, my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln64" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln65" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Why did you sleep there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln66" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Because I dont sleep on the floor? DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln67" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln68" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln69" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Just now aiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln70" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln71" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What was your last thought before going to sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln72" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: I have to study physics today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln73" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln74" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now one being bad ten being great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln75" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: I'd give a 4 FOR THIS MOMENT ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln76" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln77" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What do you hear right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln78" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: My keyboard typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln79" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln80" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Does anything hurt right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln81" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: My eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln82" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln83" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What's your favorite month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln84" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln85" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln86" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: How many kids do you want/have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln87" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: I think two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln88" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TEN EMOTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln90" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln91" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Not someone, alot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln92" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln93" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln94" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln95" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln96" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Are you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln97" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln98" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln99" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Are you bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln100" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln101" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln102" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Are you excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln103" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hell no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln104" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln105" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Are you nervous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln106" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln107" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln108" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Are you tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln109" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln110" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln111" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Are your parents still married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln112" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Uh yeah, positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln113" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln114" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Do you have a crush on someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln115" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah, CC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln116" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln117" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. How long have you liked the person you fancy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln118" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I think since forever? O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln118" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln118" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think this survey is like a oh-its-a-survey-lets-just-do-for-the-sake-of-doing-it kinda survey you know! I feel so goood right n&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ow. Ok, fake. Ooops. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln118" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln118" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- CHACE CRAWFORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln2" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who do you blame for your mood today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln3" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln5" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Omg no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What should we do with stupid people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln7" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Teach them how to be clever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln8" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How long do you think you will live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln9" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ask god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln12" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The color of carpet in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I dont have carpet ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln14" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln17" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My friends say so and I think I am a teeny weeny bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you drink lots of water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- It depends on the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln20" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What toothpaste do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln21" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Colgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do you vent your anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln23" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- By bottling up or screaming at my pillow or singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln24" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last compliment you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Youre such a good friend, dude. Thanks. (YEAH, that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln26" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Study and study and mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln28" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you threw up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln29" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- When I ate something I didnt like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is your best friend a virgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln31" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- DUH-UH to the D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln32" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you were at a party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln33" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Wah so long ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln34" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you a mama's child or a daddy's child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln35" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- IMMA TEENAGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln36" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you ever join the military?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sometimes I wish, sometimes, I dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln38" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last website you visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln39" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln40" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln41" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln42" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last person you went to the movies with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln43" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln44" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What did you do/will you do for your birthday this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln45" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nothing, oh, ill be a religious woman, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln46" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Number of layers on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln47" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- SAY WHAAAT? I dont understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln48" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is anything alive in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln49" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- OMG ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln50" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- GO FORWARD, PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln52" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you looking forward to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln53" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Getting the red alert so that we can stay at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln53" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Status of you and the last person you sent a text to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hahaha good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln2" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you have any plans for saturday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln3" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- STUDY UDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you got flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln5" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Has anyone ever seen you in your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln7" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah, my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln8" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you love anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln9" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I love alot of people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln11" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Burping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln12" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah, with CC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln14" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you read the book Twilight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you had a chance to get back together with your ex, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln17" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- HAHAHAHAHAHHA I find this funny again and No, i wouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are ur opinion about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Idk how to answer actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln20" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you like about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln21" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmmmm I think Im awesome, omg yeahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you think someone is talking behind your back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln23" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Haha yeah, my own friends, cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln24" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you like it when guys have egos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln26" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you hate your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I dont hate, I dislike some of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln28" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you remember your first crushs name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln29" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hahahahaha Niki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln31" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Idk, I think im Athira you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln32" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you kiss anyone today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln33" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln34" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you a mean person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln35" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- It depends on the situation but usually, Im nice, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln36" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you excited for anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- HELL NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you let someone down last week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln39" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah, sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln40" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you close with your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln41" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yeah, its a love hate relationship you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln42" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you get along with your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln43" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Haha most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln44" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln45" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- NO NO NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln46" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who was the last person you spoke on the phone for over an hour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln47" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Over an hour? Last? Haziq I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln48" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you like to make the first move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln49" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Uh I always make the first move in anything. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln50" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you hate it when people smoke around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- YEAH, ill pretend to cough and cover my nose but in the end, ill end up coughing really badly. SEE THE EFFECTS OF SMOKING ON NON-SMOKERS?! Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok that was a down-to-earth kinda survey. Wah I love labelling each survey. It makes me think, makes me think and think and think until I cant think&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;anymore. Ok. Good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;- Boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your full name?&lt;br /&gt;- Athirasari Diyana Mohd Zulkarnain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish things were different?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes but at the moment, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows your mood?&lt;br /&gt;- BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt like this all day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Since friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your mind ?&lt;br /&gt;- Bloody situations, exams, sushi, harry potter, CC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos bed did you last lay in?&lt;br /&gt;- mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to communicate with HL. (not what you think it is) I want exams to be over. I want a notebook. I want sushi. I want harry potter. I want Korea. I want a handphone. I want red alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really okay?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last speak to?&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you feel you can count on the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Bestfriends but HAHA ok nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last incoming text message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Hey A u there.. I have another plan muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- School, physics, tuition, IC photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;- Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you last borrow?&lt;br /&gt;- A Bend in the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- Studied and watched boys before flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fully trust anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha actually, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find boys or girls more immature?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss about your past?&lt;br /&gt;- My kental self although Im still kental but I miss that part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking forward to the future?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live life to the full?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a night you would like to put on repeat, and live it forever?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily bothered?&lt;br /&gt;- Over certain things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most number of people you have slept with in a bed?&lt;br /&gt;- In a bed? 9 i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing any bracelets?&lt;br /&gt;- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you any different now than you were a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you taller than your mum?&lt;br /&gt;- Obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything upsetting you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan on getting drunk or high tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- No. Never. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;- I slept with my legs up against the wall, serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;- My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;- Lying down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;- haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah in p6 omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your friends taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the first person you talked to today male or female?&lt;br /&gt;- Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok that was a really cool survey. It doesnt like ask questions like are you single or attached omg. Hahaha yeah. See I love surveys! Make me type whatever that comes to my mind instantly! Awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Are you playing hard to get right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont understand the question actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your last name be if you married the last person you talked to over the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Zakaria omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think people talk about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, my own friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your relationship with the person you last texted?&lt;br /&gt;- Its a gay relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your number one person on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;- Home, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you and your best friend, does the phrase "opposites attract" does it apply?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh haha yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever disliked someone without any valid reason?&lt;br /&gt;- Hahaha no, I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you started swearing?&lt;br /&gt;- P4 i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been directly mean to someone's face?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, oops and sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person who makes you smile everyday?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that's really annoying about your school?&lt;br /&gt;- The wannabes homagod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last person you were talking with?&lt;br /&gt;- NOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a sleep over with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last February, were you single?&lt;br /&gt;- YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have things borrowed off you now?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yeah, my mommy took my pen. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;- People, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wasting your time on someone?&lt;br /&gt;- No and I dont plan to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you'd like to fix things with?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA WAH, AGAIN THE SMACKING-RIGHT-IN-YOUR-FACE question. Haha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust most people?&lt;br /&gt;- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided them?&lt;br /&gt;- Ooops yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was last to call you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ameera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 9:30pm last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last male you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- Mai Sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing an hour ago ?&lt;br /&gt;- E maths-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's bed, besides yours, were you last on?&lt;br /&gt;- Uncle's bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, mugging 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;- Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at noon yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;- Oh I was at home, studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;- When I said goodbye to Zakiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;- Just now, talking about people with Vivien Clarice and Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you as more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;- To make this bloody situation better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many true friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- Hahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was your last meal?&lt;br /&gt;- In the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;- Call or text, both I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person under J on your mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate that person?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence?&lt;br /&gt;- Idk, forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that you care more about than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- Mostly everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told anyone you were OK when you really weren’t?&lt;br /&gt;- Like always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the number 17 have any signifigance to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, reminds me of Sec 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest, do you like people in general?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah duh I like you what. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your first name?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes I finally learnt how to appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever forgive someone if they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret doing something today?&lt;br /&gt;- I regret not going into class as soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, generally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Like just now during class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get "good morning" texts from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Rarely but once or twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;- A few millimetres away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done anything embarrassing lately?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah I burped out real loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person who put their arm around you mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh yeah, I love my daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate being alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- 21st August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recal​l the last time you liked​ someo​ne a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- HAHA yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard for you to get over someo​ne?​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Yeah but Ill get over it eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you have any saved texts?&lt;br /&gt;- Yessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's irritating you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Omg im done with surveys I think. If ive changed my mood to the happy mood, then Ill blog like theres no tommorow. For the time being, survey period because of swine flu ok no link whatever. So yeah chiao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If life gives you 100 reasons to cry, then give back 1000 reasons to smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (WAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-1911227067487598194?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/1911227067487598194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=1911227067487598194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1911227067487598194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1911227067487598194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-im-gonna-keep-doing-surveys.html' title='Youre not sorry'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-2585463416235661103</id><published>2009-05-01T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:40:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey keeps me awake :l</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. List ten people whom viewed yr blog recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Hasyimah&lt;br /&gt;Clive&lt;br /&gt;Mai Sheng&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani&lt;br /&gt;Amirul Shaz&lt;br /&gt;Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah&lt;br /&gt;Dayana&lt;br /&gt;Nabil Idris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. Your name&lt;br /&gt;- Athirasari Diyana Muhd Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your age&lt;br /&gt;- I dont want to say, I cant leak out my personal information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Attached/Single&lt;br /&gt;- Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Five of your closest friend&lt;br /&gt;- Closest eh? Ameera Amirul S Hasyimah Firdaus Heryani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your 2 favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;- Purple and Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Storybook/comic&lt;br /&gt;- Storybook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a crush&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, and I dare say its Chace Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has an unknown person asked you for your number before&lt;br /&gt;- I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If yes , did you give your number to the person who asked&lt;br /&gt;- Hahah I wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Name two girl&lt;br /&gt;- Hasyimah and Ameera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Name two guy friends that you are close to&lt;br /&gt;- Amirul Shaz and Clive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you play online game&lt;br /&gt;- YESSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you play maple story&lt;br /&gt;- No, I dont like the characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you play audition&lt;br /&gt;- Say whaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite numbers&lt;br /&gt;- 2 and 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favourite Alphabats&lt;br /&gt;- A lah, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Hotmail Url&lt;br /&gt;- 123456789@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you go out with your stead or friends .&lt;br /&gt;- NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you trust your stead&lt;br /&gt;- If I have, then I would, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Money or friends&lt;br /&gt;- Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Stead or friends&lt;br /&gt;- Walao friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Anime or drama&lt;br /&gt;- DRAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Best girl - friend&lt;br /&gt;- Alot you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Best guy friend&lt;br /&gt;- Alot you know! But best is Amirul Shaz, I think. (OOOOPS Hye hye hye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;SURVEY NUMBER TWOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Do you show your emotions or do you have a poker face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;- Uh to certain people actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are fairytales and happy endings something you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to have good dreams or nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;- Mostly, its nightmares. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you wear a fake smile?&lt;br /&gt;- DARN OFTEN. Its like 24/7 or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better: Cold or hot weather?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is photography something you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;- Again, depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had butterflies in your stomach&lt;br /&gt;- When I was getting my A maths paper back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have or plan on having children?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you truly happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;- At the moment, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met someone who just had you at hello?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever completely turned your back on someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, no I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever written poetry?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA NO, Ill lose my patience by then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just layed and looked at the stars with the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- Last time yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color eyeliner do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont use eyeliner. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so hurt that you felt completely numb emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha yeah, currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given the chance to do anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Regret what I said to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the band Rise Against?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry Im outdated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the type of person who always needs to be in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you generally a happy person or a depressed person?&lt;br /&gt;- H A P P Y YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there is a fine line between love and hate?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmmmmmmmmm I dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you love the most right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;- In my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much have you changed in the past three months?&lt;br /&gt;- I think alot actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better: a lie or the truth?&lt;br /&gt;- Truth, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been miserable, yet happy at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha yeah like right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think everyone is beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone is beautiful in their own ways actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that all members of the opposite sex are basically the same?&lt;br /&gt;- NOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were let down?&lt;br /&gt;- Just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you just cannot stand to be around?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is music a daily part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink alcohol regularly?&lt;br /&gt;- I NEVER drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the nearest purple thing to you?&lt;br /&gt;- My marker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name your top three friends:&lt;br /&gt;- Ameera Hasyimah Amirul Shaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you watch television?&lt;br /&gt;- Not regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person to give you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost a friendship &amp;amp; then later regained it?&lt;br /&gt;- Wow it smacked right through my face again. Um yeah actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing you'd like to do right now:&lt;br /&gt;- Change every mistake that I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when a moment is real?&lt;br /&gt;- When I know Im not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily offended?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends on the insults actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the last time your heart pounded like crazy for a good or bad reason?&lt;br /&gt;- BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wearing a shirt with long or short sleeves?&lt;br /&gt;- Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your relationship with the last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;- Close friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last instant message conversation about?&lt;br /&gt;- About my ordeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just added someone just cause you thought they were cute?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok last time SHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your current frustration?&lt;br /&gt;- My bloody situation with people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- I like so many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood?&lt;br /&gt;- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie's in your DVD player?&lt;br /&gt;- Bride Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you mad when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Furious and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color crayon?&lt;br /&gt;- Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that you think is impossible to say or do?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there are circumstances when it's okay to wait for someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhhhhhh I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet someone you like, do you fall in love fast?&lt;br /&gt;- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like art?&lt;br /&gt;- Hahahahhahaahhahaha Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Youre not sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made someone happy recently?&lt;br /&gt;- No and I dont plan to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak with your father today?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats been different this year?&lt;br /&gt;- People, friendships, studies and people and people again. 90% people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wah the second survey was really irritating because 1/4 of the questions are questioning about my life and I hate to answer it because it smacked right through my face and made me realise a whole lot of things. I loathe the current situation I am in. Today, I had a hard time surviving and Im really shagged. Im not sure about tmr and the next day and the subsequent days. Exam period some more. Tell me life is beautiful, please. [:&lt;/span&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/131315033596299670-2585463416235661103?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/2585463416235661103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=2585463416235661103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2585463416235661103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2585463416235661103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/05/survey-keeps-me-awake-l.html' title='Survey keeps me awake :l'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-485213482774312053</id><published>2009-04-30T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:24:01.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEESEBURGER GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sflt_r2NaGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k1kZ-xmeK6s/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sflt_r2NaGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k1kZ-xmeK6s/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330412574838974562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 29th of April 2009, I had the most funniest childish stupidest shittiest 5 minutes of my life. Its once in a lifetime thing. This is one thing I have to remember when I reminisce back my sec school moments when Im in the park with my husband, pushing the trolley. EH TROLLEY YOUR HEAD! Stroller, I mean, with my quadruplets in there, sucking lollipops till they have tooth decay. O: Ok back on track, yeah, one phase in my life that I went through, with all my girlfriends. And I realised that my girlfriends have become my friends not for the sake of it. There is a reason behind everything, right? And yes, Ive found that very reason on that very day. They are my friends because no matter what, we go through it all together. We dont run away and leave our friend behind to face such a moment. We go through it together no matter what shit happens! 5 VS 1 AH! Dont play play! The bitches emerging from north south east west k are here to kick your asses, woohoo! We need pre-confront workshops! KUNGFU WARRIORS K! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE PHYSICS LESSONS WITH CLARICE AND MR LEONG AND SHERMAINE! Ok not shermaine because she was busy occupied with her SS and giggling away when we both dont understand. WHATEVER. Anyhoo, Mr Leong was actually irritated with me and Clarice because we dont seem to get anything but eventually, we did and I swear I love mugging physics with Clarice. Awesome shit.  I still need Naufal to explain Vector parallelogram and free body diagram to me because Im in a complete lost when it comes to drawing whatever force reaction thing. Ew. Today is like HMT exam and I screw it up. Not just screw it up like mere screw it up but I screwed up BIGTIME. And I really mean bigtime. Peribahasa was like sdflsiejrlij to the maximum and I was literally scratching my head because I couldnt get the sentences out of my head. BLANK OK. And SS was screwed up too. I cross reference to contextual knowledge when Im not supposed to, WOW. I thought I was save for English till I realised that my compo was actually really out of point omg I know! THAT BAD HUH? Still waiting for the rest of the exams to approach but its a week from now so from now till then, MUG is the only word in my dictionary. Failed A maths, as per usual. -.- I knew it! Only one more week to buck up for the other 5 subjects! JIAYOU ATHIRA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im currently loving school, actually. Ok not loving school, but loving my class. Ive seriously bonded with tons of people. I ACTUALLY TALK TO HAO TIAN ON MSN. HAO TIAN OK. HAO TIAN! Its bizzare to come to think of it but it was somehow awesome! I swear Im glad Clive CIIIIKKKKK is my close friend. And I swear his one of a kind. Without him, I dont think I can survive my ordeal that Im currently facing. He understands, which is really good because I have been bottling up till I feel like exploding like some dormant volcano. AH ETHEL TOOK OUT HER BRACES AND IM SO NOT USED TO SEEING HER LIKE THAT! OMGEE! Mr L has really BAAAD moodswings! -.- And I still need time to get used to it, I swear! Mr N keeps me awake in school, like really, with his awesome voice yay! I want to watch Harry Potter and 17 again and New Moon. Although I know the book will be better, I want to watch it because I have no other movies to put my eyes onto. [: Im desperate for sushi because omg did I tell you I went to carousel at Royal Scotts hotel at orchard to celebrate my cousin's birthday?! Yeah, thats the reason why im desperate for Sushi. I didnt had enough sushi. Amirul Shazzani asked me to eat and not to drool but I actually drooled over the food rather then eat because the food was just too captivating you know! There was like chocolate fondue and and chocolate mouse and sushi and omg so many! I swear I bonded with Haziq Azim Kakak Didi Abang Hafiz Kakak Yaya. Haziq was telling on how many gays there are at the Army. I think his like the hottest cousin. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im envying Zakiah because shes still super close with her primary friends. I mean, seeing them like always meeting up makes me feel so heartbroken because the relationship between me and my primary clique is KA-POOOSH. Yeah, sound effect but that defines it. Its really heartbreaking you know! Swine flu is scaring the shit out of me because I have been sneezing for a few nights. Ok I may be overreacting because its due to my aircon but the thought of swine flu freaks me out. Its like FLU. And its like if you have FLU, dont come to school omg. I dont want Swine flu to come to Singapore! ......... or to Korea! Omg I so cant wait for 7th June! 7th June, please come faster, pretty please. NO NO NO SWINE FLU TO KOREA although theres already been one case. No Swine flu, please. Im gonna pray hard to not let Korea have swine flu, no way. I love being number 2! Oh running in the rain with bestf was the best thing ever! Getting wet, it didnt matter to me because I got wet, with my bestf and it was so funny and so spastic! We were being blondes and bimbos by screaming at every rain that comes down or every thunder. HOMAGOD right? IKR. HHAHA I KNOW RIGHT. Ok enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sick and tired of giving in all the time to all the arguments that we encounter. Im sick and tired of saying sorry all the time. Its like sorry is the only word available in my dictionary. Tommorow, its gonna be two weeks already. We always count, do we? Awesome huh? Seeing you in school makes me think and wonder ALOT but then Ill tell myself to push it aside since exams are drawing near. I cannot believe what you did neither can I stop myself from saying that you didnt do it. Someone say, find something that we both have in common. Finally, I realised that there was NOTHING. Amazing right? Having nothing in common, are we still entitled to what we used to be? HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-485213482774312053?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/485213482774312053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=485213482774312053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/485213482774312053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/485213482774312053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheeseburger-girl.html' title='CHEESEBURGER GIRL'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sflt_r2NaGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k1kZ-xmeK6s/s72-c/DSC00242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-4906675970576559822</id><published>2009-04-20T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:29:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burrete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SeyxuFQGS3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZA9Wqfh5590/s1600-h/Photo+1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SeyxuFQGS3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZA9Wqfh5590/s320/Photo+1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827864514251634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUNDANE MONDAY. Another week arrives. The cycle continues hehehehe. It started off with me and Qam reciting the pledge. So freaking last minute because I swear i thought it was tmr. Had total fun observing everyone when they sang their national anthem. Tons of expressions you know O: Combined humans was seriously fast because it was self study. Bestf could not stop singing HSM3 songs and I think I have to endure it for another week or so. HY called me jubo homagoz. CO members were missing so its quite empty yeah now I know how the rest felt when the band members went. WAH memories hyehye. And found out that CO got GWH! WOW CONGRATS YEAH! Sustainability! And everything comes back rushing to my mind again. Everything was seriously fast today except for A maths. But A maths was fun. I didnt pay attention but bitched w bestf instead. Had awesome fun! I think today is a lets-laugh-and-lets-bitch day? Yeah might be. ACE was supposed to be talking about STRESS ended up talking about BGR. Mr L was being that love guru hahahhahaha. Larry and clive got picked on, sad. I feel you people! After school, stayed bck with bestf in the library and she took almost 40 mins choosing on a particular book homagod tell me about it. Studied with Effa and Dayana after that. Ok if i say i studied, ill be a total liar. I didnt exactly study because nothing went inside my head actually. I swear i love talking bimbo and bitchy with Naufal! With that slang yang tak menjadi WAH! Syed was being zombie-ish dont ask me why. I think Naufal can be a certified bitch yay! Having one to one talk with Hamzi is interesting. I finally cleared my doubts and all. *giggles*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MYE is coming soon. Im gonna have mugging sessions w different kind of people! With babes is definitely a yes. With Jiayan Larry Mai Sheng Melvin K Clarice Vivien is a must must hehe! With bandmates *giggles* obviously ok! With Amirul Shazzani and Ameewa is essential also! Yeah different kinds of people! Can work together better! Idk whether Im mentally prepared. Mai Sheng said its the same as other tests, its just that this, the marks are taken, so, why scared? True actually and I only actually realised that like a few hours ago. O: I cannot understand the fact why do they have to make Malay LC on the last day of the exam and it only takes up half and hour of your bloody time. Why cant they just slip it into the other exam days? I think the school is being mean. They do not want us to have many OFF days. Prolly that. Im glad that Im actually starting to study not last minute anymore. Ok actually, I will still consider this last minute BUT BUT Ive improved since last year, where Ill study like the day before. YEAH TELL ME ABOUT IT. I suddenly have this urge of taking a tiger as my pet. Or a snake. Either or. It'll be amazing you know! And I miss band practices SO MUCH I swear. Its only been how many days but I really miss it. I miss Davin homagod and Khairuzzaman hahaha and Chun Meng of course! Omg I feel so old. I can vividly remember 2007 where I was the junior and Ill be looking up to Syazwani and Ashidah and Diyanah and now my juniors are looking up to us. Wah I feel the difference, a whole huge difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wished things would go back as per normal. D: Its extremely weird seeing babes from different classes. When we walk pass each other, its like as if we are acquaintances. Its not normal. Its definitely alien or bizzare. What happen to the one for all, all for one in 2008 or 2007? What happen? Were those just words? Has it gone down the drain? People change, I know. And I have accepted that fact although Im not exactly over it. In fact, I myself has changed. Ive become more quiet actually, compared to last year. I tend to calm myself down. Im very patient. I know everything happens for a reason. Im very paranoid when it comes to studies. However I bottle up everything inside which is so not me. I dont usually bottle it up. Ill usually be exploding every minute or two which is better then bottling up and waiting for you to explode. Omgod dasyat! I hate the fact that when a change occurs, it affects the other chains and links. Tsk thats no gooooooooood. Now, theres prolly nothing to talk about whenever theres communication. Guaranteed that we will end up talking about the various classes. No more that girlfriend feeling. It doesnt exist anymore and Im really sad about it. BUT BUT not gonna think about it like 24/7 because MYE is coming. Stay happy and positive because then again, it comes down to &lt;i&gt;everything happens for a reason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed blogskin again yay! I love changing blogskins it makes me contented. Its 1:30am and tmr, Im having combined humans test which I so do not want to screw it up but idk, my conscience tells me that somehow or somewhere, things will turn out haywire but no, positivity! Tmr im gonna be pressing the ting ting sound for debate. Ok TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY PARTNER LIM JIAYAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; AND HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY TO PHAY KANG BEATBOX DUDE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-4906675970576559822?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/4906675970576559822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=4906675970576559822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4906675970576559822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4906675970576559822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/04/burrete.html' title='Burrete'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SeyxuFQGS3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZA9Wqfh5590/s72-c/Photo+1269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-3397406059103651349</id><published>2009-04-14T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:24:41.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AM BO HA TO MA TA RE LA RE LA OH</title><content type='html'>Yay its been weeks since i last posted. Very very long you know! Been extremely busy with all sorts of things. It varies you know. From studies to SYF OMG. SYF. Okay feeling feeling post ahead!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have conquered ourselves a Silver. Yes, who wouldnt be disappointed with the results but as a band, with the motto ONE BAND ONE SOUL ONE SOUND, we will move on together, with no regrets. We have come a whole long way, with all the intense trainings full of sweat and tears and we did not give up. Furthermore, we endured all the pain and all the scoldings and torture and through all this hardwork, not only did we make alot of people proud, we made ourselves proud. We came out of the hall, feeling relieved and happy and overjoyed because we knew we have gave it all out for that 10 minutes or so. Although the circumstances were excruciating, we knew that the medal can NEVER define or be compared to our determination and our will power. Im so proud of Pasir Ris Band because we did the F in the hall. In case you do not know, F is FOCUS and not any other word. -.- I swear Im extremely to the ultimate core proud of Pasir Ris band. Whats more essential that, throughout this whole experience or phase should i say, we have strengthen friendships with each other, we have made new friends from Nan Chiau and CCS. We have worked together as a band and we have seen everyone's weaknesses and strengths. We will be there for one another because thats what family is all about. Yes, we will be sad and be forlorn but we will get over it sooner or later because no point feeling depressed forever, it wont do you any good but instead bring your self-esteem down. Theres so many events laid out for the band members in the future and no matter what, we have to look forward to it! We will help the 2011 members to achieve their dreams for the upcoming SYF. I really wanna thank Alifah, Chun Meng, Syazwani, the alumnis, the seniors, my batchmates, my juniors, teachers and most of all, both SIRS. Without SIR and teachers, I dont see the band being this successful, im serious. OK OK NI PART BIMBO! I LARVEEEEE YOU PASIR RIS BAAAAAND! AHHHHHHH!!! *screams like an ultimate B* Woohoo! *Makes peace sign*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg suddenly I miss SYF period. I miss all the night trainings, the hoo-hah ness, the horny jokes, the jokes that Sir used to tell us during training. Fuhhhhhhh, memories that will never be forgotten. Seriously, it was so awesome. And running around parade square with Alifah to supposedly increase our stamina was the BEST ever. Chun Meng being that irritating and annoying boy, woah, how I miss all that! Post SYF period has been extremely mundane. Seniors are like stepping down this coming fri. WAH, not ready you know! Im still not mentally prepared. Im not surprised if Im gonna shed a few tears or so or whatever. Seniors have been like awesomely amazing people. They were the ones who will be there for us and reprimanding us for having conflicts in band. Yeah, great people huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been shitty and whatever not. I love my class and the new ones but the old ones are turning into (fill in blanks). Backstabbing and betraying and bitching behind backs are just what they are. Yeah, I do sometimes bitch but not about my own friends you know. WOW. Im really impressed though that this is what they define friends as. But nevertheless, Im not gonna blow up or whatever. Im staying patient because staying calm is better then being angry. You get more pahala by staying calm because from what I have learnt in religious class, biarlah tuhan yang balasnya. Its not up to you to decide what the individual should get back. Its like youve known that person for so long and then suddenly, that individual reveals its true colours. I mean, that sucks right? You knew that person for so long and you have this mindset or impression on the individual and suddenly, that person is not who you thought he/she would be? Yessa, that feeling sucks. These impressions or mindsets are bad. Human beings, like me shouldnt be having mindsets because it'll only disappoint me and you. Okay Im not gonna brag about this because its revealing my sarcasm side and I swear, I hate my sarcasm attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAs are really troublesome. Ok maybe not but I find it ugh haha. Blame myself for last minute work. Tsk. Physics Chemistry A maths English Malay is done. Left with combined humans and E maths. E Maths, I do NOT want to flunk it because its just preposterous and BAD for me since I have flunked Phsyics A maths Chemistry, my god. Failed physics, again. AGAIN you know. Really depressing. Anyhoo, I have been texting ALOT lately which is bad! I dont like to text since this year but im starting my habit again (!!) I HATE IT I HATE IT! I dont want the bill to shoot up and to hear hours of naggings. No, it aint gonna happen. And again, my old habit is coming back again. Im addicted to Korean dramas again. SYIMAAAAAH (!!!) Reminiscing about primary school moments with bestf was awesome just now. It was full of laughter and joy. Yay tmr is 15th! Cannot wait cannot wait! Actually, Im just looking forward to what drama there will be tmr. Hyehyehye. Came back today to hear such abhorrent news and it left me like this -------&gt; OOOOOOOOOOO: Yeah, that expression. EXACTLY THE SAME. Guess I have to be independent for three days or more. Nah, im not fully prepared for all this. It is such a blow but also relieved because its good riddance you know! Im not sure on how to iron my clothes or wash my clothes, SHOOT. I saw a dead rat today when I went school with Zakiah. Should have seen her expression, priceless! Its just a freaking rat, bimbo. And bus 3 school rides is awesome because every morning, I will have to run down the slope to chase after bus number 3. -.- Yeah, exercising fuhhhhhhhh. And whenever I board the bus, Ill always see Zakiah's most-tak-perlu-burukest face ever! With her droopy eyes WAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Ameera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Syimah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss IZZA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Rosziati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Zakiah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Heryani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Syawani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Amirul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Farhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Haziq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Firdaus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Dayana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nazri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my art partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, you can tell me that they are still alive and living but nah, its just so different you know! But im adapting to changes. Changes that have been implemented in 2009, Im adapting myself to it. Im good at adapting you know! YAY. Ok I wanna go close windows, CHAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-3397406059103651349?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/3397406059103651349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=3397406059103651349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3397406059103651349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3397406059103651349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-bo-ha-to-ma-ta-re-la-re-la-oh.html' title='AM BO HA TO MA TA RE LA RE LA OH'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-2943644071302771109</id><published>2009-03-30T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:24:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey rocks owhaaaat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One. 5 things about the person who passed you this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Nazri and Dayana and Wanie)&lt;br /&gt;Nazri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Wah his like an amazing guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- He step cute (AH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- His one of the best senior around (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- His like my SIA partner. WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- He makes me laugh because his so kental!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- SHES MY BESTEST SENIOR EVER IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE, SUMPAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- She is the last minah on earth, serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Shes awesome (!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Shes not like any typical bimbo bitch you find in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- She dramamamamamamamamammama queeeeen wannabe tapi tak menjadi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- AHHH THIS GIRL VERY LOUD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Shes a bitch that I can count on whenever I feel like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Shes a great great great person, serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Shes perfect just the way she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- She has the most shrilly laugh ever. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ACTUALLY I CAN WRITE MORE THEN 5 THINGS FOR EACH OF THEM! Wooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q2 ~ When was the last time you talked to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nazri ; In the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wanie ; Last wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dayana ; In the afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q3 ~ What you like best about him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nazri ; His kental self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanie ; everything about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dayana ; every single shit thing about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q4 ~ What you most hate about him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nazri ; HIS SO MAT REP GITU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanie ; Particularly nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dayana ; HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM nothing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q5 ~ Given a choice will you be friends with him again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ALL ; YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH DUHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q6 ~ When is the the time you seen him before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- UHHHHH HUHHH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q7 ~ What is your relationship with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nazri ; Member gueeeeeeeee AKA SIA partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanie ; Sister lubbzxz (AH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dayana ; My annoying bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pass this quiz to him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Hasyimah&lt;br /&gt;* Amirul&lt;br /&gt;* Ameera&lt;br /&gt;* Zakiah&lt;br /&gt;* Syathirah&lt;br /&gt;* Haziq&lt;br /&gt;* Heng Yeow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q8 ~ Impression of the 7 above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hasyimah - MY BIGGEST HOTTEST BITCH EVER! *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amirul - My girlpwennnnnnnnn! *buat peace sign mcm kat princess hours*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ameera - My best frienddddddddddddddddd eva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zakiah - Bimbo partner (!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Syathirah - Secret secret msn partner eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haziq - Best guy friend UH (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heng Yeow - My lets-do-random-things physics partner! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q9 ~ What does 1 like to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q10 ~ What is 2 afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Birds (!!!!!) OMG HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q11 ~ What is 3 despo-ing of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Despo-ing of? I think she despo for mentos! O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q12 ~ Does 4 like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Noooo, she loves me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q13 ~ Do you like 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- YES DUH OBVIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q14 ~ A colour to describe 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- BLUEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q15 ~ Does 7 listen to you when you need a listening ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- He does occasionally, when his in the mood~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q16 ~ Who do you want to be with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Coco. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q17 ~ How many siblings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q18 ~ Are you a parent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Yeah but my child died because of ear cancer, my god. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q19 ~ Is your first kiss still with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Uhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont understand the question. Where got kiss with me?!?! HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q20 ~ How are you feeling now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Tired, sick, uhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q21 ~ Who did you last message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Zakiah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q22 ~ Do you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Maybe, hehehehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q23 ~ Whats your favourite show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Heroes/Gossip girls/90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q24 ~ Whats the last game you played?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Jamlegend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay im done doing the survey! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I think im gonna have a fever. I feel so feverish. BRRRRRRRR. I want to use socks but most of my socks are torn. I want to switch on the fan instead of air con but i dont like the sound the fan produced! It has this ke-tek ke-tek ke-tek nyut nyut sound. -.- I dont want to sleep because I still have chemistry to study! I dont want to turn off the computer because Im still chatting like crazy with Syathirah and Clive! I dont want to charge my phone because Im still in the midst of searching for pictures! I dont want to stop blogging because because because because ...... OK SHIT NO REASON. :/ Okay chiaozxzx! Shazzani, you better better better text me or msn me once you get your phone! I DONT LIKE HAVE THE BOOK AROUND WHEN YOUR SISTER NEEDS IT! 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Yay me! Happy you know! Another 8 more posts to 150! Weeeee. Lazy to upload pictures and besides, Im a lazy fag to upload it in my computer. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been a rough one, like really rough. But it has the nice ones too. Uhhhhhh whaaat?! NICE ONES?! Wrong word but whatever. Monday was like dsifjslidjlijaweliueesz. Ended up late. Shitty shitty ok! Mr C was like reprimanding me for being so irresponsible and whatever. And Mrs S was like 'Ill make you forget Korea' Oh wow, that made me feel better. -.- Expectations you know you know! So difficult. Had to stand there like some idiot. Fine it may be my fault but hey, I wont repeat it anymore. Nehmind, everything happens for a reason though. Band performance was seriously no comments? It wasnt as good as we always played in the band room. Yeah, cautious and careful is the perfect word to define it. I dont even feel the feeling when i play you know! The feeling was not present! :/ I felt so pissed at everything after that, no freaking idea why. Went back with Am and Ri and i felt so weird, really. But whatever. Reached back home, I felt like the whole world just came down on my shoulders. HAD LIKE A PRE HEART ATTACK OR SOMETHING! Found out that my cat was lost! -.- LOST YOU KNOW LOSTTT!!!! L-O-S-T!!!! Hectic and chaotic at my house, screaming for Coco. Sister was powderful, her voice was literally loud, echo-ing here and there. I searched around the whole neighbourhood for like 3 hours, and still to no avail. I EVEN TALKED TO A CAT AND ASK IT TO HELP ME FIND COCO. Call me crazy or insane, i dont care. I was doing whatever I could to find my boyf back. D: Talked to foreigners too ok! Scariest moment for that particular few minutes. Came back at around 8:30pm, feeling smelly, dirty, depressed, forlorn. MY GOD. Hell dude, HELL! Mom and sister cried and I didnt want to portray my weakness. Yeah, egoistic much? So, cried while finding for him and while I bathed. Poured out everything to Syimah and I swear, shes the bestest bitch I could ever come across in the whole universe. Hearts hearts hug hug youuu, syimz! At 12am or 12+ around there, heaven took over the hell part. Neighbour came ding-dong-ing at my house, claiming that my cat was there. -.- Hearing those words, I felt pissed and annoyed for the fact that I wasted my bloody 3 hours searching for Coco but grateful that his still alive and not missing or something! Hugged Coco like hardcore hug kinda thing. He looked traumatized, DUH. Yeah, now, you tell me what can define that particular day? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was awesome or whaaaat? I had fun in class, paying attention and at the same time, transmitting stuff to heng yeow through his tie! FUN ok! Melvin K was irritating the shit out of me, i swear. Melvin T act cute, as usual! -.- Elroy, noisy as ever. Mai Sheng, being the nice and the sweet. Gevin and Choong Kai, with their imaginary drumsticks and all. Clive, forever with his 'whaaat? *bang table* Not happy is it?' Luke, haiya, with his blur-ness and I just realised that his much more blurer then me! Phew. Florence, 24/7 calling me bimbo, with ethel too. Syathirah, non-stop smacking my back, pain ok! Vivien, so so so cute and all! Clarice, HAAHHAHAHAHA, HER HYPER-NESS IS LIKE WAAAAY OVER THEN MINE! Yay I (L) my class so mwachhhh! Its so united and its like one for all, all for one. I love the fact that Ive bonded with so many  people within 3 months and thats pretty fast ok! I dont really miss 2e7 but I only miss my babes and dudes, thats all and obviously, Miss Ho. *giggles* OOOPS but yeah, I prefer 3e7 better. Its more united you know you know! And we will try whatever we can to make the lesson exciting and enthusiastic like how the entrepreneur workshop went well. We knew the workshop is gonna be boring like !@#@#% but but we made it so fun and exciting and yeah, wooo, I loikeee it! Captains ball was like fuhlermak! TEAM SPIRIT KAPOWEH MANZ! Dayana and Jiayan non-stop screaming for 3e7 woohoo! I have to say 3E4 is superb and strong. Im so glad that they won! At least, they wont be look down for something! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was fast, I must say. Physics was the best lesson ever! With Hengyeow and Elroy and Syazana, they'll fill my hearts with laughter! (L)(L)(L)(L) YOU THREE! Workshop equals to hehehehehehe. The only part I loveeeeee building bridge for Mr Godzilla! Fun you know you know! I loveeeeeee going to Louisa and asking her for tape and she'll be pasting it at my whole arm! So amazing AHHHHH. Balloons bursting is the best thing ever. When it goes pop then everyones' eyes will be on you and then your group will go rolling on the floor laughing. I love doing that screeching sound on the balloon and observing dayana and ameera's reaction when they see me doing that! I love it when Clive talks malay. I love it when Ameera and Hengyeow are so engrossed in taping the rolls of newspapers and their hands will get BLACK. Its so dramatic and chaotic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was a plain day. Band was not that exciting too because there wasnt much enthusiasm during brass ensemble. Had like a one-to-one thing with Mr Pisit and heheheehe I so contented you know! First, got an another mouthpiece and it was better! The sound produced was better! It was trombone's one. :/ I paid attention in class during my 4 periods of maths. Well, 3/4 of it. AT LEAST I SUSTAINED MY FOCUS LEVEL YOU KNOW! So proud of myself! YAY! At night, the most weirdest and strangest and bizzare thing happened. It was so awkward, darn awkward. WOW. But whatever, it was the past, why bother bringing up the past right right? Hehehehuhuhuhahhahhahohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was such an annoying day. Found out that we cant go to towkay wayang but nvm, I told myself that everything happens for a reason though. Sectionals was fun, esp with Hui Xian. Felt so nauseous and weak but sectionals made my day. Thanks Alifah for accompanying me to GO for ointment oil. Ran around the parade square to build up my stamina before playing my eupho. Hui Xian said that St Patricks did that before playing and hahahaha it doesnt really work but yeah I realised that I have more air actually. [: Oh yea Mr Ng lent me another better eupho and I felt so weird using it! I miss my old one! D: But hence, the sound produced is obviously better but yeah I still have to adapt to the changeeee you know! Time baybeh! I LOVE NIGHT PRACTICE! It was so funny with Mr Ng around. Non-stop making funny faces and Sir was being so cute and all. HAHAHA. Awesome owhaaaaaaaaat?! So tired and found out that grandparents were at my house (!!!!) MISS THEM SO MWACHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was indescribable! Awang belanga was superb and awesome and exciting and stunning and amazing and sildfjslidfjliejr hilarious! It was like 24/7 laughing comedy or something! I could not control my laughter and I had to burst into laughters behind putra. Sorry if my laugh was so loud! D: IT WAS SO HILARIOUS! NA GA RO IT CHY BA WA! Wahhhhhhhhhhh kepoweh all of them! Congratulations actors and actresses! You guys were awesome! Sitting beside Zakiah is very annoying because she'll be laughing non-stop for hours or whatever and at times, she wont get it and she'll be portraying that constipated face like 'WHAT-THE-HELL-ARE-THEY-TALKING-ABOUT?' kinda thang. She finished my sweet some more! ): I DOWAN THE PLAY TO ENDDDDDDDDDDD! I swear it was worth it and it is only 5 bucks (!!!!!) Tell me how elated I am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK IM DONE BLOGGING ABOUT THE WEEK! Lets wait and be patient for more to come! And for once, I finished my A maths homework, Im proud of myself, arent you?! [: And ihiks ihiks is cool, you camel (!!!!!!!!!!) Hye hye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-8442237635263710106?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/8442237635263710106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=8442237635263710106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8442237635263710106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8442237635263710106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/03/trouble-as-friend.html' title='Trouble as a friend'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-6935356192214131544</id><published>2009-03-20T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:38:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehehehahahahhahaohohohohohuhuhuhuhu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I feel like doing a survey, so shut up okay! I find it cool anyway. hehehehehehehehhee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A-Amirul&lt;br /&gt;B-Bowen&lt;br /&gt;C-Coco&lt;br /&gt;D-Dayana&lt;br /&gt;E-Effa&lt;br /&gt;F-Farhan&lt;br /&gt;G-Germaine&lt;br /&gt;H-Heryani&lt;br /&gt;I-Izza.&lt;br /&gt;J-Jiayan&lt;br /&gt;K-Khalis.&lt;br /&gt;L-Larry&lt;br /&gt;M-Mai Sheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;N-Nurul Ameera&lt;br /&gt;O-Ogy.&lt;br /&gt;P-Putra.&lt;br /&gt;Q-Qamarul.&lt;br /&gt;R-Ricky.&lt;br /&gt;S-Syimah.&lt;br /&gt;T-Terry.&lt;br /&gt;U-Ursula.&lt;br /&gt;V-VAVAVUVU.&lt;br /&gt;W-Wanie.&lt;br /&gt;X-xian xun.&lt;br /&gt;Y-yassar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Z-Zakiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can R and S be together in BGR? (ricky &amp;amp; syimah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO because R is unavailable. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is L related to you? (larry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a retarded chemistry partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Y know Z? (yassar &amp;amp; zakiah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* YEAH GIRLFRIEND BOYFRIEND SOME MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If M betray you, will you kill him/her? (mai sheng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* not really, it depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If F steals your boyfriend, what will you do? (farhan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ILL FREAKING LAUGH MY ASS OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Z tells you him/her have a crush on you? (zakiah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* she already does. (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you and D get into a fight? (dayana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hmmmmmm NOOOO NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does P have a crush on? (putri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have no freaking idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If W calls you a bitch, what will you do? (wanie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hehehe she always does what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the relationship between you and E? (effa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* OMG MEMBERS LAH ABEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does C likes? (coco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uhhhh me? Who else? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is K's best friend? (khalis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dayanaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does L likes? (larry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Im not sure lehzx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does A live? (amirul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* somewhere in singapore, near meridian jc, freaking near to mobil or esso and oh! NEAR TO ELIAS MALL WHERE GOT MACS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you and I get into a fight before? (izza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hahahaha yeaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is H's best friend? (heryani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you say about X? (xian xun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* cute hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if J tells you him/her have a crush on you? (jiayan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She already does, for goodness sake! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your relationship with B? (Bowen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* primary school mates&lt;/span&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/131315033596299670-6935356192214131544?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/6935356192214131544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=6935356192214131544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6935356192214131544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6935356192214131544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/03/hehehehehahahahhahaohohohohohuhuhuhuhu.html' title='Hehehehehahahahhahaohohohohohuhuhuhuhu'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-2192831810421736646</id><published>2009-03-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:01:40.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7TH APRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sb_XWPow3zI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BnbPqX5R3lo/s1600-h/Photo+1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sb_XWPow3zI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BnbPqX5R3lo/s320/Photo+1223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314202862475075378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IDK WHATS WRONG WITH ME, I SWEAR. I have no freaking idea why I am blogging frequently nowadays. This is bad, extremely bad. This is absurd, absurd, absurd (!!!!!!!!) Someone give me a ding dong on my head, faster faster! AHHHHHHHHHH! Okay enough with dramamamaz. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway today had band. I didnt want to wake up early, but I knew I had no choice! D: I think I bonded with Davin. *giggles* Standard of excellence is so cute, omg, it makes me reminisce those sec 1 moments where Syazwani will clap for me, while Ashidah will practice for their SYF. Omg moments moments! [: And good luck Ameera Clive Suhaila Fawaa Shalihin Hamzi Danial and the rest whom idk, for your spec course! NPCC had camps and sec 1s were cute running around! Mrs Sim children were utterly adorable! Rupert placed a ballooon into the euphonium O: Khalis has a freaking pretty iTouch, i loikeeee! Dayana was being super high today hyehyehye. ^^ Suddenly, I miss Syathirah, no idea why, so happy that I could talk to her on MSN yay! Band in the afternoon, no Sirs came, so sad. D: I have to admit that me and alifah didnt really practice and we really regret doing so. BUT BUT BUT we did practice. BUT not that hard enough. Okay screw me for sucking in sentence structure. You get my point, do youuu? So Dany conducted the band and I swear, his Amazing! No doubt ok. Had bonding session w the band and I loveeee it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg 19 more days to SYF. Its freaking me out and exciting me out. WOW what english I have. Im like lidjfilsjfa;isf because of the outcome and Im ~!##$#$!@# because I want to have fun on that particular day hehehehe. Alamak I have been wasting money on mentos-es okay! Ive been wasting like 80 cents on mentos almost every single day! D: This is bad, this is not acceptable! I cannot take it any longer! All my 80 cents gone to mentos-es. Wahhhh, what a sacrifice. HOMAGOD. Its already tuesday and only like 5 more days till school starts again! And oh shiatzx, I havent even start homework, excluding malay! SHOOT. I seriously need to go find a spade, like really. Oh yes, I managed to minimise my fart today and Im so proud of myself! I actually controlled it by pressing my stomach during band and yes, my stomach hurts but who cares? At least it doesnt smells! {: Yay I feel like treating my stomach to ice-cream but Ive had enough of mentos-es already. Wani gave us a HUGE something and I was at a loss of words. I was appalled by the things that she give, really. If only I could meet her and give her my killer hug, that would be heaven (!!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love reading past conversations on MSN. Seriously, it rocks your up down centre left right whatever. You should try. You'll prolly end up laughing your hearts out or tearing because you miss those great moments that you have encountered with whoever youre chatting. Yeah okay fine im actually talking about me again. So many convos make me go gsgdfgdgo;k12!@# !! Like woah, if only I could stop time and bring it back hehehe that would be awesome too but then again, talking about the past wont change anything. Its already the past, why bother bringing it up again? Look forward is what people say and I say yeah! Must think positive! POSITIVITY! Amirul is still not back from batam, shit him. I have 1001 things to tell him hehehehe. AMEERA HOW ARE WE GOING TO DO OUR MALAY AND ENGLISH WHEN YOU HAVE SPEC COURSE?! DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: I hate brocolli they look like bushes. Ew. Tommorow going out to downtown yay! Watching race to witch mountain so excited like homagodzx! [: And I finally watched slumdog millionaire so fun you know! The movie is interesting, really. No doubt it won so many awards! Hands freezing like ice already. Cant type properly! TSK. Okay chiao. 1:00AM already. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-2192831810421736646?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/2192831810421736646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=2192831810421736646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2192831810421736646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2192831810421736646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/03/7th-april.html' title='7TH APRIL'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sb_XWPow3zI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BnbPqX5R3lo/s72-c/Photo+1223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-5450761968978200613</id><published>2009-03-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:14:04.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just follow law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sb0lkYzHwzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l777Bi72uPQ/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sb0lkYzHwzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l777Bi72uPQ/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313444442429440818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay see that faggot there. Yeah, webcammed w him just now and I cannot stop laughing at his face. You see lah his freaking comical face. One look at his face and you'll just go into fits of laughter! I dont like my computer. I envy my sister having the new version of this computer. I can only have limited icons in my computer (!!!!) Do you know how agitated I am? Pfft. Showed my mom results already and Im so glad that we had a heart-to-heart talk! I told her about my weaknesses in the various subjects and yea, she did scold me but I knew it was for my own good yay! And omg I heard some heartbreaking news and it sucks bigtime, really. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house alarm went off because my mom burnt murtabak. Cute or whaaaaat?!? Ameera told me about princess on ice and I regretted not going, tsk. I want to go bowling with cousins one day but I know I cant because March hols is not March hols. I suddenly miss Heryani and Marie, badly. Prolly because we have not been talking that much. I miss Johan and his kuhdkudhfskudf voice, O: I want to call Syimah but idk when is the perfect timing! I just realised that haickel had a blog. -.- I dont like the new msn because it has the ding ding sound when someone sends me an instant message and I tried everything to remove the sound but to no avail and that pisses me off. :/ Im contented that i have a new mouse which can scroll up and down! *squeals* MS has been an awesome MSN entertainer to me and I love my E7 msn convos. They certainly lighten up my day without fail. (hehehehhe) I have this sudden urge to go on a movie marathon w my girlfriends but i know i cant since now its not playing time but catching-up-with-your-studies time. TSK. I cannot wait for next saturday, watching my friends act yay! I realised that I havent start on hwk yet and Im digging my own grave by not starting. I have not been doing yoga frequently, which is baaaaad. I have not been eating bananas regularly which is SO NOT MYSELF. And hehehehe, I suddenly realised that Ive been writing things that is freakingly random and you people will go 'tak tanya punnnn'. Ooooooooooopsies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIT I FORGOT TO WISH HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO HERYANI AND SYAZWANI AND HUI XIAN! &lt;333333333333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-5450761968978200613?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/5450761968978200613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=5450761968978200613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/5450761968978200613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/5450761968978200613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-follow-law.html' title='Just follow law'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/Sb0lkYzHwzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l777Bi72uPQ/s72-c/DSC00810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-6544923454198765111</id><published>2009-03-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:30:28.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>678 triple 98212</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SbysEqKlfgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x3F6jmaJ3hM/s1600-h/Photo+1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SbysEqKlfgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x3F6jmaJ3hM/s320/Photo+1236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313310856428486146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I changed my blogskin, no idea why. I felt like it, so yeah, I FELT LIKE IT! But I think its temporary. Im not sure. Depends on my mooooooods~ Hua3. I hate my stupid ulcers in my mouth. They are killing me. I wish im a panadol. I wanna kill those virus when I enter someone's mouth. I wanna have a war with viruses. They are bitches on earth who cause misery to peoples' lifes! Omgee. I dont like dont like dont like! I dont think March holidays is holiday for me. Almost the whole week, im occupied with CCA. Tomorrow Im already going to cycle to Ubin (!!!!!!!) [: I AM SO EXCITED! Yes, cycling all the way to ubin. How awesome is thaaaaaat, you tell me?! Woohoo! And what else? Tues, thurs, fri, I have BAND! Intense drilling, CONFIRM. Weds, free, family time i suppose. :/ Saturday, GPA! Oh shit, banners syimah banners! Sunday homework time. YEAH TELL ME ABOUT LAST MINUTE. Today, studying dynamics! Yea, shut up ok. And Amirul, take care when youre at Batam! Got alot of girls you can go grugalaga there. (hehehehehhe)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay Im sorry that things are different for us lately. Youre the one whos making it difficult for the both of us. You have your own friends. Oh wait, you have your ONE AND ONLY FRIEND so what am i suppose to do? Interfere into your personal affairs and come in between the both of you? Uh no, I have my own life to lead to and you have yours to lead also. And there you go accusing me and blaming me, telling me that im the one always w the others. Hello, what am i supposed to do? Whenever I see you, youre always with your special friend. I dont like interfering into peoples' privacy and furthermore, I dont want it to be awkward. Yes, I miss those old times but what can the both of us do, you tell me? We are just clearly complaining that we want things to be back as per normal but we know that it wont so... why still complain? -.- Im sick and tired of having to listen to you accusing me of this whole thang and blaming me like as if Im at fault. Nehmind, patience is what I need right now. No, i need my banana. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-6544923454198765111?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/6544923454198765111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=6544923454198765111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6544923454198765111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6544923454198765111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/03/678-triple-98212.html' title='678 triple 98212'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SbysEqKlfgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x3F6jmaJ3hM/s72-c/Photo+1236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-352823892193608773</id><published>2009-03-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:40:07.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything under the Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SbqaY2EM0kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qQ6NKFoMlEU/s1600-h/Photo+1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SbqaY2EM0kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qQ6NKFoMlEU/s320/Photo+1160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312728462057591362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I think that its been decades since Ive been updating! D: And now im gonna update! But its not gonna be a lengthy post that you have ALWAYS, and i stress the word ALWAYS been reading. (hehehehaha) So yeah, its not gonna be lengthy nor shorty. Its gonna be you knowwww, in the medium thereeee. But then again, Im not that sure though how long this post is gonna be. I cant just go predicting the future. HAHA BUT IT'LL BE LIKE SO COOL IF I CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE. Who doesnt want manz? (: OKAY SCREW ME. I forgot my blogging techniques. -.- Anywayyyyy, school has been so pressurizing but w the help of my peers, I managed to you knowwww, stay patient and yea, w the help of religious classes too, Ive learnt that god loves patient people! (YAY!) POKER FACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ Okay sorry sidetrack sikit. Im like addicted to that song currently and it sucks you know, being hooked onto something. TSK. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah where was I? Oh yes, SCHOOL. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm school is defined in such a way that it cannot be defined. Okay make sense? No? Its like school is indescribable you knowwwww. All the changes that I have to adapt. Im not sure if I still can sustain the energy that I already have to adapt to these whole major changes. Positive plus negative changes have been implemented in this year. It sucks, yes but it rocks too. Yeah, its a balance you know.  Changes in terms of studies. Having known the subjects combinations that you gonna take upon the streaming results, you were ecstatic like as if money was falling from the sky. Little did you realise that it was not what you think it was. Yeah I hate those kind of feelings. Where you were contented w something because you knew that it sounds interesting and whatever shit but in the end, you realised that it was just shitty and not worth it. Okay fine actually im pointing this whole issue to me. It was like euphoria getting into 3E7, taking history. BUT WOAH I WAS SO WRONG. I think I assumed that A maths and all is gonna be so intriguing but HAHAHAHHAHA BOY was I wrong. I didnt know that its gonna be this tough. A maths is killing me slowly, day by day. Making me suffer a terribly painful death. Okay no emo. Physics is interesting but its quite difficult to comprehend the informations and calculations. Chemistry, no offence, but its freaking boring but the lessons are seriously Awesome because of my biatch Larry Melvin K and Luke. Combined humans is seriously fascinating esp w Mdm M's voice but I have no idea why I keep failing in it. Depressing ok! Higher Malay has been really boring lately because its mostly drilling but I cant really blame the boring-ness because whaaaat? WE ARE TAKING Os THIS YEAR. HMT Os. OMGEE. This year ok. Its like freaking this year, in november. And you know TIME whaaat, darn fast. Close open close open eyes and bam! Its already November and before you knew it, Im already placing my butt on one of the chairs in the examination hall and what stood in front of me whats a booklet, with the heading, 'HIGHER MOTHER TOUNGUE O LEVEL.' My god, yeah, I feel the tension and anxiety enshrouding my bodaye already. But no, Ill stay positive no matter what. Thats my motto since born. THINK POSITIVE! Yeah, thinking positive maybe the wrong way to do it but hell, to me, staying positive wont make me feel like as if the whole world is on my head and yeah, Ill try to find a way out of that challenge but at least, I wont find a way out of that challenge with images of the word STRESS haunting me 24/7. Get what I mean? Yeah, think positive and stay strong, these are the two essential things I need to stay calm and serene. (HAHA) So, therefore, I can say that school, in terms of studies, has been like a whole new change for me. Im not really certain if its positive or negative but i think its stuck in between. I get to gain new knowledge and also, fail subjects. -.- Mr L has been cool and lame lately. Yeah, thats what that makes the Physics lessons AWESOME esp if youre blessed with group members like Heng Yeow Syazana and Elroy. And wearing ties is cool ok, dont play play! [: We are special, take that you human beings! I cannot wait for June. KOREA. Meeting Ji Won again will be like heaven (!!!!!!) Yay, im gleaming with joy already! *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SYF is drawing near already. Its like only 20 more days to that particular moment! Oooooohhhhhh, I feeeel everything now. A variety of feelings and emotions are developing in me! They are growing in me, ready to just burst out! Band has been different lately. D: I miss the seniors terribly, really really. Today, when I saw Shaun, hell shit, Vivala moments came running back to my mind, entering it and never wanting to escape. Just wanna remain in there forever. One particular person that appeared in my mind was none other then Syazwani. My god, I miss her like seriously MISS ok! Its like eternity miss kinda thing. I really hope that she could come down and see us play because I swear, whatever im doing now, in band, Im doing it for two people. ME AND SYAZWANI. I want to keep my promise to her, which is that eventhough she steps down, the euphonium section must still stay strong as one and play as one. And yes, I want to prove to her that I keep to my promise no matter what. Wahhhh Miss Tears want to flow down my cheeks already. D: TISSUE PLEASE. (hehehehahhaahhauhuhuh) And omgeeeee, this year investiture, Sec 3s planning the whole thangggg~ And wow, we, sec 3s are planning the investiture for the sec 4s to graduate. Its so weird, ill be like so emotional while preparing for the event! D: Its like we are preparing something sad to happen. SO HEARTBREAKING RIGHT?! And awesome people like Dany Haqem Naufal Syahirah Nazri Juoyan Qian Hao Shahin James are graduating, WOW. WOWWWW. I cannot imagine the mixed emotions thats gonna be portrayed by everyone on that particular day. Already when the 08 batch graduated, I was really feeling all miserable. Imagine the 09 batch graduating! Double the sad-ness. Its gonna be so melancholy okay. D: Okay no, think positive! (smiles) Positive change or negative? NEGATIVE, yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendships. Hahahahahhahaha I find that word funny. Its really hard to define friendship. Maybe because Ive been through so much friendships that I have so many meanings of friendship. Im not sure which is the ideal meaning. Ive gained new amazing friends like Clive Mai Sheng Melvin T Heng Yeow Melvin K Luke Choong Kai Gavin Ethel Jiayan Florence Syathirah Vivien Larry Aaron Phay Kang Teck Hui Germaine. And since I have been mixing them quite often in class, Ive been speaking chinese like lately. -.- When people ask me something ill be going like IDK in chinese or NO or YES. (hahahhaa) TELL ME ABOUT IT. And yeah, positive change, obviously. However, the friendships that I have already conquered with my fellow dearest friends are drifting apart. Its sad, really. Yeah, the word FRIENDS is still present in that friendship but in terms of the RELATIONSHIP itself, its more to the acquaintance category. Its really heartbreaking and I think what causing it is the misunderstandings and the hectic schedule that we have. D: All the promises that we have made in these friendships are just promises but no action is acting upon it to make that promise to like be wujud. Like still present. STILL ALIVEEEE~ I have been really patient with so many things lately and Im really grateful that Im still staying patient till now. Im glad that i dont blow up easily nowdays but instead when people tell me that its irritating, ill just shut up and not argue back because I know, theres no point arguing. Yeah, I have been patient with all these  for like almost 3 months and Im still gonna stay patient till forever. Dont think Im up to it? Bring it onnnnnnnnn~ I miss Raven, really really really. I have been praying for her day and night to let god protect her from danger no matter what. And im not sure whether its coincidence or anything but I prayed that she will return to sch ASAP and during malay lessons, Cikgu H told us that MAYBE shes returning back. (!!!!!!!!!) I love Syimah Zakiah Izza Ameera Rosziati so much for keeping true to our promise that we'll be friends for eternity no matter what shit we will be going through. And I love Dayana for being the bestest human being on earth who will just sit there and listen to me talk like theres no tmr. Woohoo! Oh I want to have a study group. Amirul is essential to be in it no matter what. Must study study! Push it push it to the limit limit cause we're in it to win it, in it to win it ok! OMG SEC ONE MOMENTS. Band investiture. We were powderful okayzxs. In conclusion, I would like to conclude and wrap up this mauduk that I assume that Sec 3 life is gonna be hectic and rushing but at the same time, its gonna be interesting and whatever challenges that will surface from this whole phase, I know that Im mentally prepared to face it and stay positive! *cheers* 8D&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/131315033596299670-352823892193608773?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/352823892193608773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=352823892193608773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/352823892193608773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/352823892193608773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-under-sun.html' title='Everything under the Sun.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SbqaY2EM0kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qQ6NKFoMlEU/s72-c/Photo+1160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-9102092596923531220</id><published>2009-02-23T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:23:59.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.</title><content type='html'>Omg Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a farting disorder or breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;I have to control them but I cant! Ive been letting them out constantly! D:&lt;br /&gt;My god, is it stress or depression?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;Okay Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-9102092596923531220?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/9102092596923531220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=9102092596923531220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/9102092596923531220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/9102092596923531220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/02/ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.html' title='FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-5761676329462665560</id><published>2009-02-12T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:21:36.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not worth pondering.</title><content type='html'>IM BACK!! *Screams* OMG IM ACTUALLY BLOGGING! Yay, Im proud of myself. Arent you? Like finally, after all the requests and begs, Im finally making up my decision to blog! Phew Im proud, real proud. And when you just abandon your blog for months, there this tendency to stop blogging, believe me BUT nope, Im not gonna be those quitters. (: Im gonna blog! Woah, yes, about CAMP. Sec 3 camp was ________. Im still searching for the right word in the dictionary to put it there. Because really, I have no adjectives or whatever to put there. Sec 3 camp was just __________. Seeeee, I have no freaking idea what to put there. Yes, Im gonna squeeze in every detail or every juicy shit in here about Sec 3 Camp. Bear with me, please. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LALALALALALALALALALALALA, DAY ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma sent me to school. Sister hugged me like as if Im gonna migrate. -.- Its kinda weird actually cause from what I know, I hate her because shes a bitch. But I love her because shes like the coolest p5 Ive ever met, among her friends or among any p5s I know. Hehez. Dad kissed me and hugged and told me to take care of myself during kayak-ing. The moment he said that particular word, KAYAK-ING, butterflies were crawling up in my stomach. No, dragonflies. ): I was literally complaining to everyone or in fact, I was asking every one of my seniors regarding sharks and piranhas and BEARS in the campsite and drowning in the sea. -.- Yes, tell me about being paranoid. Naufal was being a bitch and telling me that the instructors will capsize the kayak no matter what. I actually had this image of me drowning and me dying in the sea. And I said my thank yous to my mom and all. Like you know, the speech before you die or whatever, thanking everyone. Yea, all because of Naufal. I swear I was really complaining like some grandma complaining that she wants plain water instead of cold water. Amirul made me feel better by saying that he will pray for me. (THANK YOU DUDE) Haziq made me waaaaay better by asking me to trust him that I wont die. Hasyimah know how I felt and she too was complaining too, but not that bad as me. Yay I (L) you people! Mr C was being a total 2#!@#!@#!@%!#!@# before the march. He was literally shouting here and there like as if we were deaf or whatsoever. It annoys me like hardcore and I was talking to myself all the way. No, I was angry with him by talking to myself all the way. Mr Lw was being a bimbo, I swear. Looks, yes. Brains, HAHAHA. Oooops. Was asked to surrender Hps and wallets and they will be kept in the staff room. Was shocked to see Arini as one of the instructors! Yay! She so pretty, hahahaha. Khalis told me that his second cousin was also the instructor and his name is also Khalis. Woah, coincidence much? Our instructor's name is fishcake. Cute or whaaaaaat? 3E7 was being the most enthusiastic class ever, I swear. I have never met a class this energetic and hyper before (!!!!!) Yay I hearts 3E7. No regrets while Im in this class. Vivien Ameera Dayana Yassar Choong Kai Larry Me were singing like there was no tommorow. Despite being so lethargic, we really sang and I mean really sang. Heck care to classes who discriminate us because as far as we know, our class was not dull as theirs (!!) You go 3E7! Even the E6 instructor loveeeeeeee us! And by just singing, I know that there was only one word to define everything. BONDING. *screams* Its an 8km walk and from what I feel, I dont feel the 8km walk at all because of the singing. I felt that it was shorter although there were blisters that were forming on my leg. Stupid shoe, ugh. Felt quite sad actually cause Haziq couldnt walk w us. ): TSK. The last checkpoint, I felt the adrenaline rush in me. I felt so hyper and led E7 w the guys. I felt sad and worried like shit for Ameera because she was so quiet. DDDDD: So heartbreaking okayzxs. Reached the place at around 12. Seriously, that was fast. :O Saw our bunks and me ameera dayana regretted sleeping at the end because of the people that were opposite us. But thank god when they told us that we will be changing bunks. Phew. [: While waiting, Aaron told us about conservative and not conservative guys and the differences. How awesomeeeee is that? And marriage. Woah, he really sounds experienced. Yay I sayang bonding w 3e7 budak budak. General station was awesome lah kay! I SWEAR IT WAS TEAM WORKING AND WHATEVER TEAM BUILDING FRIENDSHIP BUILDING AND BONDING AND BLAH BLAH THAT HAS THE MEANING OF WORKING TOGETHER (!!!!!) The the the first game was just effing awesome. We had to stand on this small space and squeeze altogether! EVERYONE WAS HUGGING AND HOLDING ON TO EACH OTHER! Man, this is what I call team spirit. *Does that team spirit thing with Melvin HY Am Dayak* The nitro thing was cool and embarassing at the same time but heck, no one freaking cares. Swung to the other side like some Tarzan. *giggles* Mr Lw had to support everyone and when he swung in the end, no one supported him! Campfire prep was so tiring and annoying but fun. I seriously learnt to be patient, like really. I learnt how to control my anger management. Yay I learnt so many things! Screamed here and there and I thought I was about to lose my voice! ): We planned like super huge mega things but in the end, nahhh, we didnt do that. IN THE END, WE DID THIS IMPROMPTU THING AND HELL SHIT IT WAS AWESOMEEEEEE~ I wont tell you what it is, just wait for me to blog about the second day! :D Had a sing along session at night. The campfire I/Cs were being so cute and all. Did friendship dance and they called people up! (: Called Dayak out and she asked us to follow her! Yay. I did friendship dance w so many people IDK! Joceline Ameera Hakeem Some Chinese Guy and many more! Woohoo. Anyway, at night, slept in Bunk B. (hehehe) Was so excited and kanchong. Chose places that were not infront of certain people! Yeah, bitchy but hey, its better that way. Slept in between Dayak and Meera and hehehehehe, it is so funny watching Meera sleeping. Cute gila babz. Dayak and me had difficulty sleeping on the first day. Ended up chit chatting for a short while and laughing over text messages and being pissed over the loud sound of the aeroplanes. My god, I swear, every one hour, there'll be aeroplanes landing. DO YOU KNOW HOW ANNOYING IT IS?! Youre sleeping soundly, dreaming of money or rainbows and bam boom ke-tak-dush, comes an aeroplane every hour. Really disturbing. My back was being a whore, not able to cooperate with me in sleeping soundly. Stupid backbone. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOHOHOHOHO SECOND DAYYYYYYYYYY (!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, bathed like some ultra professional super speed bather! First time bathing this fast and yea, Im glad I achieved that two minutes bath. WAS SO CONTENTED FOR THE HIGH ELEMENTS. Was so freaking out for kayaking. *bites nails* The thought of kayak-ing and capsizing made me lurched and made my tummy had this tight contracting feeling that enables myself to have stomach ache. TSK. So depressing. I was seriously depressed over stupid kayak-ing. Clive made me laugh with the thought of insurance if i were to die and yea, he assured me that there is a 1/10000000000 chance of having sharks. Amazingly hilarious, could not stop laughing my butt off! Yay I built new friendships, I like! So, did the CRC first. Grouped up with Dayak Meera Yazsar Syaz Nazihah. Arini told me like alot of stuffs about this camp and yea, totally agree w you girl! The first station was fun and kind of easy. The male instructor was being so syiok sendiri, like really. 8D Second station was the log walking thing. I HAD ALOT OF FUN LAUGHING MY BUTTS OFF LOOKING AT HOW PEOPLE WALK UP THERE! Esp Yazsar. Cute ah! Instructor was making him the laughing stock by commenting about the girls walking with one hand! Didnt had time to do the jumping off and grabbing that bar or whatever. ): Had to go to the abseiling station. The instructor was being downright fierce. Scary, really. And observing how people went down, I was terrified but guess what? I MADE MY WAY UP THERE MAN! Yay me! And it wasnt that frightening. In fact, it was a good experience! Macam best gitu~ Ameera was obviously the first woman to go up there, duh. I salute her man. I WAS FEELING SO MELANCHOLY BECAUSE MY GROUP COULD NOT GO UP THE FLYING FOX! How sad is that you tell me?!?! YOU TELL ME HOW SAD IS THAT!!! HOW DEPRESSING AND HOW HEARTBREAKING IS THAT?!??! DDDDD: Then right, we had to stop doing the high elements and the CRC due to limited amount of time. Skip lunch and shit, it was kayaking time now. OMGEE. I wasnt exactly showing my paranoid-ness or my panicking syndrome or my depression but in fact, I was really screaming and crying my heart out inside. ): Did not pay much attention to the briefing because I was haunted by disturbing scenes in my head and darn it, they could not disappear. Had to partner up w a guy and HY was my partner! (YAY) Ameera was happy that she got Gavin, obviously. *giggles* Instructor (shit i forgot his name!) has only one word in his dictionary which is Ice Cream. -.- People who were blur and dumb blonde, like me, were called Ice Cream. Kept telling him that we were cupcakes but he wouldnt want to listen. Tsk. Argued w him over PSLE marks. -.- YEAH, PSLE MARKS. And was so surprised that he got higher then me. WAS MUCH MORE SURPRISED THAT HE HE IS WORKING AS A LAWYER AND HE IS GETTING MARRIED! I think his the best instructor ever~ Sat in the Kayak and homagod my heart was beating darn fast. Like as if it was skipping beats! My heart felt like it was about to drop out and fall into the sea. 8O And bam, my kayak was already out in the sea. Me and HY were panicking. No, I was panicking. He was being so calm and composed. -.- Had to raft up and we were like drifting apart from the rest. TSK. When we cannot gather with the rest, Ill be ending up laughing non stop and screaming and laughing until HY will follow suit. I swear we were the perfect partners manz! We worked together like homagod. Saying LEFT RIGHT L R L R L R ALL THE WAY! No more voice liao. ): And he knocked my head w the paddle for like a freaking four times. And yes, he was being so nice and caring! Yay HY is so awesome like that yo. Arms were aching like shit but nah, I persevered all the way and endured! Syathirah and Faris ended up sick. ): Kesian. ): AND GUESS WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?! From me being that wimp and doofus whose afraid there will be sharks and piranhas and whos terrified of dying in the ocean because I thought that the life jacket wont be having enough air in it or whose petrified that I will drown when the boat capsize, MY KAYAK CAME IN FIRST WHEN GOING BACK OKAY! We were fast, like super fast! Yay. Eventhough we suck at rafting up and we will have to make a U turn or although we do not know how to back paddle or eventhough we were one the last to move when breaking and separating from the others after rafting up, we were the first! Was so proud of HY and me! That determination and perseverance that me and HY possess was just indescribable! We are no longer ice creams okay! We are chocolate and vanilla muffins, take that ! And Meera and G make a cute couple. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;) Dayak and CK was just so compatible, hehehehe. Overcoming my fear was just euphoria. Xie Xie Ni, HY, for particularly everything! I sayang kayaking w you!!!! Yay us. Helped the rest move the kayaks over to the other end since no one wants to do it. -.- Eyes were being a bitch since there was so much saltwater in my eyes and they were being a pain in the ass. ): Arms were aching like 1001 times much more worser then before. I could see my muscles protruding out. Okay exaggerating but really, my muscles were so hard. o_O Dayana felt the same way too. My stomach had muscle cramps too and my back was being a slut. Tsk. Its so hard to communicate w these body parts (!!) Had like a gathering just before the campfire and omg I (L) HANCUTECHO! They were so adorable! And finally, I knew who was Khalis, CHO. -.- We could not stop laughing at all of them esp BEAR, like really. Hilarious I tell you. Stomachs of everyone were hurting because of their crazy-ness (!!!) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Typing this is also making me laugh as I reminisce back those amusing moments. C A M P F I R E S O N G ! 8 CLAPS, TO YOUR RIGHT! CLAP, WOO WOO WOO. POM POM PA YE AH YE AH POM PA PI YO, EH! HAHAHAHAHAHHAA. Charlie, oi! Had this volume check competition and Bear was in charge of us! AHHHH. It was so chaotic and hectic, I like! The period where Sec 3s were suppose to assemble before campfire, pisses me off to the ultimate core. Like really. I dont want to say who or whatever because blogs are not meant for insults and discriminations. Dayak had to shout like shit so that people will cooperate w us and no, they still wouldnt listen! Wow, amazing or what? Say nicely already, still dont want to listen. Like what my friend said, you all are SPECIAL. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;) And then what else? Stare like as if you've never seen people angry before. WOW. Shouts and arguments and vulgar language was spit out everyone. Not a nice atmosphere in the end, really. D: But whatever, our aim is to enjoy the campfire! CAMPFIRE WAS CUTE AND AWESOME, esp w the performances! A3 and E5 performance was seriously cute although I do not understand! My class was somehow uncertain on what we are supposed, like really. And we did not exactly prepare it properly! We were the second last class to perform so yeah, we were still confused on what we are supposed to do. THEN BOOM, it was our turn! We were somehow panicking, again, Im the most panicking one. And yeah, we did our rhythm and blah blah blah, Yazsar did his beatboxing and Mr Lw did his freestyle and hell shit, it was so successful! Our unity as a class was showcased to everyone and surprisingly, the teachers love our class. (according to Mr Lw) Yay 3E7! You go E7! It was really awesome, I swear. It was such a impromptu performance with us being so puzzled w what is gonna come next but our class spirit took over the whole thing! Teachers claim our class to be bubbly and yessa, I totally agree! I mean, during march, whose class is so hyper? 3E7! During campfire prep, whose class was laughing non-stop? 3E7. Whose class was the most enthusiastic during kayak-ing? 3E7! Whose class was the most cooperative during general stations? 3E7! Yay 3E7! Not that Im being so stuck up about my class but really, im infinity proud of 3E7. I (L)(L)(L) 3E7 okay! So far, so good. Im loving my class so much now, and yes, im proud and thankful and relieved that Im in 3E7! AND I LOVE OUR TEACHERS! Special credits go to Mr L and Mr Lw. Mr L bought for us 100 plus drinks because he claimed that we showed class spirit! Mr Lw bought for us green tea and chocolate chips and oreooooooooooooooooo~ Yay. Did reflections and seriously, I have so much to say on this day! Florence Dayak Meera Me volunteered to help Instructor C tabulate some stuff and I dont regret a single bit volunteering okay! Okay now im laughing to myself. Yessa, we worked together as a girls team and we laughed non-stop because we were so cool and lame okay! CUTE is the perfect word! Serious like for a few seconds and then, we will laugh non-stop. FLORENCE WAS BEING SO CUTE LAH! We were all so sleepy and we calculated wrongly and all. Hehehehe. Yay all of us bonded together! Cannot sleep because our eyes were open, duh. -.- Packed abit before going to sleep and we observed how people sleep. It was hilarious and Dayak and Meera said that people were clapping their hands when they were sleeping! CUTE OR WHAAAAAAT?! I didnt exactly sleep soundly because of my stupid aching arms and my bitchy aching back, tsk. D: It was hot that night, to add to it. Haiya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOOOOOOOO THIRD AND LAST DAAAAAAAAAAY. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, packed everything, inspected the bunk for anything that is left behind and off we set to assemble. Time is seriously fast. At first, I was complaining on how this camp suck and my p5 camp was better and then I was so happy that my class is awesome and then that 3D 2N was over. I had this mindset that third day was gonna be shitty because it will only be area cleaning and nothing else but nah, it turned out alright. Mr C was lecturing us again and someone just had to use her hp at the wrong time, tsk. ): E7 area cleaning was at the kayaking area. We had to sweep the sand away. And really, there were so many litter there! Aaron said that Ameera and me will make good housewives when time comes! Yay first time someone complimented me that I will be a good housewife! Yippeeeee. And idk how or when or whatever but somehow, Melvin HY Ameera and me started talking about farts since I was complaining all the way that I needed to fart but I was controlling it. AND HOMAGOD, from just me declaring that I want to fart to asthma attacks to pollution to kayaking! Seeeeeee, we are cool or whaaaaaaat you tell me? And they were all relating everything I do to my fart. Like how if I play PE, I do not need to jump to shoot my basketball in. Ill just need my fart to boooom it in! And sound effects that they made were hilarious lah! These little things led to bonding which eventually leads to a whole new friendship. ANDDDD IM THE POOOP GIRL~ They were conveying to others on how strong and powerful my fart is! HAHAHA. And I think we were having a farting talk session or what. Man I love these awesome people! In conclusion, wo ai ni Mr Lw and Mr L for the trouble they went to buy us tidbits and all which no class would get. Wo ai ni Instructor chloe for enduring with us because we were being irritating and annoying people who wont stop closing our mouths. Most of all, a big big huge mega super giga (L) to 3E7 human beings because w/o all of you, I dont think I would be smiling or going crazy during camp. W/o you people, I dont think I would stay happy and contented during camp. Because of class spirit, we endured every single hardship that we went through, be it scolding or lecturing from instructors or teachers, we went through them altogether, one for all, all for one! Yay 3E7 (!!!!!!!!) Because of you all lah, this camp had been a really really really memorable yet tiring experience for me. I HEARTS HEARTS YOU ALL LEHZXS! *hug hug kiss kiss* &lt;3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-5761676329462665560?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/5761676329462665560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=5761676329462665560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/5761676329462665560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/5761676329462665560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-worth-pondering.html' title='Its not worth pondering.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-2443325634092786942</id><published>2009-01-22T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:24:46.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwak Ji Won. &lt;33333333</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SXi51hFinfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ycOR03eGSas/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SXi51hFinfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ycOR03eGSas/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294185691039833586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS A HAPPY LADAYE FROM THE 15 JAN TO THE 20 JAN. I dont think I need anything else to make me feel contented. Those days were just one of the best days in my life, like really. I could not care less about anything else except that whole experience. I miss the Koreans, so much, terribly much. Thank god we are still in contact. I miss you, Kwak Ji Won, hell much. D: I miss one card and staring game. MY GOD, PASIRIANS BOND LIKE SHIT BECAUSE OF THE KOREANS. Thanks Koreans, for everything. 5 OF US, one big happy family. Shalihin, the funniest. Hamzi, the most serious. Luqman, the most fiercest. Ameera, the most kental. (HEHEHE) I love you, the four of you, really really. Thank you so much for practically everything. Now, im looking forward to June, for every single moment that we are going to go through together. Work hard in everything and before all of us knew it, June arrived and BAM! We are off to Korea! I cant wait, really really. Just these 5 days, we are like paper and glue, what about another week in Korea? YAY! Lets all think positive and yes, we will need a day or two, or maybe forever to get over this awesome experience and adapt to the usual routine but hey, we will have to look forward of this year and make the best of it! Yes, cry cry cry sad sad sad but happy happy happy because of each other. We have each other, and we know that, right? YAY YAY YAY! Ji Won, you better wait for me in Korea and nothing should happen to you! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I think im going to update when i have the mood to do so or when im not that busy. Missed alot of lessons and yes, I have to catch up to attain good results. So yes, eventhough im blogging, i will only be blogging about the 5 days, nothing else. So, choose wisely. (Hehehe) And, seriously, I cannot be bothered with anything else except for my studies. Everything else is seriously not my priority right now. Studies, FIRST. So, I cannot be bothered to argue about anything else or about friendships and stuff. Im sorry you all. Yes, you may say I change and stuff and Im really sorry. This year, I have to reserve myself to only studies and I hope you understand. I do not have the time to argue about not being close and whatsoever. At least, we are still communicating, right? SHIT, IM TALKING LIKE SOME BITCH but yeah, I have to get things straight. Its up to you to see it in a bad way or in a good way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks. I MISS HOSTINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xINFINITY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-2443325634092786942?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/2443325634092786942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=2443325634092786942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2443325634092786942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/2443325634092786942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/01/kwak-ji-won-33333333.html' title='Kwak Ji Won. &lt;33333333'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SXi51hFinfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ycOR03eGSas/s72-c/DSC00544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-8496234862099035881</id><published>2009-01-02T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:10:15.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 January</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;01 Ameera&lt;br /&gt;02 Dayana&lt;br /&gt;03 Syazwani&lt;br /&gt;04 Ricky&lt;br /&gt;05 Hasyimah&lt;br /&gt;06 Amirul&lt;br /&gt;07 Zakiah&lt;br /&gt;08 Luqman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why is the person in spot 1 there?&lt;br /&gt;Ameewa - Because shes lame and cool. Hows that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever hugged 4?&lt;br /&gt;Ricky - HAHA YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Out of your top eight, who was the last one you rode in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera, today. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you talked to 2 on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you know 8?&lt;br /&gt;Luqman - SINCE PRIMARY SCHOOL! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is 3 taken or single?&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani - single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How did you meet 7?&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah - In sec one orientation. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would 4 &amp;amp; 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Ricky &amp;amp; Amirul - AWESOME AS EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What about 1 &amp;amp; 3?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera &amp;amp; Syazwani - AWWW THATS CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you kissed 7?&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah - We didnt have the privacy to do it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite thing about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - Shes lame like me! YAY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What about 7?&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah - Shes bitchy like me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does 6 usually call you?&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - Sari/Idiot/Bitch/Bimbo But mostly, its idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you think is the funniest?&lt;br /&gt;Amirul, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is your favorite to talk to when you're down?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera Amirul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you ever date 6?&lt;br /&gt;OMG NO NEVER IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who has SEEN you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera Syazwani Zakiah Ricky Luqman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Describe 4 in 3 words?&lt;br /&gt;HE IS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Does 8 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Luqman - YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are the last three numbers of 3's phone number?&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani - 066&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What would you do with 1 if you were locked in a room with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera - I think we are gonna be meditating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have any classes with 2?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - DUH SAME CLASS SOME MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's your favorite memory with 5?&lt;br /&gt;Hasyimah - OH, CHALETTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who is 8's dream girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;Luqman - Kristen Stewart. (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you saw 8 in person?&lt;br /&gt;Luqman - yesterdayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What song(s) reminds you of 6?&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - All time low six feet under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is something you don't like much about 1?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera - She finds Robert Pattison hot! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has the nicest car out of all eight?&lt;br /&gt;I think me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How tall is 3?&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani - 164cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - Im not sure but I know shes shorter than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who have you been to a concert with?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana Syazwani !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Is 5 single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;Hasyimah - Shes taken by Aaron. (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have fun with 2?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - Its like what, 24/7 fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever gotten drunk with 6?&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - Please, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who smokes cigarettes out of your top 8?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What reminds you of 2?&lt;br /&gt;- Some guy. (hehehehhee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do 1 &amp;amp; 7 like each other?&lt;br /&gt;Ameera &amp;amp; Zakiah - DUH, THEY ARE BIES FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Out of your top eight, who has the funniest screen name?&lt;br /&gt;I think Amirul and Ricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which two people on your list makes them different from the others?&lt;br /&gt;- Amirul and Ricky. They are gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What's ONE inside joke between you &amp;amp; 6?&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - Theres like thousands of them. Too much to recall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Where does 4 work?&lt;br /&gt;Ricky - At Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you trust 2?&lt;br /&gt;Dayana - DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What's a joke that you share between most of the people on your list?&lt;br /&gt;I DONT GET THE QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. When was the last time you saw 8 cry?&lt;br /&gt;Luqman - NEVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Where does 5 live?&lt;br /&gt;Hasyimah - Pasir Ris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Can 6 dance?&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I WANT TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who is taller than you, and whos shorter?&lt;br /&gt;Shorter - Ameera Amirul Dayana Zakiah Taller - Ricky Luqman Syazwani Same - HASYIMAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Whos the youngest on your list?&lt;br /&gt;NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Who is the oldest?&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani&lt;/span&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/131315033596299670-8496234862099035881?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/8496234862099035881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=8496234862099035881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8496234862099035881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8496234862099035881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2009/01/15-january.html' title='15 January'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-77231030417886885</id><published>2008-12-28T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:53:25.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Chacey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVUfdqmUVUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OQtppABqO-0/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Wow, Im actually blogging. Yeah, i should blog since 1001 people are begging me to post. I feel so honoured and popular. *giggles* Hammer screwdriver whatever that needs to screw my brain up again. From what i know and assume, school is so near! Fuh, that was extremely fast. Like infinity fast! More faster then a bullet train, i suppose. Yeah, TIME = bullet train. :D I remembered that i was complaining on how slow november is and BAM! december came and ka pow! School is so near. T-S-K (!!!) I have not been revising any single subject and therefore, I have the right to feel extremely guilty. I know I keep telling myself to revise and complete my assignments BUT it was difficult! It was difficult trying to use my brain to think. First maths question, I gave up. =.= See how uncompetitive I am? Holidays make me evil. :/ I have not touched my science textbook nor my maths book and shiatzxs, im screwed. D: Anyway, I have 1002 events lined up and yessa, im gonna be blogging about them, one by one. Ive already gave you a warning okay. Its gonna be one of a hell long post, i swear. If you cannot take in a whole huge amount of teeny weeny words, i suggest you dont read. But if youre keen to know what is happening in my life or during my holidays, then I cant stop you. But I did caution you okay. Do not say I didnt. I'll try to make my posts short, like really really short but detailed. Ill TRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtKSmw1SGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ys4vFbKaEpw/s320/DSCF2391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285900271152875618" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtKSWcKGSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SncQClLfQaM/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtKSWcKGSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SncQClLfQaM/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285900266771192098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI5ZLeqsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/coP3Q4ppbHU/s1600-h/DSCF2403.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI5KAJY-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GIRcVSECyLE/s1600-h/DSCF2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI5KAJY-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GIRcVSECyLE/s320/DSCF2420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285898734424122338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s320/DSCF2396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285898723972638354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MG ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K WHY THIS PARAGRAPH IS LIKE THIS. STUPID BLOGGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;CHALET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; was 90% awesome and 10% tiring. Okay no. Maybe it was 15 % tiring. Seriously, it was tiring! First day check in was like at 3pm. I swear we were like bringing luggage like as if we were migrating! Yeah, tell me about kanchong singaporeans! I was checking every single room to inspect the condition and to see if it has the eerie aura or do my hair stand up or do i get goosebumps. So far, none. Shopped for the BBQ like theres no tmr at Ehub NTUC. Awesome, especially with my Aunt. Came back and watched my little nyonya. Little cousins were just OMGODZX. OMGODZX obviously refers to cute-ness. My adventure of sleeping there was seriously HELL. Slept with my grandmum and she was so sound asleep and what in the world what was i doing?! My eyes were wide awake. LIKE REALLY REALLY WIDE AWAKE. Not eyes that half opened or on the verge of sleeping but really really wide open. Know whats the bloody reason? BECAUSE THERE WERE MOTHS EVERYWHERE. THERE WERE LIKE THIS WHOLE SWARM OF MOTHS TRYING TO ATTACK ME! AND I WAS ATTACKED BY A MOTH! That particular moth was extremely stubborn. It kinda pissed me off because i was really having a hell of a time trying to endure. Hiding under the blanket made my quantity of oxygen lesser and therefore it wasnt a good idea. THE ROOM HAS LIKE 1001 MOTHS! THERE WAS A VARIETY OF MOTHS OKAY! DIFFERENT SIZES! My god, tell me, how to survive like that? And in conclusion, i did not sleep for the whole night. Only for a few minutes until i was attacked by a friggin moth again. =.= So yeah, i declare that in future, if i were to sleep in chalets, ill check the rooms for MOTHS. I didnt sleep all the way to 6, and since my cousins woke up at 6 and i couldnt survive the moths, i woke up and found out that my mom was experiencing the same thing too. Its just that there were no moths involved. She just could not sleep. Swam in the morning and it was so cute with little cousins around! There was like this bunch of teenagers, prolly 17 or 18 years old and HOMAGOD, THERE WAS THIS GUY WHO WAS UNSTRAPPING HIS GIRLFRIEND'S BRA IN THE SWIMMING POOL. And they were right in front of me. :/ Girlfriends called me, asking me about shuttle services and in the end, they were right there! Hugged them like there was no tmr, duh. They were in love with my little cousins especially Hanna and Eizzah but they were obviously more in love with me! Talked for a while and in the end, walked around aloha. The balls playground was more then awesome! But in the end, we were shoo-ed away since we were more then a certain age. =.= Since arcade did not provide small change, went cycling instead. Double seat bike for Syim and Zee. Me meemee aqilah took singles. I was so excited because it was my first time cycling with girlfriends (!!!!) Cycled and I really had fun observing how Syim and Zee handled the double bike. Cute, i swear. Meemee and me had this slow cycling walk and superb was all I could say. Maze journey was one of a hell. I got bitten by ants. WHOS IDEA?!?!?!?!?! Washed up after that and ate like a pig. Girlfriends and me were somehow reminiscing awesome moments in school while staring into the moon. In the end, people started coming. KAKAK DIDI CAME! She joined us and we headed to the arcade. Thank god the machine was working. Syim and Zee did the para para dance. ONLY DURING THAT MOMENT, THAT TIME, I KNEW WHAT WAS A PARA PARA DANCE. =.= Babes went home in the end and my dad dropped them off at WS and Abang Hafiz touched down from Aussie and he brought us donuts! Only then did I know that he was a pasir-ian. =.= And HOMAGOZ, I DID NOT KNOW THAT MR OW'S OFFICE WAS BURNT DOWN BEFORE BY RASCALS. I DID NOT KNOW THAT THERE WERE RACIAL TENSIONS GOING ON IN PASIR RIS BEFORE. I DID NOT KNOW THAT PASIR RIS WAS REALLY REALLY HAUNTED. I DID NOT KNOW THAT STUDENTS THERE WROTE ON THE WALL, CURSING MR OW NON-STOP. I DID NOT KNOW THAT STUDENTS THERE MADE TEACHERS CRY. WHAT ELSE, MY COUSIN WAS ONE OF THEM. =.= OMGZXS. I SWEAR I DID NOT KNOW THAT. I thought Pasir Ris was somehow, a decent school. Yeah, so much for the phrase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT BE DECEIVED BY LOOKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtI4jEUZpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CwcFjSEPwg0/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I swear that day was great, especially with my girlfriends my cousins my sister my aunt (!!!!) Ok is this a short and detailed post? 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtNc5ZEFRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9zQlq8VdZzE/s320/DSCF2452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285903746487031058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IGNORE MY SHITTY FACES LAH OKAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;KL 4 days 3 nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was just beyond awesome great superb exciting and whatever that defines fun! I LOVE ROAD JOURNEYS THERE! Dont you love them? Besides sticking your butt in the car for more then 4 hours, isnt the family bonding enjoyable? Because I loveeeeeeee them! The journey to KL for that particular day was like 11 hours. D: Yeah, 11 hours. Imagine the butt aches and pains and cramps youre gonna get. Well, I got them. But i had fun! Okay maybe first part of the journey, everyone was so quiet since it was in the morning and well, MORNING. You should know. I was busy listening to songs and i couldnt care less with what is going on in the car. Just for the fact that everyone was darn pissed with the 4 hour JAM at the checkpoint. I was pissed to the ultra core and i gave up waiting and i started talking and laughing to myself. Freaky much? My sister, in the end video-ed shitty and random stuff that was happening in the car. Like how i was examining my pretty hair (Hehehe) or how my dad was yawning or how my bibik was sound asleep or how my mom was ranting about the jam. She thinks shes some journalist. During that 4 hour JAM I saw this hot british! So afterall, that 4 hour jam was worth it. xD Laughed and bonded with my sister like omg. We ate alot in the car. Like every minute, we'll be searching something to eat. I MEAN WHAT IS THERE ELSE TO DO IN THE CAR BESIDES BONDING AND EATING?! Oh yes, did i mention me and my sis camwhored like crazy? Well, we did. And woah, my phoney has more then 100 pictures of us. Okay actually more to 60 pictures of ME and 40 pictures of the both of us. :D We named the cows we saw, Libby Patsy Mary and Chin Chong. Yeah, Chin Chong because it just came up to my mind. A COW NAMED CHIN CHONG. I dream of living at the peak of the mountains with my Texas boyf. (Hehehe) Or i dream to be a princess who cuts bamboos and sells bamboos for a living! Fascinating right right? Thats why, i hearts loves loves the road journey! You can dream laugh cry sleep. OH YES SLEEP! Although there were complications during the road journey like how this guy cursed us with the middle finger while driving, D: SCARY OKAY, it was awesome like HOMAGOD. Reached buyut's (BUYUT IS ANOTHER WORD FOR GREAT GRANDMOTHER) house at like about 7:45pm coming to 8pm. YEAAAAAAAH, 11 hours! Saw Taufik, like finally. AND OMGZXS, HIS SO TALL AND ........... BLONDE. :/ HIS FRIGGIN BLONDE! Omg. My dad was saying ANAK METROPOLITAN all the way. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncle ; Wah rambut dah blonde nampak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Taufik ; Ahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncle ; Bulu ketiak pun tanak blonde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Taufik ; .................. *laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. I SWEAR TAUFIK REMINDS ME OF FAISAL, LIKE REALLY. The way he talks, his voice, his actions, EXACTLY like Faisal. Okay maybe exclude the blonde part. HE EVEN LOOKS LIKE FAISAL. HOMAGOD, COINCIDENCE MUCH? Anw, was so delighted to finally see my buyut and aunts after two years! Everyone said the same thing. "WAH, DAH ANAK DARA AH TIRA!" Yeah, i know im already a matured sophisticated ladaye! *giggles* Im so proud of myself. Actually right, when all my aunts and uncles say that, ill be like "Takde lah! Apa je" but deep down, ill be blushing like HEHEHEHE! Zack and siblings came down to see all of us! Wahhh, i feel so OMG. Like everyone in malaysia are coming to my buyut's house to see us! Dina and Eizzah were so cranky manz. I dont likeeee. Eizzah friggin bite and pinch me! I swear, there were so many things that reminded me my friends! Like how the song can i have this dance reminds me of Ameewa. Like how new moon reminds me of Syim. Like how this P ramlee show reminds of Zakiah. Dont even ask why. Like how pizza reminds of Izza. Like how mat msia reminds me of Khairi. Like how dogs remind me of Firdaus. Like how daun kunyit reminds me of Amirul Shazzani. Like how this short guy reminds me of Amirul Hakim. Like how mat motor reminds me of Nabil. Like how Ah Beng Malaya reminds me of Ricky. Okay those are the only things i saw and really, it reminds me of my babes and dudes. One thing for sure that guys in msia are flirtatious assholes, desperately seeking attention. Okay excluding one of them cause one of them is darn cute! [: Watched Anak Halal and I dont understand the show. Now i understand why people address me as bimbo. Day 2 was sunway lagoon (!!!!) Its been decades since ive been there. Yeah, it has so much modifications that i couldnt notify anything that was the same as the old sunway. One thing confirmed is that the pools still remained the same except that there was an addition. THERE WAS LIKE THIS WALK-IN-RINSE-YOURSELF and i love it! And for once in my whole life, my whole family swam. Like MY WHOLE FAMILY. It was magnificent. Yeah, ive ran out of words pertaining to the word fun. So, ill just bullshit my words. The rides were incredible, like really. The ferris wheel or whatever it is, where that thing goes round and round was fun! It was slow and i could enjoy the serenity and indulge myself into the breath-taking scenery! Pictures were obviously taken, like its essential? Ate at KENNY ROGERS! Yum yum yummy! I CAN NOW NOTE THE BIG DIFFERENCE WITH MALAYSIA AND SINGAPORE. MOSTLY THREE QUARTER IN MALAYSIA IS HALAL. AND MOST OF THE WORKERS THERE ARE MALAYS, LIKE HOMAGOD. So basically, minority there will prolly be the indians or the chinese. IM SO CONTENTED BECAUSE AT LAST, I BOUGHT CLOTHES HERE! Im such a happy kid! I was so fatigued when i got back home. TERUS TIDUR MACAM ULAR SAWA. YAY! 3rd day was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hari Raya Haji! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was jumping up and down like some cuckoo on my bed because i was so fascinated by my dad's snoring. I was excited for the sembelihation of the cows and sheeps. But i realised that there were only cows. It was drizzling, but i was still desperate to see the cows getting sembelih-ed. I was humming the doa non-stop. In the end, I only saw cows but didnt get to see it got sembelih-ed. D: Was really devastating for me. Buyut told us that cousins and aunts will only be coming at night so dont waste the opportunity of going out (!!!) Went to sun mid valley to shop shop. Idk whats the shopping centre called but i know its something sun valley, so ill just call it sun mid valley. I bought flatties, so happy. Darn cheap. :D Grandma bought for me more clothes. Saw breadtalk guy again! *giggles* I swear my mom spent like so much in Malaya that I think shes satisfied with herself already. [: THERE WERE SO MANY SALES GOING ON! AHHHHHHH. We were all so parched after shopping for idk how many hours and headed back home to see my aunts and cousins! Yeah, it was awkward to be communicating with my cousins in Malaya because it has been two years and bam, i see them now so you know...... AWKWARD-NESS. I swear i was in a dilema because i had a hard time trying to figure out what topic could i make out to make a conversation with my cousins. I wanted to started with 'Eh your rambut lawar.' or 'DAH LAMA TAK JUMPAAAA! I MISS YOU ALL!' or 'Amacam pelajaran?' or even 'I suka shirt you.' but in the end, i started with a sneeze and since my sneeze was cute (OKAY NO, IT WAS SO UNLADY LIKE), everyone laughed. And then all of us just started talking. And woah, when we talk, the house can experience tremors, like really. (OKAY NO AGAIN. JOKING) But then we were all so noisy and kecoh and ini adalah satu hiburan! I didnt really expect all of us to click just like that because seriously, its been two years and theres nothing to talk about! But in the end, we were all being so random, jumping from one topic to another. Awesome, is the only thing i can define that particular moment. From Singapura to Malaya to mats to minahs to anak halal to marriage to anak luar nikah to rendang to phobia to ANTS. =.= ANTS OKAY, ANTS. I love my malaysia cousins (!!!!) It was hardcore bonding, i swear. And infinite sorries for using too many I swear and Omgs because Ive been saying them too much in holidays so when i write, its kinda the same thing. AND HOMAGOD, DID I TELL YOU THAT MY BUYUT HAS ASTRO?!?! MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER HAS ASTRO (!!!!) IM SO CONTENTED WITH MYSELF WITH MY LIFE. Every single night, ill be watching disney till 12am or whatever. And i love the movies and zack and cody and raven and cory in the house but i hate wizards of waverly place. I had this talk with my buyut and she told me about her past time. She told me about the hardships she faced during the WWII. She told me that she had to depend on kayu ubi for food since there was a shortage of food and rice was rationed. Now i know whats the real definition of being grateful. I swear im not born in the early 30s or 40s but at the same time, 40% of me wants to experience being in a war. OKAY SCREW ME FOR SAYING ALL THIS. Oh! I get to eat Hari Raya food again but it was malaya's style so it was really a good try. OMG IM LIKE SMILING WHILE TYPING ALL THIS. Okay cum 4th day, i was feeling all forlorn because this was going to be the last day of my awesome refreshing compulsive enthralling holiday. D: I was going to miss the bonding with my cousins. Im gonna miss all the one to one talks I had with people. Im gonna miss overnights with my little cousins, eating potato chips. Im gonna miss ASTRO. Im gonna miss my lovely adorable buyut! Im gonna miss Bibik Yanti. Im gonna miss the mattress there and the toilets and malaya soaps (!!!) Im gonna miss SUNWAY and MID VALLEY. HOMAGOD, IM GONNA MISS SWIMMING. Im gonna miss like every single shit thing I did there. IM GONNA MISS BREADTALK! D: Im gonna miss pretzels. Okay fine ill miss everything. Well, I just have to embrace it and know that holidays are only for a short while. I thought this holiday will be dull and boring because almost every year, malaya will be the place my family visits. BUT, this holiday is so far the best holiday Ive ever had and yes, Im looking forward to my visits to Malaya again in JUNE! Said goodbyes to everyone, and took pictures with dearest buyut. Buyut told me to study hard and told me to pray that she lives to a ripeful age. I swear i felt so weird after hearing her say that. No idea why. She told me that shes coming down to Singa the next day and I did the same thing when I heard my dad's snore. Before going back to Singa, we had this japanese cuisine at some restaurant and HOMAGOD, I SWEAR IM NEVER GONNA EAT JAPANESE FOOD EVER AGAIN. I love ONLY sushi BUT I DONT LIKE JAPANESE FOOD. It tastes all weird and weird! Grandma bought so much things before heading back to Singa! HAHA I LOVE MY GRANDMA. Journey back to Singa was rather quiet for the first hour because i was too busy singing to myself and sleeping. Stopped at some stop and ate at A and W. The root beer was yummy. OH YES I BOUGHT BUBBLEGUMS, LIKE ABOUT 6 PACKS. Saved one for Hakim since he asked me to buy something for him. Yeah, video taking again in the car and I only got to see Libby and Patsy on the way home. Libby was busy eating grass so I didnt get to say goodbye. Patsy was with her boyfriend or girlfriend or something so yeah, I didnt get to say farewell too. D: I saw the moutain me and my Texas boyf are gonna stay and it looks as pretty as ever! JAM AGAIN AT TUAS AND I WAS DARN BORED THAT I COUNTED HOW MANY FEET WOULD GET TO THE CHECKPOINT. Missed my little nyonya! D: Reached home at 10 something and I miss my room and my computer. [: Went online and was so happy to see Miruboy online! I SWEAR I MISS EVERYONE! :D I think this post is not short and detailed but I dont care because I hearts this holiday and it is still not detailed enough because there were so many many little events that i did not include but Im having this pity feeling in me and furthermore, I dont wanna waste anymore energy by editing this post. That ends my KL holiday, 4 Days 3 Nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day of rest and BAM, my family is busy again. Went swimming at sengkang swimming complex and boy, it was vunderful! THE SLIDES WERE THE CHALLENGE. I swear i almost drowned. SHUT UP. And I saw the afro hair guy again. Man, I hearts his hair! I love days out with my aunt and cousins. LOVELAYE. KFC, for lunner (lunch/dinner) packed with SCV. Can you imagine it? You eating KFC, in front of the TV, with SCV, watching all the shows there. God, this is the lifeeeee. I have this thing for little nyonya, I have no idea why. Prolly its the only chinese tv drama that I follow. Excluding Korean shows. (HEHEHE SYIMAH) Buyut came to my house and yes, i was being like a extremely over happy kid yet again. She told me to take care of myself again and she said that at least she went to my house before she well...... goes away. Again, the same weird feeling enshroud me. I tell you, I hate feelings. D: My great grandmother has never ever want to leave her home to go for holidays or anywhere. Why all of a sudden she wants to go to Singa to see all my aunts' house? Again, the weird feeling. Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtjT_LlbOI/AAAAAAAAATc/LVZ9Mkyd5xY/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285927782678097122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXA4KReI/AAAAAAAAATk/1OG8D1TnAok/s320/DSCF2492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285933332231243234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had BBQ at grandad's house. HOMAGODZXS DID I TELL YOU THAT I SIMPLY ADORE BBQS?! Idk why, probably of the intense heat smearing at your face. Yeah, that heat. It was awesome, bbq-ing all sorts of food on that grill. That silver metal grill. And you'll have to top up the charcoal. Yea, those black chunks of charcoal. And you'll need tongs to toss and turn the food. Awesome. And you'll be sweating all over. Due to the sweat and oil that you'll receive, pimples will break out. Cause that was exactly what happened to me. D: Swensens' Ice Cream Cake was simply delicious. It was extremely delectable. My aunt told me about her interviewing all sorts of people and yessa, im extremely jealous. SHE ALMOST INTERVIEWED RIHANNA. LIKE HOMAGOD. Im so proud to have an Aunt like that. Oh yes Jason Mraz is coming to Singa! I find BBQs really captivating. It really brings out the smell of the food. OKAY, WHAT. Eizzah was being cranky again, as usual. My dad was being such a mean soul and video taping her cries and her tantrums. God, what a father Im blessed with. Yeah, my dad can be nice AT TIMES. Yeap, AT TIMES. But downright irritating and annoying MOST OF THE TIME. The victim that he'll always be targeting to insult is none other than me. See, what a father I have. Little nyonya at 9pm and again, we were sitting down like kanchong audience. We actually sat and wait at like 8:35pm. My god, kanchong. Was suffering from a dilema on whether I should sleepover there or not. Sheesh. I hate being indecisive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXlNh9xI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v2GPqFDVHaY/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXlNh9xI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v2GPqFDVHaY/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285933341984552722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXf4pzcI/AAAAAAAAATs/tUpO1VtIWZE/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXf4pzcI/AAAAAAAAATs/tUpO1VtIWZE/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285933340554808770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the end, sleepover at grandma's house. :/ Awesome, yet again. Swarm in like backpackers at night and watch little nyonya, again. Seriously, it is really a good show. I love it like a baby loves her poteng! It really brings out the definition of peranakan and OMG, i cant wait for the finale. Prolly a second season will come out and im hoping it would. Anyway, bowling was on the next day. AT EHUB. First time there, second time bowling. My god, brings back memories of 2007. NOT the place but the bowling memories. HAHAHA. I wasnt a proffessional (HOW DO YOU SPELL IT?) but I think im quite good in it. Not that I strike 1001 times but I managed to get a pretty high score! My little cousins bowled at the small small kiddy alleys. Cute shitz, i swear. Its so small like really! My mom wasted three bucks on the machine where you have to use gears to pick up whatever stuff toy or key chain you want and it all depends on your skills and strategies. MY GOD. Hard work, i swear. In the end, we gave up and three bucks was gone, just like that. Three bucks, can get UNO CARDS! Sheesh. Oh oh, we indulge ourselves into coffee bean. Simply mouth-watering, like really. Ate sushi, at last. MY FIRST TIME EATING SUSHI. OMG YAY ME! It tastes rather sushi-y. Okay its undescribable. I really have nothing to describe it just for the fact that Im loving it eventhough I thought its raw or whatever shit. Oooooh, i loike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dad's side mom, my grandma's BIRTHDAY! YAY! She finally turned AHEM YEARS OLD! Personal. :D Mom suggested we go to some buffet and celebrate grandma's bday. In the end, went to Sakura Buffet at some park! Wow, love the view. View of grass and insects and flowers. Hows that? Lovelaye, i guess. Mother nature. [: HOMAGOD, FOOD THERE WERE BEYOND GOOD. I swear theres so many to eat. From malay to chinese to english to JAPAN. Sushi, duh. The service there was average, i suppose. Okay maybe above average. Sang bday song ! We actually sang a birthday song in a buffet, loudly. Everyone actually sorta joined in! I was so proud to be a granddaughter! When I came out, I was actually staggering my way to the car because my food was in my nose. Holding on to my dad was not a good idea because he'll be busy admiring the trees there and telling me their names. Boring, i know. Everyone was like on the verge of vomiting and everyone was darn quiet in the car. I had a great time anyway, with all the bonding bonding talk talk laugh laugh burp burp fart fart. AND I MISS MY LITTLE NYONYA AGAIN. SO SAD AND HEARTBREAKING. AND DEPRESSING. MY LITTLE NYONYA. MY CHEN XI. D: OMG I DREAMT OF CHACEY! [: Was so contented the next day. I dreamt that he was at Century Square. Seeeeee, i think im love. SIGNS OF LOVE! OMG. :D Go away, Amirul. His mine FOREVAR. Seriously, I really think Im in love with him. I mean, ill go around telling everyone that his smokin hot and every single thing ill be like 'Hahaha, if its Chacey, kan better.' YEAH, ILL GO LIKE THAT. OMG. I NEED TO STOP. MY STUDIES. WILL. BE. AFFECTED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMG THIS IS THE EXCITING PART, FOR ME! I WENT TO BAND. I ACTUALLY WENT TO BAND. YES, BAND. I ACTUALLY GOT UP AT 7AM AND BATHE AND BRUSH TEETH TO GO TO SCHOOL, FOR BAND, FROM 8 TO 5. OMG. HOW AWESOME AM I? I swear i was downright anxious and scared at the same time. I was shivering like some high fever dudette when i stepped into the school. Was extremely contented when I saw Khalis (!!!!) AND WAS SO EXCITED TO HEAR WANIE'S VOICE ON THE PHONE! WAS BEYOND EUPHORIC SEEING DAYANA AND FAZRINA! Hugged them like OMG. Was so excited to see Khairuzzaman, like finally! SAW ZAKIAH! LIKE OMG! Ooooh, my bimbo is back! :D:D Fengshan guy came down and darn, his asdlijalisdjlaisj good. Like some professional! I actually clicked well with Fengshan guy. SHIT I FORGOT HIS NAME. :/ Anyway, was so happy go lucky to see everyone, especially Sir! Farhan was smiling at me and giving me that well-done look. YAY, I ACTUALLY DID IT! I feel so proud of myself! Saw Yassar my friend, at last. Missed him actually. Lunch-ed with dayana fazrina khalis azri farhan shahin nazri yassar. I SWEAR I MISS THEM LIKE THERES NO TMR. Yay, Im still proud of myself even when im typing this! Trust me, they are such mean bitches and they entertained me like HOMAGOD. Cannot stop laughing. Yay, im back! Dayana accompanied me ALL THE WAY. Even to the toilet. God, I love that woman. And yeah, she told me 1001 things which I needed to time absorb. Yeah, Im seriously outdated. So much for the phrase expect the unexpected. Songs for SYF were quite difficult. I think I really need to work harder. Its like postponed to March. Screw it, i know. ANYWAY I WAS SO HAPPY THAT DAY IDK WHY. I love talking with Khairuzzaman. His so mcm phm. My best junior, ever! :D I still miss Syazwanie, and Ill always remember her words. "You'll forever be my best junior no matter what and no one can replace you." OHMAGOD, CAN CRY. DDDDDDDDDDDDD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoX0o2SUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GnGcQDkLBys/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoX0o2SUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GnGcQDkLBys/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285933346125662530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXqx6R3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pjlCp45o7_8/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXqx6R3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pjlCp45o7_8/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285933343479318386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXlNh9xI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v2GPqFDVHaY/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtoXlNh9xI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v2GPqFDVHaY/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Briefing at school was indescribable. Had breakfast with Ameewa. Reminisced with her moments in 2008. Laughed like whacko. Met her again the next day due to religious class orientation. It was funny and boring, at the same time. The speaker was really humorous! Cycling and bowling again with aunt mom sister and uncle. My god, I still cannot believe that my uncle is only 11. =.= Cycled like all the way to downtown! It was a good exercise, with sweat all over your body. Ponies and horses stink like HOMAGOZ but they are cute, i swear. Their testicles are huge, no kidding. Im serious. I feel like keeping a tiger for a pet. My cat is still not enough. Its not big enough to be cuddled. Double chocolate frappe at night and what my aunt said, mccafe champ wasnt there. It was my senior working there! Little nyonya at 9pm, as usual. Told you its a routine. MUST MUST MUST. ESSENTIAL. NO NYONYA, END OF LIFE. [: Did I tell you that I spring cleaned my room and now my room is spick and span?! Im so happy. Yeah, ive been happy lately, because of this little little events that happen in my life. Still, I mwishh muah fwens! D: Went to town to shop shop shop. Didnt get to buy a little something for my buddy. ): NOTHING THERE. Shiatzxs, I still need to see San Kyu regarding help about his language. I dont think Im ready for 2009, yet. Its too fast, like really! Im gonna be in different classes from my babes. I was cleaning my room and I saw my scrabble bag. OMG MEMORIES OKAY. I still remember Ben, if that is his name. And I saw my homec letters I passed around with Zakiah and Izza. And I saw the letters where me zakiah izza syimah were so pissed at meewaz about dan. (HAHAHHAHAHA) Wanted to tear but no tears came out. Laughed like retard, yeah. I saw my maths CAs, and I am proud of myself! I love and hate holidays. LOVE for the fact that I have been going out too many times and I have been laughing so much, too much actually. HATE for the fact that friendships are getting strainer and well, friends come and go. MAN. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TODAY, 31ST OF DECEMBER, THERE WAS BAND. THE LAST BAND PRACTICE OF 2008. I HAD FUN, SO MUCH FUN. I was really delighted that Wani came back. Hugged. There really was a moment there! Shes still the same, like really. Im so glad that Im back in band. I dont frigging care if my friends tell me that I prioritise my band more, because band is family. How does that sound? *giggles* I can tell that my section will be full of laughters and really really, my section will be extremely lively! In 2008, I know that at the end of the year, Ive been a total biatch to band, and the people in it. I ignored the people in there, like they were some wall and yet, I blamed them for changing. Now, Ive finally realised that Ive changed towards them. Towards music. Towards myself. I was being a stuck-up minah, okay not minah. I was being a stuck-up bitch who has this big big ego and couldnt accept the fact that my seniors are no longer there. Yeah, now, I finally understand that phrase NO ONE IS PERFECT. And I saw Ricky. OMG, yes, RICKY. I SAW RICKY. Some of you might be going 'Ive seen a thousand times' but hey, I havent seen him since the last day of holiday. And to add to it, his like my closest guy friend in my class. He was there when I was at my weakest point, due to misunderstandings. He was there to irritate me and make me happy. 'Eh, you sick leh Ricky. Go home lah.' 'Dont want lah, I go to school just to sit beside you and irritate you leh and see your reactions.' I WAS JUMPING FOR JOY LAH. THERES LIKE A HAPPY KID SIGN PLASTERED ON MY FACE. And that instant, when i saw him, I know I had to accept reality that he will no longer be my class partner. He will no longer be applying plaster on my hand nor will he be smacking me whenever Im about to sleep. My god, stupid subject combi. We talked for only few minutes since I had to go home. Still the same old ricky, thank god. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time flies extremely fast huh? Today is 31st of december, like HOMAGOD. Time flies like a bullet train and yet, I couldnt grab it and make full use of it. Yeah, 2008, it has been a whacky and hectic year, seriously. So many unfortunate and fortunate events has taken place and well, whats happened has happened. No point talking about it now when you cant change the past. Ive made new awesome friends, and I finally realised that they are my true friends. One of them is none other then Amirul, duh. Anywayyyyy, I dont think I spent my time that usefully. Well, I can say I had time and I spent it but not the way I wanted and it wasnt even useful. Okay, maybe some parts of it were useful like the mugging and studying part but the rest, Ive spent it bitching around and fooling around. Ive been a bitch to 1001 people this year and Ive made alot of mistakes and sins. Ive been selfish and Ive been controlling certain people this year and Im apologising like crazy now. 1001 arguments have happened this year and yes, Ive finally realised that arguments hold you and the other party closer, like really. Not that I want arguments to occur like frequently but at least, Ive gained something from it. Ive also learnt that last minute mugging doesnt make you a thousand times better then the people who started revising from the start of the year. Ive learnt to control my temper, somehow by murmuring BE PATIENT BE PATIENT to yourself. It works, trust me. And well, I have to accept reality that there wont be anymore Zakiah 'LEND ME THAT FRIGGING HIGHLIGHTER LAH!' or 'I have this idea for DNT.' No more Nabil 'Eh eh A B C apa jadi ah?' No more Qam 'LOSER SIA KAU' No more Danial 'I BROKE UP.' No more Syafie 'Athira macam mana ah Mars?' No more Hasyimah 'GIGGLES, BIATCH, DKA!' No more Khairi 'DNT HOW?' No more Izza 'I HATE GEOG, ATHIRA.' No more Johan 'How to do this Maths question ah Athira? Pro what you.' No more Ricky 'Athira, wake up lah stupid!' or 'Eh you okay not? Dont like this lah, not fun.' No more Evelyn 'OMG WE ARE THE BITCHES AKA SLUTS FOREVER! YAAAY!' No more Randal 'Come athira, i tell you this funny joke.' Okay this list will continue forever. Hehehe. Im gonna put all my mistakes behind me and amend my flaws and imperfections, like really. Im gonna be working harder in 2009 and by working harder, means lesser MSN, BLOG, FRIENDSTER, FACEBOOK. Yeah, Ill have to endure with all this. Ill prolly be deleting this blog when the time comes or ill just put this blog on hold and hardly update. BUSYWOMAN YOU KNOW. 2009, I hope it will be a better year then 2008 and 2007, duh. It will actually be quite hectic too with so much events that are gonna take place and well, I hope that they turned out well! And yeah, trust me, me and my girlfriends are gonna be reminiscing about 2008 one hot sunny day under an umbrella! That happens every year. And I hope in 2009, friends stay with one another and NOBODY goes MIA. I have to be mentally prepared for all this to come. For sacrifices. For new friends. For new friendships. For disasters. For happiness. For naggings. For homeworks. For new teachers. For SYF. (OMGGG) For strain friendships. FOR EXAMS. OMG. Okay, the only thing I can do is just think positive. And I think Im gonna spend my last last nanoseconds of this day by sitting on my table and counting from 60 all the way to 0 and then shout HELLO 2009 BAYBEH and then, ill be smiling to my neighbour in the other house or wave at them and look at my 2E7 class photo. YEAH, ILL DO THAT. So with that, ill end my post with GOODBYE MISS 2008 AND HELLO MISSY 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/131315033596299670-77231030417886885?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/77231030417886885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=77231030417886885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/77231030417886885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/77231030417886885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-chacey.html' title='Mr Chacey'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SVtKSmw1SGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ys4vFbKaEpw/s72-c/DSCF2391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-291030207846722244</id><published>2008-12-27T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:32:15.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RY6k3Y8LDHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RY6k3Y8LDHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "&gt;Hi, arent they cute and cute?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe ill be going to their album launch! (HOMAGOD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay bye!&lt;/span&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/131315033596299670-291030207846722244?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/291030207846722244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=291030207846722244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/291030207846722244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/291030207846722244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/12/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-3221610352858631045</id><published>2008-11-23T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:49:12.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/STJanlBQNoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TobgO56giA4/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/STJanlBQNoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TobgO56giA4/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274377749603038850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that im not satisfied with what i have? Why is that im always cursed and blessed with all sorts of hardships in my life? People say im rich (which till now, i dont think i am), having this and that, having a big house or whatever shit but im never happy. Im never happy, i swear. Im never contented. I feel jealous seeing my friends having good relationships with their own families. Having family gatherings every weekend. Look at Ameera, shes blessed with an awesome mother. Hasyimah, shes super close with her cousins and so is Zakiah. Zakiah makes a point to go to kampung to bond with her cousins. Izza, more then close with her cousins. Amirul has freeedom and a cute sister. Haziq has an awesome mom and he has freedom! What about me? Ive never been to places like suntec or esplanade or raffles place or queensway or bugis! Im seriously like a turtle in its shell, i swear. Every weekend, im stuck at home and see my mom study and me and my sister will always be asked to keep quiet as to not destroy my mom's focus. Oh wow. And my dad, even though he hardly scolds me, his always busy with computers and plants. And i will only have my sister and Coco to have fun with. :/ I hardly have time to see my other grandmother. Its been a month since ive seen my grandma and my beloved cousin. D: So im really not what people think i am, the rich kid with a friggin big car. God, no. Im not even happy with myself. In fact, i always have that green monster jealousy in me whenever I hear people telling me they are having family day. Im desperate for all this little family things to happen you know. Like maybe one day, my mother will just throw her goddamn books and celebrate with us! Im dying to see all my families bond together. I mean during Hari Raya, we apologize for all the wrong doings that we did and after that day, we will keep repeating the same mistake, again. Then, whats the point of apologizing and seeking forgiveness? Only Hari Raya then will we bond together and have fun, but what about the story after every Hari Raya? It comes back again to discriminations, isolation, and disappointment. Well, thats for me and my family (LAH!) So in the end, its the same thing over and over again. Tsk, Hmph. Like a cycle, over and over again. Well, guess there is more then meets the eye! Hyehyehyehye. (Its not korean, Amirul!) Okay i wanna stop this dramamamaz post (!!!!!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School open house was so [inserts adjective]. I wanna thank Zakiah for accompanying me even though i know i was a killer. I wanted to help band but well, something stopped me from doing so. Like its so hard to face everyone. D: And hard means hard! Nabil and Haziq joined us in the end and waited for Syimah! Had a so called REAL talk with Farhan. It was really enjoying, somehow. I wanted to tell EVERY single thing that was on my head but well, there were too many people and well, it wasnt at all private. I was depressed when band was going genting the following monday. I almost teared but well, i gotta stay strong. Screw me up for having difficult parents and not coming to band daily. ): Syimah and yazsar came and had branch at LJS. I swear, im getting sick of LJS! Video on haziq's hp was hilarious and entertaining. Kept me not worrying about other stuff. Went home and off to Airport after that. Guy at the delifrance was hot. *giggles* There were guys who came from indonesia, using those blue uniforms and they were seriously irritating, i swear. Was stuck at Airport for about 45 minutes or so because i was being a stubborn girl and told my mom to not bring the umbrella and then, it rained cats and dogs! :/ Shopping at WS was really really interesting. Met different sorts of people with different kind of clothing, like really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to TM the next day. OH! I GOT AN AUTOGRAPH FROM TAUFIK BATISAH! AND IM EVEN THINKING OF LAMINATING THE PIECE OF PAPER AND HANGING IT ON MY WALL! Okay no, im not one of those girls who go grugalaga over him. Maybe to Chace Crawford, yeah. [: Shopping with my sister and mom was awesome, to the maxzxzs! Sister bought a converse bag! I was practically being so syiok sendiri and trying out clothes one by one and snapping photos of myself. [DO NOT LAUGH] Yeah, imagine me doing that. Actually, can be imagined though. Since my mom finished her school, i can say that i have been going out lately rather then be stuck at home, watching movies or hogging onto the computer or chatting. But seriously, i enjoy chatting. It satisfies me, duh. I love chatting with friends. You can  laugh your ass off or curse and swear and do different kinds of expressions and your friends wont know unless you webcam of course. And i love saying BRB and then ill go offline and then i wont be online till next day. My close friends are used to it so they are not really surprised if i just were to go offline and not come back till a day or two. And i love waiting for people to talk to me and say HELLO! and ill be replying back with gusto! Because seriously, i dont talk to people unless i really need something important or im too bored or that person is fun to talk to. So yeah, i have been enjoying my chatting moments with great people like Ayie Firdaus Amirul both Nabils Zakiah Hasyimah Luqman Haziq. Firdaus, thank you so much for the thing you bought. Youre really woah, one in a million, i swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jogging with sister was really awesome. We will fight because of who wins the race or we'll just hate each other for being faster then each other and we'll love each other because we're sisters! Thats the good part you know. Im so thankful i have a sister although i desire to have an elder brother but nahhhh, having a sister is enough already. I LOVE LITTLE NYONYA! You know that chinese show? Its really really intriguing! It contains tons of complications and suspense and conflicts. Every weekday, nine o clock sharp, ill be telling everyone BRB and running down like a crazy psycho and tuning into channel 8 and sit down still and watch that show with my mouth half opened! Its seriously fun! Having movie marathon is beyond awesome! Cousins and family were superb, i swear. I was a teeny weeny lugubrious that my other cousins couldnt make it but nevertheless, i had a great time! I assert that the period of time spent was really worthwhile after all. It was so raucous, like really. I can conclude that i have been spending my end days of Miss November really good. Well, compared to the first five weeks. It was equal to HELL. At least now my mother brings us out and yeah, bonding time, obviously. We had this Assessment Book Day! We shopped all over Singapore for assessment books! Okay, i was exaggerating about the 'all over Singapore'. WS POPULAR IS THEEEE BEST! I was seriously acting immature there, asking my sister to pull me across the whole popular because the flooring catches my attention. Yeah, go imagine it. There is something wrong with me, like really. My stomach is all weird and producing all sorts of sounds that eventually directs those weird sounds as farts! I SWEAR I HAVE BEEN FARTING TOO MANY TIMES. D: I need a farting pill or something. Damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEFORE YOU READ THIS PARAGRAPH, I JUST WANNA WARN YOU THAT THIS PARAGRAPH MAY CONTAIN OVER EXCITEMENT AND TOO MANY CAPITALIZED LETTERS! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGOMMGM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMMGMGMGMGMGM MGMGMGMAMSDAHKFILIDJFLISJAIJSDLASJDLAISJDLAISJDLAISJDLAISJDLAISDJLAIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AILSDJLAISJDLAISDJLAISDJ OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG (!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, i was expressing my over excitement over enjoyment over enthusiasms! GUESS WHAT PEOPLE ON EARTH??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! I WATCHED TWILIGHT ALREADYYYYYYYYYYY (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I FREAKING WATCHED TWILIGHT ALREADY! Yes, T W I L I G H T spelled T-W-I-L-G-H-T (!!!!!!) TWILIGHT. AS IN TWILIGHT THAT MOVIE THAT HAS TO COME OUT IN SINGAPORE ON THE 18TH OF DECEMBER! YES, THAT TWILIGHT! WHO HAS ROBERT PATTINSON IN AND KRISTEN STEWART AND TAYLOT LAUTNER AND CAM GIGANDET! YES THAT MOVIE! THAT THAT OMG MOVIE! THAT INDESCRIBABLE MOVIE! THAT 500 PAGE BOOK MOVIE! THAT THAT IALJLIJDFLISDJF!@)#()$*)(@#*)(@#! MOVIE! OMG THIS IS EUPHORIA! IM SO CONTENTED AND HAPPY! EVER SINCE I WATCHED TWILIGHT, IVE BECOME SUCH A JOVIAL HUMAN BEING!!!!!! Eventhough i only watched it yesterday. THERES A WHOLE LOT OF HOURS IN BETWEEN OKAY! IT CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! A WHOLE LOT OF DIFFERENCE! AND OMG OMG OMG, LET ME TELL YOU THE WHOLE STORY, FROM A TO Z HOW I WATCHED IT (!!!!!) [Ahhh, im so excited to even type!] Im gonna type every single shit detail, like really. 12:34am, Friday night. OMG MALAM JUMAAT! I was tossing and turning in my bed, trying my best to shut both my eyes and fall asleep and dream of rainbows and ponies but to no avail. I tried my best doing all sorts of things from talking to myself to daydreaming of memories to counting cows to yoga to sleeping upside down to playing shadows with my hands with the available light. But then, all of them did not work! Yeah, i failed. FAILURE. Then i scratched my nose and my butt and i dig my nose. :/ Then, i took out my handphone and took pictures of my room and i saw orbs, whatever they call it. But the orbs look so vague. Then i look through my messages and i texted Haziq in the end. He entertained me and kept me laughing and typing for 10 minutes or so and then, i gave up trying to sleep and i switched on my computer! While waiting for my computer to run, i sat on my cupboard and tried counting stars but i failed, again BECAUSE im an impatient person. AND KA-POW! My computer is at its desktop. [I told you im jotting down from A to Z!] First thing that was on my mind was obviously, MSN. Logged in. User:diyana_diyana2@hotmail.com YAY! People online were boring except for Izza of course. Asked her if her cousin was okay. I opened safari and i checked friendster blog and facebook. Then i went to youtube to listen to candles by hey monday. I got sick of it since it was only a 2:55min song and i went to imdb to look at chace crawford. Yeah i was head over heels with him so i went to watch interviews about him. I dont know how or why i typed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.watch-movies.net&lt;/span&gt; at the bar and poosh the website appeared. AND THEN..... OMG THIS IS THE INTENSE PART! AT THE TOP LEFT OF THE WEBSITE, I SAW SOMETHING. SOMETHING THAT MADE ME SQUEAL AND GAVE OUT A SILENT SCREAM. SOMETHING THAT MADE MY HEART BEAT FASTER. SOMETHING THAT MADE MY EYEBALLS GROW BIGGER LIKE AS IF IT WANTS TO POP! SOMETHING THAT MADE ME PULL MY HAIR AND PUT BOTH HANDS OVER MY FACE! Duh, its Twilight, obviously. What else could it be right? =.= I kept murmuring to myself to NOT move my mouse and click on it but again, i failed. My temptation for Twilight was over exceeding and well, i couldnt resist clicking on the link! Therefore, with great courage, i clicked on the link and POP! The movie downloaded (!!!!!!) While waiting, i chatted with Izza and continued texting Haziq. Few minutes passed and what else?! I WATCHED TWILIGHT. OMG I WATCHED TWILIGHT. In conclusion, this is how it started. As you can see, the time frame between me deciding whether to watch twilight or not was actually fun, after all. I benefited alot from the things that ive done. Like how talking to yourself will only make you feel bored because you will be impersonating 1001 characters. Like how doing yoga makes you feel calm and relax and allows you to imagine yourself at the sandy beaches with palm trees. Like how doing shadows with your hands made your fingers ache. =.= Like how counting cows DO NOT make you fall asleep but instead, it made you feel agitated because you miscount. Like how daydreaming of the past will only make you feel forlorn. Like texting Haziq makes me laugh my ass off. Like chatting with Izza makes me miss her more! To me, i think i benefited alot. Yeah, i did. Twilight made me express 1001 expressions and emotions, i swear. Like how i bit my nails till i have no nails when the fighting scene came. Like how i took my tissue and wiped my few tears rolling down my cheeks when Edward and Bella were gonna lose each other, somehow. Like how i cursed and swore at James for being such an arsehole. Like how my mouth went wide open when the venom was in Bella and well, it was really suspenseful! I can say that Twilight was not what i expected it to be, just like Harry Potter BUT BUT BUT I enjoyed it even though 1001 people are telling me that the movie is sucks and whatever shit. In my opinion, i think it went well. It did followed the book accordingly although some scenes were cut out. I mean how can a 500 page book be made into a what? 1 and half hour movie? Its hard though. Just like Harry Potter. Well, this is my perspective though. I really loved the movie. And i can watched it for 10 times or so. Hit me with a number and ill try to watch Twilight that number of times. And now, i cannot wait for Monday to come because ill get my dream books and i can read it when im at KL! I CANNOT WAIT! ITS TMR! Yay! And seriously, i feel like having a vampire boyf (!!!!) OMG Im terribly sorry about this paragraph. If you aint a twilight freak, then you shouldnt be bothered to read, right? Hehehehehehhehehehe ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FRIGGIN FELL FROM MY TABLE. And now my hand elbow thigh leg hurts! =.= I feel so weird that Im having my holidays. Its really really peculiar about holidays. I mean, i just cannot believe that im not going to school to study nor am i going to school to have fun with my awesome friends. Unbelievable actually. But oh well, it has happened. LIKE REALLY! I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT IM HAVING HOLIDAYS! Cause this year, i still remember that first, we were counting down days to Kusumawangi. And then we were counting days to Qamarul's Zakiah's Yassar's Nabil's bday. Next, we were counting down to Mid-Year holidays. Then countdown to puasa and then to hari raya and then to holidays and then to GG and then to holidays! And now, we are counting days to 2009. Yeah, life goes on and on. And when 2009 comes, i have to be prepared. I have to be ready for tons of things to change. Sacrifices will have to be done and changes will occur. I have to adapt to all these by the time 2009 comes. So, i have to start from now. And 2009 = no more slacking no more playing around no more texting no more night calls no more blogging no more msn. Okay cut the crap. I dont think i can live without msn. Msn, only at night? Afternoon is study time! Im still depending whether i should delete this blog. I mean through this blog, i express every shittish happy-ish detail of my life. And when its gone, ill only have my diary. Well advantage is that its gonna be personal and private. Disadvantage is that i dont have a website of my own. D: Pros and cons. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think im depressed right now. From what i heard, cikgu is not going to be in PRSS by next year. Im not sure whether the source is reliable but if it is really true, im really speechless about it. I dont know what to say. My malay from C5 to B3 is because of Cikgu and now well, his no longer there. DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: Damnit. Well i think this is going to be the last post till the 20th of December? That depends if im going back to Malaya on the 20th. Dont bother going to my blog after reading this post actually. Youre not gonna be reading new posts anyway! *giggles* Amirul Hakim, ill try to buy you a souvenir (!!!!!) Oh yes, congratulations to band for getting GOLD and getting FIRST (!!!!!!!) Im so happy for all of you! Thanks dayana nazri haqem for getting me something from there! And Syapik, i know im the last to say this but i hope you take care of yourself at Sydney and Amirul Hakim, theres no more awesome wee-morning convos with you anymore! D: Take care when youre at L.A (!!!!)&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/131315033596299670-3221610352858631045?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/3221610352858631045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=3221610352858631045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3221610352858631045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3221610352858631045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/11/candles.html' title='Candles'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/STJanlBQNoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TobgO56giA4/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-4051150863896710422</id><published>2008-11-20T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:45:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SSjTz6KG7wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L6cdfQTrDbU/s1600-h/Image038%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SSjTz6KG7wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L6cdfQTrDbU/s320/Image038%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271696252575608578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehehehehehehhehehehehe. Im so bored. Im dying of boredom. Im suffering, slowly. Tsk. Depressing right? Im in the lets-blog mood but i have nothing to blog about because my life has been pretty mundane. So, ill just wait for something extravaganza to happen and ill blog like there's no tommorow. Till then, i wanna do a whats that called? [points to below] Idk, survey? NO, quiz? Maybe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Name 21 people  &lt;br /&gt;1. Ameera &lt;br /&gt;2. Hasyimah &lt;br /&gt;3. Zakiah &lt;br /&gt;4. Izza &lt;br /&gt;5. Syazwani &lt;br /&gt;6. Dayana &lt;br /&gt;7. Firdaus &lt;br /&gt;8. Nabil Amsyar&lt;br /&gt;9. Ayie&lt;br /&gt;10. Amirul Shazzani&lt;br /&gt;11. Nazri&lt;br /&gt;12. Zafirah&lt;br /&gt;13. Zul&lt;br /&gt;14. Shafiq Suhaimi&lt;br /&gt;15. Haziq&lt;br /&gt;16. Fazrina&lt;br /&gt;17. Faisal&lt;br /&gt;18. Farhan&lt;br /&gt;19. Farah&lt;br /&gt;20. Khalis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Khairuzzaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How did you meet 14? &lt;br /&gt;- PRIMARY SCHOOOOOOOOOOOL (!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What will you do if you never meet 1? &lt;br /&gt;- Maybe i wont be who i am, today. [AMEERA, YOU BETTER BE TOUCHED!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if 9 and 20 date each other? &lt;br /&gt;- Uh HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will 6 and 17 date? &lt;br /&gt;- OMG that will be cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3. &lt;br /&gt;- I have 1001 things to say but ill just sum it up to one word = AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 8 attractive ? &lt;br /&gt;- Hehehehehhe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Describe 7. &lt;br /&gt;- His everything a friend needs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family members ? &lt;br /&gt;- Nope. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if 18 confess to you? &lt;br /&gt;- OMG SAY WHAAAAAAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What language does 15 speaks ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Im not sure either. English, chinese, malay, indian, spanish, french, german and many many moreeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going out with 9? &lt;br /&gt;- A human being, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16? &lt;br /&gt;- 14!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When did you last speak to 13? &lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who's 2's fav. singer? &lt;br /&gt;- Athirasari Diyana Muhd Zulkarnain (!!!!!!) *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 4? &lt;br /&gt;- Noooo, shes taken. DDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever date 1 ? &lt;br /&gt;- I cant, shes zakiah's. DDDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 single ? &lt;br /&gt;- HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's last name? &lt;br /&gt;- SHAZZANI, I THINK. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School of 3 ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Pasir Ris Secondary School! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live ? &lt;br /&gt;- Simei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is your fav thing of 5? &lt;br /&gt;- Everything about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you seen 11 naked? &lt;br /&gt;- OMGGGGGGGGG NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is 21?&lt;br /&gt;- This guy is beyond great, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 5 people to do this quiz, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any 5, actually. I dont really mind, after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/131315033596299670-4051150863896710422?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/4051150863896710422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=4051150863896710422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4051150863896710422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4051150863896710422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/11/connected.html' title='Connected'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SSjTz6KG7wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L6cdfQTrDbU/s72-c/Image038%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-7430007794221146745</id><published>2008-11-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:02:52.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>OMG, im doomed.&lt;div&gt;My mom just asked me to do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that i havent been doing for weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 weeks plus, to be exact. Im doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my brain wont be functioning well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its too much, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just too sudden. Those words that my mom mouthed to me, was just too shocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think im gonna die of sudden heart attack. Or some shocking disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me human beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom told me to do a compo of 800 words titled.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY IS CONSERVATION IMPORTANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is currently over. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-7430007794221146745?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/7430007794221146745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=7430007794221146745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/7430007794221146745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/7430007794221146745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-3223773574610216095</id><published>2008-11-13T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:00:22.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captains and cruise ships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SR0RuFlSIQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0b4QHE3W5sA/s1600-h/DSCF2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SR0RuFlSIQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0b4QHE3W5sA/s320/DSCF2339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268386622563557634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SR0P13gV8SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-g1-VbwER3E/s1600-h/DSCF2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SR0P13gV8SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-g1-VbwER3E/s320/DSCF2344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268384557200437538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SR0OuArpifI/AAAAAAAAAN0/873CcN3xKgY/s1600-h/DSCF2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SR0OuArpifI/AAAAAAAAAN0/873CcN3xKgY/s320/DSCF2336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268383322713197042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcaming with Nur Zakiah Bte Mohd was the only thing that made me hyper and high and happy. See, the 3H. Zakiah was being so bitchy and naughty that she asked me to do 1001 things. Tsk! How mean! At the same time, i was having a hard time. I was in a depressed state actually. Darn, it happened so fast and i had so much to absorb. I had to absorb the fact that * said sentences that were too heavy for me to take in. Sentences that were extremely hurtful and disappointing. Sentences that hit me right in the face like right smack in my face. Sentences that were still vivid in my head. Sentences that were excruciating. I dont care if its the wrong word to use. The meaning is still there. Well, to sum it all up, it was too much for my head to absorb. And duh my brain has only a capacity of a small volume and yet i was hurled with Whooshing sentences. Darn it. But then again, Nur Zakiah Bte Mohd made me back to my usual self by just being HERself. My goddddd, i love that woman. Not forgetting Siti Nur Hasyimah too! She made me laugh at her for being so paranoid with the release date of twilight. Actually i was sad too but she was being more sad! :D And yes that made my heart jump for joy again. And then i got texts from Adikarya, making me laughing non-stop too. These small little things that my loved ones do to me, i swear, make a whole huge difference to me. I made a new friend! zul_slumber is well, friendly! (: I still cannot believe that i webcammed with Zakiah (LORH!) Like i want it to happen 24/7. She has to buy a webcam or whatever and we can act sluttish forever (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with the ever bestest Aunt ever to shop for her prom accessories! Had an Awesome time, i tell you! I SAW ZAFIRAAAAAAAAH! Know how contented i was seeing my starer! *gasps* AND I DRANK STARBUCKS! AND STARBUCKS = EUPHORIA. I felt like i was on heaven! Aunt treated me to starbucks and i treated her to LJS! Awesomezxzxs. Realised that Eastpoint sucked, as usual so went to TM instead! And i swear, i was being hoo-hah over body shop stuff. And i counted how many people I met that day! 5 YOU KNOW YOU KNOW! Its a friggin 5 (!!!!!!!!!!!!) Its like in the middle of 1 and 10 and if you round it off its equivalent to 10! OMG. Its like i achieved something! Whatever. Sleepover at aunt's house and i couldnt sleep! Probably my whole body was friggin itchy and there were mean mosquitoes everywhere! I couldnt take it! I CANNOT ENDUREEEE. Its hard you know you know! Having to endure with huge mosquitoes on your leg or wherever and what else? The size of the mosquitoe bite is like extremely big! Its like a size of a 50 cents coin! And i got 7 50 cents coin on my body! Know how itchy is that (?!?!?!?!?!?!?) 7, you know! SEVEN! S-E-V-E-N! Her friends came over and i made new friends! I felt so proud of myself! Im so sociable! (NOT SELF PRAISING OK) And i help to do 1001 things there! I helped Aida do her hair and i helped to perm Moo's hair, i think! YES! And Nazurah was so friendly! My aunt was smokin hot, i tell you! SHEILA was the most awesome (LAH!) I had so much fun laughing and going grugalaga and camwhore-ing and acting bitchy with them! OMG LAH. I swear, it was sucha a girl day thing! I want like that with my own bitches! Zakiah, go organise one! *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy told me that we'll be going holidays for a long period of time. OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. CANNOOOOOOOOOOT. Its gonna be LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG! But then again i cant wait! Ill be celebrating Hari Raya Haji with cousins at KL! First time! This is a golden opportunity for me and my family! I cant wait cant wait! Somehow, i cant wait for december hols! Ill just endure for another two more weeks in november, doing holiday homework and going to the park and enjoying nature and playing badminton with neighbour and hogging onto the computer and reading new moon and and calling up Hasyimah and then BAM! Comes December and it'll be hectic! Yes, i cant wait! Chalets and holidays and shit, hospital. D: Sigh. And i just realised that I miss Ameera! D: Its been quite a long time since ive last saw her! Dammnit. And most of all, I miss Syazwani. That phonecall was seriously not enough. Kept wanting to ring her up but was always distracted. Shoot. Her words were really touching that i even teared abit! And wow, next year, shes gone already. No more in PRSS. OMG, another hoo-hah thing for me. I dont even know if i could take it. Already having her not in band is ke-pooosh. NOT having her in school is another bigger thing. I wont see her! She'll be busy with school and all. OMG, not seeing Syawani in school is really weird and different and not normal! My school days are going to be abnormal! OMG NO! Its gonna be a big blow for me, i swear. DDDDDDDDDDDDD: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And know whaaaaaaaaaat?!?! KNOW WHAAAAT?!?! GOSSIP GIRL EPISODE 10 SUDAH RELEASE! Im so excited! Gossip girl is really nice you know! Even though its bitchy and all but the language used and the sarcasm is KE-BAM! Power, i swear. POWDERFUL OKAY! And heroes episode 8 came out already! Im currently watching it but i was hooked onto posting so yeah, ill hold it there. Im like addicted to some taiwan drama. Tsk. This is because of my itchy hands to type the websitse mysoju.com whaaaat! Bitch. And New Moon is making me daydream and dream and dream and dream and dream..... AGAIN. Its poisoning my mind with vampires and everything and its making me bite my nails till i have no more nails. (OKAY NO) Its making me scratch my head non-stop and giving that HUH face. Its making me wanna pee everytime it comes to the suspense portion. Its making me curl up into a ball on my bed whenever theres a bad scene. See what a book can do to me! This is baaaaad! How can a book do this to a poor innocent awesome woman!??! Its torture! And whaaaaaaaat?!?! Release date of twilight is on the 18 december. Do you know how how how how irritated i was?! How pissed i was?! I cannot control my temptation anymore for twilight okay! Hmph. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these few days, im so pissed. Hardcore pissed. For the fact that im terribly pissed with my own friend. My own close friend. Goddamnit. Youre like becoming something that i dont know. Im so pissed. Im more then concerned for you and im asking you whether youre okay and there you go answering me like im some kind of piece of shit. Who do you think you are? My mother? To answer me in that kind of thing? And you did not even bother to apologize. Yes, your moodswings are hell, i swear. One of a kind. But whatever it is, at least have the courtesy to be polite. Hmph. Some friend you are. Yeah, right. Ive been trying my best to tolerate with your shit and all and there you are, not even being appreciative. Not that im asking you to be but hello, at least try to be polite and have some etiquette. Not only you face some hardships in life okay. For all you know, there are 1001 people who are suffering more then you. Not only you have feelings okay. Im pissed for the friggin fact that youre so childish and youre being so im-right-and-no-one-else-is kind of human being. And yes, im being more of a bitch to post about this but really, you've crossed my limit of patience. I really really cannot endure anymore. So much for a friend. So much for friends forever. Ya rightttttttttttttttt. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seriously, im so scared. Im so scared for next year, idk why. Okay i know why. But nah, its not worth posting it here. Im just scared well things are gonna happen!!!! And duh, things are obviously gonna happen. Im scared of gaining new friends, really. Because once i gain new ones, ill be losing old ones. Its always gonna happen like that. I cant afford to lose people anymore! Ive had enough of losing so many people! In fact, ive lost my own best friend. NOT AMEERA. Well, karma. KARMA. Gosh i hate that word. I really hate it. But i have to love it. DUH. Anyway, prize presentation today was A to the WESOME! Sister was being so modest and omg, shes smart! Shes a brainiac! I SWEAR! SHES EINSTEIN! Like zomg, shes friggin smart. She has high dreams and goals. She told me she wants to beat Natasha Nabilah, that smart ass who got 294 for PSLE and its a record for Singapore. And yes, a MALAY. Shocking much? But im glad its a malay. AT LEAST, SHE BRINGS UP THE NAME OF MUSLIMS! For once, the malays is known for something and not just a minority. For once the malays is good in academic wise and not just for entertainment. OKAY BACK TO PRIZE PRIZE, sister is lijflijsdflisdjflsidjalis2401i49#$!@#!@!#%@%@#$!@ smart hardworking filial intelligent bright clever and everything! Im just like woaaaaaaaaaaaah. HAHAHAHHA. Smart girl, i swear. In the whole school, she got the most number of prizes, i tell you! Not that im boasting. Okay fine, maybe im boasting a teeny weeny bit! Yes, i have to be proud! AND IM PROUD TO BE HER SISTER! She won &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ST IN CLASS, 1ST IN STANDARD, BEST IN ENGLISH, BEST IN MATHS, BEST IN SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *gasps and smiles* Woah and she got $95 voucher and shes being a nice bitch and shes sharing it because she said that shes proud of me going into the class that she wanted for me. :/ IM SO HAPPY! Im gonna get a new book! Yay! *cheers* Congratulations sister, im so proud of you, Aqilah Dariah. I saw JUSTIN and AFIQ! And Justin gave me that i-know-you kinda look and yeah, it was justin! Was happy seeing him! Waved and my goodddd, his TALL. :/ Hugged Cikgu Fatimah and she told me se miss me so much! Talked about sub comb with Mrs Goh and Mdm Waheedah.  Mr Shafiruddin was being all funny. Mr Razlee complained to me about my sister being cheeky and he didnt know that she was my sister until NOW. =.= Dumbass. I was clapping and being so energetic for my sister! Go AQILAH go! YOU GO GIRL! KEEP UP! LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept looking at my time capsule since yesterday. I tried my best to tear but i cant. Probably its because its too fun looking at them one by one. I kept every single memory that i could ever keep in there. All the birthday cards. OMG. MEMORIES OKAY! P6 class photo was funny shitzxzs! I cannot even recognise myself. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. Okay whatever. I think im ending here. Yeah, im ending here. I want to continue watching heroes and movies! And to Tiara, im sorry for the loss. Im terribly sorry for you. You betta stay strong okay? I know you are so prove it! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-3223773574610216095?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/3223773574610216095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=3223773574610216095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3223773574610216095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3223773574610216095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/11/captains-and-cruise-ships.html' title='Captains and cruise ships.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SR0RuFlSIQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0b4QHE3W5sA/s72-c/DSCF2339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-6060422138861916135</id><published>2008-11-10T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:40:34.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurassic Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SRhGD1sIUGI/AAAAAAAAANs/ImYnJiHl8dM/s1600-h/Photo+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SRhGD1sIUGI/AAAAAAAAANs/ImYnJiHl8dM/s320/Photo+149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267036795975520354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure if i have the mood to blog. Because let me tell you the truth, my holidays wasnt good, like really. And yes the truth hurts! D: But then again, what can be done, you tell me? Whats done is done right? Everything seems so slow now. I swear, i dont like the first few weeks of holidays. Ive been slacking at home and hogging onto the computer. Please, tell me i dont have a life. No, theres no need. Hasyimah has already said and so did Amirul. Mygod i need to sit down and write down the things that need to be done. In fact i have tons of things to do but its just that those things that NEED to be done seem pretty disgusting. No, disgusting is not the word. The things that need to be done seems really whatever. Like its very essential but but but im not up to it. Like clearing up my primary schoolbooks. Yes, its essential for the fact that my room will more space but im not up to it because im not in the spring cleaning mood. I want to get out of the house. Actually, i did but it was only for a few days. The rest of the days i was stuck at home slacking and watching harry potter number 1 2 3 4 5 and staying up late to blog hop and look at the moon and stars. I told ya, your eyes are gonna get pretty heavy reading this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss alot of people actually! I miss being me with Ameera. I miss all the bitchfest and the phonecalls and complaining about everything with Syimah. I miss all the crazy and high convos with Zakiah. I miss my singing sessions and my letter writings to Izza. I miss my loveydovey convos with Farah. I miss my boobshakes with Susu. I miss my serious talks with Rosziati. I miss my super duper crazy bitchy talks with Evelyn. I miss sitting beside Ricky and i miss him irritating the shit out of me and also i miss him being that oh-so-caring guy. I miss Nabil being that kental shit guy who never fails to make me laugh during art and i miss telling him about well, lets say, about the problems i faced. I miss Qam being extremely competitive with me in Maths and badminton. I miss Johan telling me how bad he screwed up his science paper and encouraging me and motivating me! I miss Danial telling and bragging to me about his love life. I miss Syafie staring and smiling genuinely at me in the class. I miss Khairi and his OMG expressions. I miss Randal and his super cute jokes. I miss Joanne sitting behind me and sharing textbooks and pretending to pay attention with me. I miss Khalishah telling me that i can always try harder next time and ive given my best already. I miss Amirul and his crazy and very unique self. I miss Amirul Hakim and the awesome night chats! I miss Faisal and his hyperself. I miss Firdaus being the greatest. I miss Khairuzzaman and his cute face. I miss Ayie and his brother being stupid and dumb. I miss Hazmi and his laugh. (HAHA!) I miss Nabil A1 and his jerky yet funny texts. I miss Syazwani and her great advices. I miss Dayana and all the memories! I miss fazrina being slow with me. I miss Nazri being there for me. I miss James and his advices. I miss Yassar and his hello gesture to me. I miss Putra and his cute actions. I miss asyraf and his stoinkzxzxzz-ness. I miss Shafik and his whatever-ness. I miss Haikal and his poda. I miss Zulfarhan! I miss Maharah! Most of all, i miss Shafiq so much i tell you. DDDDDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE I TYPED THAT WHOLE CHUNK. Amazing. We had this surprise birthday party for Ameera and Izza! It was great seeing Ameera again. I suck at playing and acting okay! Well, for this event actually. It was really really difficult to beg Izza's mom, i swear. But we endured, DUH. And it was a blast, i swear (!!!!!!!!) Talking to Zakiah and understanding her instructions were extremely difficult, like really. You should try it. Even atika doesnt understand it okay, Zakiah! Haiyo. The bashing part was really unexpected. It was ACTUALLY supposed to be Izza and Ameera who will get bashed extremely crucial but no, all of us were bashed equally! And Anisah and Atika were being awesome, i swear! I wonder why do i only know them last year! Darn. And then something bad happened. Some asshole was acting so bitchy but heck. And we ran to some random block and fuhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Washed up and got scolded by mom for being late. Went TP on Saturday and wow, it was awesome. I love the kids there. They are all cute and well i wanna thank god. Thank god for giving me a shelter to live in. For giving me parents. For providing me all the things that i need. Thank you, god. Im really grateful, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still cant believe that next year is 2009. No, i still cant believe it. I still feel 14. Well, i am actually but once it reaches 1st january 2009, you know you have to act as a 15. But im not sure if i can live up to that. 15, that number sounds really weird. Its a 1 and a 5. And seriously, it sounds weird. Its like FIFteen. Theres a FIF there. =.= And 15 sounds hard. It sounds so difficult to catch up. It sounds so wrong. But then again, it looks beautiful on a paper. Take a pen and draw 1 and 5 and put them together. The 5 has this curve at the bottom. Well, it enhances on the blank paper that you have. Very pretty you know you know! So, maybe, being 15 isnt that bad after all. Yeah, obviously, whose life wont have ups and downs, you tell me? So, 15, there will be problems that you face but you can endure it and overcome it, right? Well, thats to my perspective of the number 15 and being 15. And obviously things are going to change in 2009. Like how 2007 changed. And we complained of all the memories and all the fun times we went through in 2007. And when we go into 2009, we'll be complaining of all the dramamamaz events that have taken place and all those field trips together and all the memories that we had in 2008, right? So yeah, life goes on and the cycle goes on and on and on. And omg, then its 2010! Know what does that mean?! Os!!!!!!! Talked to Luqman and Hanan about this going-through-sec-3 thing and hell yeah they give me awesome advices! Seriously this paragraph sounds like me being a psychologist who pretends to understand what they are saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. The word psycho reminds me of the movie untraceable. Its really good. Its about this guy who is a sadist! I kept jumping up and down watching that friggin movie! And Obama won! Im extremely happy! I read the newspapers and they said that if a black in america can be a president, why cant the malays and indians be prime minister in singapore? Yes, when i grow up, Im gonna bring up this matter again to the parliament or something and make a difference! Ill be awesome! Okay no, im already awesome. My god. *giggles* And Hasyimah lent me Twilight and New moon and im addicted to it! I love that meanie bitch of mine. Its my drug, baby. Oh no, im gonna dieeee. My mind is gonna be poisoned with vampires and all sorts of fantasy. Just like harry potter! This is really bad. And i feel that my hips are misplaced and dislocated siowzxzxz. Well theres a reason to it but no, im NOT gonna type it here. Its really embarassing. AND I DOWNLOADED THE NEW MSN! No, actually daddy downloaded it for me, but i love it! It has webcam and voice clip thingy and cute emoticons! And im jumping for joy. Like as if i rolled in money. And really, i found another drug. Sitting ontop of my table and gaze at the stars and moon. Seriously serious, November is very boring. I have to go back to school for CCAs and i have nothing to do at home. So tell me god, what should i do? BUT BUT BUT i cant wait for december! Going overseas and chalets and hospital. Okay hospital is not fun but the rest, awesome! And Straits Kitchen! Awesome or what you tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And im changing. Changing into something im not supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that humans are not supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that my mom is gonna kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that is gonna ruin myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that is gonna effect my eyes and exams, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that is really crucial and it can even cause side effects such as craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most importantly, it can affect my mood. Ill be tired and fatigued everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this change. I really hate it. Im changing into a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;................. NOCTURNAL PERSON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELP!&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/131315033596299670-6060422138861916135?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/6060422138861916135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=6060422138861916135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6060422138861916135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6060422138861916135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/11/jurassic-park.html' title='Jurassic Park'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SRhGD1sIUGI/AAAAAAAAANs/ImYnJiHl8dM/s72-c/Photo+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-4483891954103364992</id><published>2008-11-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:14:24.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decode</title><content type='html'>Im not sure whether its just fate or its just that im not careful.&lt;div&gt;My heart almost dropped right to my butt i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been having clumsy and shocking accidents at my house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyoyoyoyoyoh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to change. I cannot be clumsy anymore! Darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND AND AND I CANNOT WAIT FOR 21 NOVEMBER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SITI NUR HASYIMAH, HERE WE COME BAYBEH! *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tanjung pinang, here i comeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-4483891954103364992?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/4483891954103364992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=4483891954103364992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4483891954103364992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4483891954103364992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/11/decode.html' title='Decode'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-6027073473402704169</id><published>2008-10-28T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:00:33.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunt me now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SQdtv0uN_1I/AAAAAAAAANk/mF6CqocWKuM/s1600-h/Photo+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SQdtv0uN_1I/AAAAAAAAANk/mF6CqocWKuM/s320/Photo+237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262295357979492178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*This picture is definitely dedicated to zakiah for all the hardwork that we've put in. (NOT!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write about something. Something that starts with the letter H and ends with the letter S. Yeah, Holiday(S). Pretty much that. Did i ever tell you that im looking forward to holidays? Did i? Cause seriously, im erasing back whatever good things ive said about holidays. Because for your information, Im currently NOT enjoying holidays. Hear that, see that? NOT. Like really, holidays are not what i expected. Ive been pretty much finding stuff to keep me occupied and i have yet to ask mom for permission if she were to allow me go to those awesome things but wait a minute, i dont like the idea of me going through hell just to ask her for permission. Thats the period of time that i hate, the MOST. I dont like going through A LOT to ask mom for permission and everything. Its really troublesome, you know you know. So, im thinking twice to even bring up the subject. Mygod. But Kho seems like a really really nice guy. But how am i gonna tell my mom that i found him on the net and my mom will obviously be inserting the sentence 'How are you sure that you can trust him?' Yes, trust is really essential to everyone but well, sometimes, my conscience tell me that i am REALLY doing the right thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for Os to be over. Like really. Then, i can hold my heads up high and scream yahoooooo because then, i will be able to hang out with my bestest bestest cousins EVER! And ayie asked me to go watch HSM 3 with luqman and adi. And also, other people have also asked me to watch HSM 3. *giggles* AND FILZAH HAS ALSO ASKED ME! I hate being indecisive. Like really, i hate it. Its very difficult to cope you know. Being indecisive all can really portray what kind of person you will be in the future. And mygod, my mom said that i wont be able to get married because i wont be able to choose the right husband. [WTH!] Ya right. I swear, being indecisive is tough. Its a tough job but its in my genes or DNA and unfortunately, i cannot help it! Ill born indecisive and die indecisive. Okay thats harsh but true. Truth hurts but hey, this is reality right? In fact, i think im gonna be watching HSM 3 too much times. Because ive made up my mind. Im gonna watch with all of them, different days. Is that nice enough? I mean should i be nice and hurt myself (abit) by watching it over and over or be firm and only choose one and turn down the rest? REALLY, i need to be decisive! I mean what if i grow up and be president? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DONT LAUGH BECAUSE ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And if i were to be president, i have to make the right decisions right (!?!?) Then howwwwwwww? o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im feeling really really terrible right now. Im sorry to turn you down. Im sorry if ive made you cry or hurt. Im not ready, really. Its too fast and besides, im still young! I still have a long way to go. I still have my Higher Malay Os to worry about and 1001 more things. The last thing on my mind is THIS. Really really, not kidding. Tsk, darn. Imma bitch and you must know that. Ive hurt pretty much people and im amending my ways and everything. And ive hurt you now. So, i really need time. Other than that thing, im also feeling extremely sad right now! Im worried for you, loved one. Please take care. It hurts seeing you in a critical condition. Its really really hurtful. The minute i see you today again, its really painful for all of us. I cannot bear to be going through this anymore. And this time, if anything were to happen, i would want to be there. I promise. Wow, so much to do, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im gonna go back to band. I miss everyone and i really do. Ive been watching too much Tom and Jerry on youtube that i have no more laughs and i really wish to cry instead of laugh. Im sick of laughing, i swear. Its really irritating and whatever. Mygod, im comparing feelings. =.= And i went out with bestfriend today. We went crazy! And I saw Zakiah and Hasyimah and mygod, i thought they MIA (SIOL!) I was really contented seeing their faces! Bestfriend made me forget all the hardships that im currently facing and shit, we didnt get to complete our mission. Well, things were hard for the both of us. Kecoh sana dan sini! It aint good. But thanks bestfriend for everything! And the only exciting part of holidays is gonna happen in the end of november and december! Chalets bbqs twilight bitchfestzxzx videos schoolopenhouse malaysia love sad happy crazy (!!!!!!!!) Awesome or whaaaat? So, for the time being, im just gonna lay back and talk to my mom about ponies and rainbows. Shit, no, in fact, im gonna talk to my mom about the permission thingy. About that awesome thing i wanna do during holidays. Yes, im gonna do that. Wish me luck. :/ I dont know if im looking forward to 2009 and this was the exact same sentence i said when i was 2007 except the 2009 was 2008. Funny. I just realised that people change and well, its hard to unchange them. Tsk. Im currently addicted to the song angel and if i were a boy and love story and can i have this dance. Songs songs songs = BAD, somehow. There are alot of consequences okay! Damn. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and and and, i really miss Ricky. I swear, i miss Ricky too much. ): Darn darn darn. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, WHAT THE FREAKING WORLD??!?!?!!?!?!??!?! I JUST KNEW SOMETHING! WHAAAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?!?!?! WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?! GODDAMNIT, WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!??!?!?!? WHAAAT?!!? HOW COULD YOU???!?! What in the world did i do to deserve all this? Its coming one by one. Everything is coming one by one. I hate it, i really do. Maybe, ive done too much sins that i should deserve all this. Omg, this is too much for me to absorb. Really, too much. Wow wow wow. This is too shocking. I should have video taped the face that i produced upon knowing it. And i did got what i wanted. I wanted to cry instead of laugh. HAHA. I swear, today, now, right now, wednesday, 3:45am, i wished, just wished that i could have the power of invisibility. Like really, that superpower. Just for NOW. DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post seems really depressing but really, i cant help. Infinite sorries. XOXO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-6027073473402704169?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/6027073473402704169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=6027073473402704169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6027073473402704169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6027073473402704169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/10/haunt-me-now.html' title='Haunt me now.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SQdtv0uN_1I/AAAAAAAAANk/mF6CqocWKuM/s72-c/Photo+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-8751468036419602450</id><published>2008-10-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:01:46.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Miss 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SQATOqZcilI/AAAAAAAAANc/LtZ9WKIsjpw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SQATOqZcilI/AAAAAAAAANc/LtZ9WKIsjpw/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260225507388852818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i prefer last year's Last Day of School then this year. This year was too abrupt and i dont like it! This year was too short and i hate it! This year is too fast and i dont like it! This year is so NOT dramatic and its not fun! This year is so stoink, like robot and pfft, i swear i dislike it. This year is so unexpected and bam, i really really really dont like it! Yea, this year has been fun too, with friends that are awesome to complete my school phase. This year has been great with good results. (NOT!) Well, some of them actually. This year has been great with all the activities going around, like vivala, 080808 and so many more. This year has been great with all the bonding i had with my fellow classmates. This year has been pretty much awesome with all the fun fun times i had with my bitches. All those laughters and those arguments and those dramamamaz yang sungguh tak menjadi and mostly, the LOVE, seriously, i will never forget them! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2E7 was not what i expected a class to be. I thought i was gonna dislike it because 1E8 was fun and all and 2E7 seem so [inserts adjective] but wow, i was mistaken. 2E7 is a really lively people! Although it may be a teeny weeny racist and all, there was still racial harmony going on you know you know! We won the captain's ball and yes, it was really awesome and all of us were so proud of each other! We are always there to support one another in whatever we are weak in. Like in storm and even though our performance kinda sucked or whatsoever, we didnt care at all. The most important thing is that, all of us had a mindset that we had fun and thats all that matters. Another thing, 2E7, with an awesome teacher! Miss Annabel Ho is the most caring teacher ive ever met in my whole entire life. (not including Cikgu!) Miss Ho is really a wonderful person with a great personality. Seriously, shes made me improve my maths from C5 to A1. How coool is that?! I really hope that she will continue teaching me maths (!!!) Or more better, A maths!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got report book back and no, i didnt do a single bit good. I did terribly bad. Its really really bad that i dont know how to define bad. I think its worse, worser then any results you ever see. Like really, its too disastrous that i think my life will be over the minute my mom set her eyes upon those numbers and those letters with the curve which is C and the line with two inverted Cs, which is B. Im still here, waiting for that particular moment for my mom to step into my house and demand for my report book and ill unwillingly hand the report book back and she'll take just one minute for silence and one hour for lecturing. Im mentally prepared though. Somehow, im glad that my L1R5 improved but my level dropped! Like, dot dot dot? I was pissed, alot, with the fact that i cant get into E7 and its only eligible for E6! Darn. Well, to me, i think theres always a reason behind everything. And whats that friggin reason? Its because i didnt study hard enough. So, is it worth it having that mindset? Tsk. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had so called early lunch with babes at Macs. Izza wasnt there. ): We were all really kinda sad that it was the last day and yea, so much for reuniting! Bullshit, i guess. And omgmgmgmg, i dont know how its gonna be like for next year! Am i gonna be extremely sombong? Am i gonna be hanging out with the other express malay students? Am i gonna be isolated? Am i gonna be abandoning my current friends? Am i gonna be a total biatch? Am i gonna be a minah? Am i gonna be a geek? [I dont mind] Am i gonna be a backstabber? Mygod, this is seriously freaking out! Are my bitches gonna be minahzxz next year? Are they gonna be isolating me? Are they gonna be extremly hidung tinggi?! Well, i keep saying think positive but its seriously freaking me out! Well, expect the unexpected by next year! But but i think right, we will be too occupied with our own work and studies and all that we dont even have the time to be minahzxz or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hasyimah just had to make me cry. No, actually, seeing hasyimah and zakiah hugging is the thing that made me cry. And when hasyimah was telling me to promise that we will still call each other, that made me broke down. And hugging Ameera just had to make it worser. My god, writing is also gonna make me cry! Cry the equator, i suppose. Tsk! And omg, i dont care. Im still gonna go sch with Ameera. Im still gonna take 29 with her. Im still gonna go LP with babes to buy chocolate waffles. Im still gonna have recesses with everyone! Im still gonna call Hasyimah no matter what! Like maybe thrice a week? And im still gonna be an awesome DNT partner to Zakiah if we are in the same class or anything and im still gonna be talking bimbo with her on Msn. Im still gonna be hugging Izza whenever i see her. Im still gonna be Farah's girlf no matter what and Suhaila's boobshaker. Yes, i dont care! And i chose 3E7 as first choice. I dont think im gonna be in it cause my level position is way back and ill be praying hard to be in E7! I want history and not GEOGRAPHY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, im gonna be slacking at home for days and weeks and then, im gonna start revising back my geog topics and studies and all. Hey, holidays doesnt mean break all the way! And im gonna watch tons of movies! Movie marathon with babes is still on, i think? Watching high school musical with babes is a MUST MUST! Playing badminton with faisal one day is so SETTED! And maybe giving tuition to my cousin is good! At least, i think im gonna be occupied. *giggles* Im gonna miss 2008, pretty much. And now, 2009 is coming and then, ill be complaining again on how 2009 will suck and say that i miss 2008. Well, the cycle repeats again and again. REPETITION. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-8751468036419602450?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/8751468036419602450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=8751468036419602450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8751468036419602450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/8751468036419602450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-miss-2009.html' title='Hello Miss 2009.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SQATOqZcilI/AAAAAAAAANc/LtZ9WKIsjpw/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-9093985050376224138</id><published>2008-10-17T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:39:51.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds, tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since Amirul blogged a paragraph about me, I, Athira would like to dedicate this paragraph to him too. May you enjoy reading it or insulting it. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made a new friend! His name is Amirul but he calls himself Ahmeruull Sharshzzanneh which i find it so NOT COOL. But since Im awesome and i have to be extremely nice, i will therefore, say that its cool to a certain extent. But the extent is more to a large extent. So, im said to be NICE right? And he really has a very unique personality. Very unique for the fact that his awesome, but not as awesome as me and for the fact that his very very enthusiastic about everything! He has even odd phoebias which i find it really hilarious and cute and i AM NOT EVIL! I repeat, im not evil! In fact, im very very nice you know. I even gave him a technique to reduce his level of his phoebia-ness! And yet, being Amirul, he rejected my proposal and accused me of him being in newspaper later. (long story) He seems to be like a really noisy fellow and he is a human being that can really play along! I loikeeeeee! And he is extremely paranoid that he couldnt even lend me a tissue. AND AND not forgetting, his a total bimbo who makes his own life harder. Tsk. =/ Oh yes, i named him Amirul Fresto Pantino but he said 'YOUR HEAD!' and he said it was cool. So, in my opinion, i can portray him as a very indecisive person. And his a very mean brother that he doesnt want to tell his brother that he loves him. Therefore, in conclusion, Amirul is an awesome human being who cant makes decision and doesnt know how to express love to his younger brother. And to tell you the truth, he made my day today! So, i think his 99.01% awesome! *giggles*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira! *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-9093985050376224138?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/9093985050376224138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=9093985050376224138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/9093985050376224138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/9093985050376224138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/10/amirul-fullstop.html' title='Birds, tsk.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-1467113653807343577</id><published>2008-10-15T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:49:37.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPYeta5we1I/AAAAAAAAANM/4Go5jzEtyt0/s1600-h/RAYA+08+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPYeta5we1I/AAAAAAAAANM/4Go5jzEtyt0/s320/RAYA+08+213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257423380666153810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPYetsXSVaI/AAAAAAAAANU/KRK9BP4-M3g/s1600-h/RAYA+08+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPYetsXSVaI/AAAAAAAAANU/KRK9BP4-M3g/s320/RAYA+08+211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257423385353409954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPYeRd_KUsI/AAAAAAAAANE/dEUtCBGD_wI/s1600-h/RAYA+08+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPYeRd_KUsI/AAAAAAAAANE/dEUtCBGD_wI/s320/RAYA+08+214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257422900457788098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pissed. Terribly pissed. Extremely pissed. Pissed to the ultimate core. Hardcorezxz. Why oh why am i feeling this wayyyy? ASK MY SHITTY RESULTS. Just go ask it and you'll bloody know why. Wow, i thought im gonna be better by the end of year but hell no was i wrong? I mean damn me for not studying hard enough but then again right, i did study, i swear. Esp for maths and science. I really really really studied! And this is what i get in return?!?! And guess what? I didnt study a single shit for literature nor for my history (okay history, yes but not to a large extent) and yet, i could get pleasing marks. Can you frigginly believe that? Literature is like B3, Omgah. I mean, i didnt study at all, and science and maths, i worked my butt off and i couldnt get my aimed marks! This is too depressing! Its gonna make me cry a river, no, worse, a waterfall every single day! I dont loikeeeee! How am i gonna face my momma and show her my report book in my bloody hands? Maybe im gonna use superpowers and pyscho her mind. Duh, im a psycho maniac what. Or im just gonna impersonate as one of the teachers and tell my mom that i was kidnapped by a momok! Yes, im gonna do that! I could have gotten a bloody A for my bloody assholic Maths! Darn! Now im extremely pissed. Ive been doing yoga these few days but its not working for me! I swear, i need to see Qam for anger management or something. Mygod, ive been venting my anger at everyone esp my sister. And ive been a total biatch to everyone. Im gossiping and bitching about everyone! Thats extremely bad! Im gonna go to hell! I DONT WAAAAAANT! I DONT WANT TO BE BURNT INTO A MARSHMALLOW! Tsk, exaggerating but whatever. Malay results were okay, i suppose. English was one hell of a shit, getting a bloody pass was so expected, for ME. Getting a pass for geography was really not my scene because i swear up down center left right bottom that i worked my ass off for this subject. And what do i get in return? A C6. Wow athira. You did it! *cheers* Art was so irritating, esp with everyone discriminating my art piece. I was doing it too, to myself. =.= I mean yeah, i know my art sucks but whatever alright? Was actually pissed but i tried not to be. Duh, my art looked like stupid sunflowers and i got A2 and well, everyone wasnt satisfied. Darn. Friends. Tsktsk. Only i can discriminate it (ah!) This paragraph contains too many hatred and pissed-ness so im terribly sorry i didnt warn you earlier. Ooooooops. :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is ending, heartbreaking news but im actually happy though! Idk why but for the first time of my life, im so contented that school is actually ending. I will be missing my friends terribly, like (DUH!) but i think im contented for the fact that ive gone through too much this year that i really need a break. Yeah, a break. You know, break? Where for a period of time, its just YOURSELF kinda day. Where you reflect and talk and think by yourself. With no one to interupt your privacy and whatever shit youre doing on your own. Yes, that kind of break. Yeah, theres well, been too much thats been going on this year. From studies to friendships to whatever is after that, yeah, its been too much and well, i need a stop for all this. No, a halt. Not for the friends part. For school. Dramamamaz is like infinity for this year. Haywire-ness in friendships are a part of them and mygod, it was so dramamamaz! I can say that its fun and all but its tiring. Having to endure with it for almost a year, you really have to absorb alot you know. You need to have an extremely huge brain or a huge memory space to menggarap semua pengetahuan ini. Tsktsk and i dont have that huge damn brain. So, if you shoot me information at one go, my mind's gonna freeeze which has happened this year, too much. Thats why, BREAK. *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive started on confession letters already! Im so proud of myself! Im still halfway in my thing for Syimski. (: And ive only started on ONE confession letter BUT OI! Its at least something! Im proud of myself okay! At least i dont watch movies all day and spoil my eyesight and have thick owl glasses around both my eyes in the future! AND OMG, TALKING ABOUT EYES, IVE BEEN PUTTING CUCUMBER ON MY EYES AND EYE CREAM ON MY EYE AND MY EYEBAGS ARE REDUCING! Its that cooool or whaaaaaaat? Im really really happy for myself! Eyebags are three quarter gone! Yay me! And guess what?!?!?! I need a storybook. I want the New Moon book thing. The sequel of the twilight? And shitz, harry potter is coming out next year, in june. Bloody shitz betul! Hello, a harry potter fan here is waiting! :/ My mom has been asking me to mark her worksheets and i find it so cool. I can actually exercise my arm by marking. Wow, im so proud. And ive been watching movies, irrelevant movies! Thats bad you know. B-A-D!!!!! Really badddd! I should be doing something more useful and not waste my time texting or watching movies or online! Its really really bad for my future! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damnit, SCHOOL IS ENDING! AND NOW IM REALLY FREAKING OUT BECAUSE I JUST FRIGGIN REMEMBERED AT THIS VERY MOMENT THAT NEXT YEAR, WE WONT BE IN THE SAME CLASS ANYMORE. Well, if we are, it will be a miracle, right? I MEAN OMGAH, IM DESPERATE TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS AS ONE MY BITCHES OR DUDES OKAY! I need, and this is not WANT. THIS IS NEED! I CANT SURVIVE WITHOUT ANY OF THEM! AND OMGAH, NEXT YEAR, GUYS = LONG PANTS! Girls will be having a hell fun of a time laughing at the guys on the first day of school! I SWEAR, IM GONNA MISS 2E7!! IM GONNA MISS MISS HO (LAH!!!) ALAMAK, this is not good! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. CAN I LIKE GO BE EMO TODAY? CAN I BE DEPRESSED AND USE EVERYTHING BLACK? This year is suay, i usually say it but there are wonders too in it. Knowing new people and losing old ones, tsk. This year has taught me many lessons. People change, and i think im used to it! Darn. Alamak, my eyes are getting heavy. I think i want to have my beauty sleep! Chaoz! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pictures above are hari raya, second day. Ignore my pyscho face. *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-1467113653807343577?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/1467113653807343577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=1467113653807343577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1467113653807343577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1467113653807343577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/10/definition-of-school.html' title='Definition of School!'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPYeta5we1I/AAAAAAAAANM/4Go5jzEtyt0/s72-c/RAYA+08+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-4393777719575042</id><published>2008-10-11T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:52:03.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new circle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPC9I7nFmTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S_i6NaQvE58/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPC5iJSpnII/AAAAAAAAAME/FE5jlE-ormA/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255904761402203266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPC5ik-IoQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZN0txDAv4Ps/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPC5ik-IoQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZN0txDAv4Ps/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255904768832348418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe what zakiah cannot believe that both of us cannot believe that i actually went jalan raya with my friends! Zomg. It wasnt what i expected. I expected it to be more dramamamaz but instead, i got humiliated and embarassed and pissed and excited and many tragedies took place. I felt so sorry for Yassar's grandad and Amsyar for just leaving us JUST like that without a word but yeah, its okay though. It was kinda rushing actually. Qam's house was the best! All the adventure that we had in the room and in the toilet was really exciting and fun. Couldnt stop laughing at how zakiah and syimski prayed. Mygod, you have to observe their faces. *giggles* His grandma was really really extremely nice! I loikeeeeee~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling in the bus against people repeatedly was just now what i wanted it to happen. It was embarassing, for sure. Having laughed by shafiq and nabil because i didnt know whats bodem. No, actually, it was bodek and i thought it was bodem. And nabil said bodem was a game and i was stupidly naive and actually believed. Tsktsk. How paiseh is thaaaaat? Having a one-to-one conversation with nabil at ashraf's house was really awesome. Its like the art times! Asking from ashraf's mum for a safety pin for my kain was so the segan. Darn! Knowing that my flatties' sole came out was just now what i expected! It was really hard to walk, i swear. Walking to haziq's house for half an hour or so was so tiring but fun. Getting pushed by zakiah near the water was seriously shocking and frightening. People getting the wrong ideas pissed me off, like totally. Knowing that the guys took my cat's ball was really annoying! Getting to carry Izza's cat was awesome shit! And observing how khairi took out his contacts was really really fun! I dont mind all the shits that happen on that day because i was super grateful that i got to go out. Walking home alone beside the forest was freaky, yet cooling and enjoyable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i love that day despite all the !@!@$!@$!#$^%&amp;amp;@$ events that occured. Yessa, i enjoyed it. I hope i can go for the second round, cant wait! *screams* I spent my friday, pathetically. Like seriously, it was so dumb and whatever. The fun part was the part where i talked on the phone with syimah. That was the only fun part. Oh yes, the most shocking thing happened to me too. I finally received a text message from the person whom i have been longing to talk to. Like wow, my prayers were answered. I was seriously stumped by all of it. Im glad everything is back to normal. And wow, i feel weird though seeing someone taking my place. Its kind of awkward you know. It sucks actually, to be frank but then again, this is life. Like darn, its life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i regretted telling what my huge mistake was. I regret even hinting it. And now, its so weird! Shit shit shitty bang bang! Damnit, i shouldnt have done that. DAMNIT. Everythings going haywire! Now i dont feel like going on Monday. Tsktsk. I shouldnt have even mentioned about it until later. Whatever, im gonna stop doing it. IM GONNA STOP, I DONT FRIGGIN CARE! This is bad for everyone, for me, for you, for her, for him! ITS BAD FOR GOODNESS SAKE! BAAAAAAAAAADD! Ugh. And omg, did i tell you what happened?! I friggin cutted my precious hair! I friggin cut it short! See my first picture man, like shit, i know, so, shut up. Shitzxz siolzxzxz. :O I want my old hair backkkkkk! Im lost without it. :/ Im making wrong decisions lately. Making the wrong decision for cutting my hair. The wrong decision to mention about the huge mistake. The wrong decision to choose the right donut flavour. The wrong decision to waste my friday. The wrong decision to sleep late and watch movies. The wrong decision to watch beauty and the beast over heroes. Pfft. Im indecisive! Tsk! Dont be like me cause you'll regret, for the rest of your life. =/ Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-4393777719575042?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/4393777719575042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=4393777719575042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4393777719575042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/4393777719575042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-circle.html' title='A new circle.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SPC9I7nFmTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S_i6NaQvE58/s72-c/Image055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-3458964324120967791</id><published>2008-10-04T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:33:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Rayaaaaaaaaaaaaa~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SO4Gw6kFxxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2Nd8MsIIwk/s1600-h/DSCF2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOyetYBmkUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OAeEN23oOWM/s320/DSCF2269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254749367615000898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOyeVs5ITNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y5mkHXhlAMk/s1600-h/DSCF2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOyeVs5ITNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y5mkHXhlAMk/s320/DSCF2249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254748960899747026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOyd7dZkGNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZSBkwcqk_RA/s1600-h/DSCF2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOyd7dZkGNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZSBkwcqk_RA/s320/DSCF2236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254748510064220370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOydj2u3J_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/SW-vsMsoyks/s1600-h/Image044.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOydj2u3J_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/SW-vsMsoyks/s320/Image044.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254748104547575794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hari Raya? Selamat Hari Raya? Aidil Fitri? Maaf Zahir? Dan Batin? All mistakes are kindly forgiven by me! *giggles* OMG THIS YEAR'S HARI RAYA IS 1001 TIMES MUCH BETTER THEN LAST YEAR, I SWEAAAAR! I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE IT! THERE WAS SO MUCH DRAMAMAMAMAZ IN IT! LIKE TOO MUCH! TOO MANY EMOTIONS RANGING FROM SAD HAPPY ANGRY PISSING OFF CRAZY RETARDED LOVE! OMGZXZXZXZXZ! I LOVEEEE THIS YEAR'S HARI RAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! YESSS, I DOOOOOOOOO! IT  WAS SO THE AWESOME! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHLALALALALALALALALA! IM HEAD OVER HEEEEEELS WITH THIS YEAR'S HARI RAYAAAAAAAAA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, wow, that was really really expressive. See all those exclamation marks and everything? A to the WESOME! Seriously speaking, i love this year's hari raya! I know that its already been 8 days after hari raya but im really semangat and enthusiastic in talking about it! *giggles* So, yeah! Meeting up with cousins and having fun and just going crazy is really unexpected. I thought this year's hari raya is gonna be like what? Boring and dull but hell no, it was fun and great and everything that defines awesome! Like serious shit! [: Eve of hari raya was really really hectic and chaotic! Helped momma cook rendang okay! Titik peluhku telah pun dibayar! Seriously, it was alot of work done okay! And know whaaaaaaaaaat!?!? I LOVEEEEE MY BOOMERANG! Its actually a kuih raya i made and the name is something merang so i called it BOOMERANG! Yes, its so delicious! Yum yum! :/ Anywayy, didnt get to watch salam lebaran! D: I was devastated, heartbroken or whatever. And after cooking everything and arranging my room and changing bedsheets, i studied! OH YES! TALKING ABOUT BEDSHEETS! GUESS WHAT COLOUR IS MINEEEE?!?!?!?!??!?!?! PINKKKKK AND PURPLEEEEEEEEEEE! Oooooooooooh, im addicted to it. It makes me go 'OMG, ITS SO PRETTY!' My room was once like a pig sty and ke bam! Now, its spick and span! Lovelaye! OH YES OH YES! I called everyone up! Okay, maybe not everyone. I didnt get to call Johan,Syafie,Syafiq and Haikal and Khairi. Johan's handphone was abit retarded, so couldnt hear. Syafie, his phone was engaged. Syafiq, i totally forgotten about him. Haikal, no idea whats the no and Khairi didnt pick up cause he was in the car with his parents. The phone call i enjoyed the most was with Farah boyf and Nabilly Amsyar. Hilarious, i tell you! The phone call i disliked the most was with Nabil A1 and Hazmi but whatever, my intention or tujuan was to ask for forgiveness and i did get their forgiveness so yeah, i achieved my mission though! *smiles* And i couldnt stop singing hari raya songs all over again when i was studying and bathing. LIKE OMGAH. I was seriously enthusiastic for HARI RAYA! You could see the word ENTHUSIASTIC printed clearly, bolded on my face! I loikeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HARI RAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THIS VERY VERY DAAAAAAY! 1ST OCTOBER 2008! Yes, i love this day like to the ultimate core. It was really really worth it. This day, this very day, i would never want this day to end. This day is super special and its too special that i cannot stop saying that its really special. I had to wake up extremely early! 9:30, you! 9:30!!!! YOU KNOW HOW EARLY IS THAT?! I had to wake up one hour earlier then my usual wake up time! Thats pure mean and evil! Tsktsk. :/ Had to arrange the kuih-muih on the table and everything. Checked if everything is in good condition before changing! Camwhore-d with sister like wow! OH YES, THIS PART THIS PART! THE ASKING FORGIVENESS MINTA MAAF PART! Oooooooh, dramatic dramatic! Mom called all of us into their room. Sat and me and my sister laughed and laughed and laughed. Its a kind of exercise you know. Its like laugh as hard as you can before you cry, so you wont laugh later. Asking forgiveness with my mom was really dramatic. I tried my very best to NOT cry but when i saw tears rolling down her face, it made me cry a river. Yes mommy, ive done too much sins to you, i know that. It was really a mother-daughter thing y'know. Had the most warmest hug ever from daddy. It was awkward at first asking forgiveness from daddy cause well, idk, because its not NOT awkward? =.= Daddy told me he wanna see me in tudung next year. Insyallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy gave me money and all and we took pictures! LOADS AND LOADS OF PICTURES! I actually asked forgiveness from my sister, like OMG. I ACTUALLY ASKED FORGIVENESS FROM THAT BITCH WANNABE! I ACTUALLY DID! Wow. Taking pictures with my family was really awesomexz. Headed to grandpa's place. AND FUYOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HIS HOUSE IS GIGANTIC I TELL YOU! GIGANTIC TO THE MAAAAAAAZXZXZ! HE ACTUALLY HAVE A FRIGGIN WATERFALL AND A FRIGGIN POND IN HIS FRIGGIN ENORMOUS HOUSE! I told my aunt when he poops, he poops GOLD. [: My cousins were cute and funny cause they are little toddlers who says PUNYA as PUNYEH. Cute shit huh? My mom actually asked me and my aunt to mark her compositions. WOW. And momma paid $10. CHEAP LABOUR OKAY! ): And there was this sentence in one of the compositions which was, 'ATAN! AKU TAK MAHU MATI PASAL AKU MASIH MUDA!' I laughed my ass off to myself. *giggles* UNCLE LANDORD AND AUNTY LYNN CAMEEEEE BACKKKKKK AND IM SO CONTENTED!! But then, like what i said, there were alot of emotions included. Got the most drastic news from grandpa about his sister. Was really stumped and shocked though. Like my god, doctors arent so nice and the people-who-cures-other-people after all! Tsk. o_O Again, took pictures! And finally, i got to take a picture with Aunty LYNN before she leaves again. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed at grandpa's house for like 4 hours when we only wanted to stay for 2 hours. Haiyoh. Headed to grandma's house, dad's side. Went there to find out that my uncle is actually back from America. It was kinda awkward to see my cousin after what had happened. My other other cousins come flooding in like ants after that and everyone said the same old thing. 'Dah anak dara ahhhh!' WITH THAT OMG FACE. LIKE THIS FACE. :O And omg, my cousins are all grown up! 16-22 years old! OMG. Toooook so many pictures together gether! Abang Farhan has this camera, you know the camera where people now use to put in friendster, those cameras with huge lenses like the vogue vogue kinda cameras. Yes, that kind of camera! Played with it~ And wow, my dad's side is so hectic and chaotic and dramatic and so bimbotic! Had so many ideas on how to take pictures! Arranging ourselves on the stairs? =.= Hectic kecoh! ALL THE MAKCIKZZXZ AND THE PAKCIKZXZ AND THE MINAHZXZ AND THE MAT REPSZXZ ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILYYY! Yes, i love all them with all my heart, i swear. I really do. Amin. Asking forgiveness from my cousin was extremely awkward. Like really. It was super hard because like duh, ive done alot of dosa and sins to him which was really severe. Darn. 8O Took pictures with family and grandma and grandpa only and awwwww, it was so family-y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to grandma's, mom's side next. She looked really fatigued. I mean who wouldnt? Having to go to KL on the eve of hari raya and coming back at night to welcome your children back? Tiring whaaaaaaatzxz. My face was seriously tensed and cramp because i was worrying like shit for maths. It was already like what 11pm and exams are on the next day. Obviously my face will be like omg-shit-tmr-is-exam kinda face. Tense gila babz okay my face. Dont play play. And i think my little cousin saw how cramp my face was and i swear i had this hilarious and irritating conversation with her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: Kakak tiwa, smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira: Tak leh, kakak besok have exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: Besok apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira: EXAMMMMMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: Exam apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira: Exam End of Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: End of Wear apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira: End of Year lah, maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: Maths apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira: Maths, 1,2,3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: 1,2,3 apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira: =.= Takper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: Takper apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athira: NVMM, ITS OKAY. KAKAK BESOK EXAM BESOKKKKKKK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erdina: Oh, exam besok. bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she walked away, leaving me irritated and laughing my ass off. Yeah, my face wasnt cramp anymore and know what happen next?!?! THE MOST PANICZXZ AND THE MOST OMGGZXZXZ DRAMAMAMMAZ HAPPENED TO MEE!!!! I was busy walking happily, okay not happily, just walking to the table to take my darling camera, when i saw a beetle. I wanted to take my camera but the beetle was on my camera! So, i just swipe the beetle away. It took me alot of courage okay! And that beetle buzzed away. So, i sat down, tidied up my kebaya and look at my camera. THEN YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?!?!?!?!?!??!?! OMGGGGGGG, SUDDENLY, I REALISED THAT THE BEETLE WAS ON MY BAJU ALL ALOOONG! I WAS LIKE OMG OMG OMG OMG AND I SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AND I WAS DOING THAT 'HELP ME! HELP ME!' FACE! There was a freaking beetle on my baju for like what 6 minutes and i didnt realise it! Like omgzxz, it was so scary and freaky and ugh! And my hair on my hand all stood up like kapow! OMG. OMG OMG OMG OMG. It was the most scariest thing ever! I ever got a grasshopper that was on me and now a beetle! OMG LAH! And that lizard that was under the plate. Darn, i hate insects. I hate hate insects! Enemies forever (ah!) Damnit. And i was humiliated. Everyone was having their fun time laughing their asses at me while i was trying my best to overcome my trauma. Goddamnit. Took pictures after that and asked forgiveness and all. All that mushy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed back to my grandma's sister place. All my cousins were there, waiting. I didnt get to see luqman! ): Damnit. So in the end, went back at ard 1+, coming to 2. What i can say about this day is that i never want this day to end, i swear. This year was in fact the bestest hari raya ive ever had in my whole 14 years. Like really. This year, there was alot of bonding, laughing, crying and everything. I managed to take loads of pictures and yes, i love it. I get to see distant cousins and i got to see rahman! YES! I got to see Rahman who was my primary friend who turned out to be my distant cousin. This year was really undescribable. Although there were like disputes going on, its hari raya man! Forgive and forget eh haziq? Yes, forgive and forget! Look into the future now! What lies ahead for us! I loveeeeeeee 01102008. Its my drug.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what im doing now? Im watching sinar lebaran at youtube. I love that that short guy. Awesome and cute shitz man! *giggles* Exams are finally over like fuhhhh! Im jumping for joy. I want to eat jellybeans.~ Idk why but i just felt like saying that. Tsk. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heroes are back! Season 3, power but complicated. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-3458964324120967791?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/3458964324120967791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=3458964324120967791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3458964324120967791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/3458964324120967791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-rayaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Selamat Hari Rayaaaaaaaaaaaaa~'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SO4Gw6kFxxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2Nd8MsIIwk/s72-c/DSCF2237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-1023746329263120982</id><published>2008-10-03T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:30:50.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody nobody but you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; 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font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;WATCH AND OBSERVE OUR REACTIONS, OUR SYIOK SENDIRI-NESS, OUR RETARDED-NESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Yes, this is the other side of us which you've never seeeeeen~ *giggles*&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/131315033596299670-1023746329263120982?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/1023746329263120982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=1023746329263120982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1023746329263120982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/1023746329263120982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/10/nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='Nobody nobody but you!'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-6487519141219741186</id><published>2008-09-30T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:39:01.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOHxtNYdBmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vebJCMKxVi0/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOHxtNYdBmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vebJCMKxVi0/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251744399479342690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat, selamat, selamat HARI RAYAAAAAAA! Just 8 more hours, insan insan Muslims. Just 8 more freaking hours and youre one month of fasting is really really really really, extremely worth it!!!!!!!! So, let me recite my speech. It may be emotional, extremely emotional or it may just be a piece of cake for my dearest ones. Here it goes,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna apologise to Ameera bby for clearly everything, from being a lousy bestf to the arguments to the fights to the misunderstandings to the doubts. Im sorry Zakiah for all those DNT pissing off moments i had with you. Im sorry Hasyimah for all the misunderstandings that took place, which i think HARDLY we had. Still, im sorry. Im sorry Izza for pangseh-ing you a couple of times. Okay, maybe alot of times. Im sorry Rosziati for how i treated you lately, the cold shoulder and all. Im sorry Haziq for everything, from being a lousy bestf and for the 1001 fights we had. Im sorry Nabil Amsyar for all the misunderstandings we had and those fights we had in the art room. Im sorry Qamarul for those nicknames i call you like loser and kental and being so competitive with you in maths and badminton. Im sorry Khairi if i ever were to say anything that has hurt your feelings like at the rubrics competition. Im sorry Yassar for being rude at you a couple of times. Im sorry Syafie for ignoring you or jeling-ing at you in class. Im sorry Johan if i ever did anything wrong to you that hurt your feelings or anything, which i think hardly too but still, im sorry. Im sorry Danial for bitching about you a couple of times. Im sorry Haikal if i ever were to say anything that were to hurt your feelings. Sorry Firdaus for all the pissing off moments we had and those attitudes i give you. Im sorry Syazwani for everything that i did to you, from those hard moments we went through in band and all. Im sorry Farah boyf if i fought with you over small things and it became a big thing. Im sorry for those cold shoulders i gave you. Im sorry Suhaila tetek if i were to say something that were to hurt your feelings or whatsoever. Im sorry dayana and fazrina for everything. And i mean everything. From the cold shoulders i give you these past few weeks to the i-dont-give-a-damn attitude. Im terribly sorry. Im sorry Atiqah for anything that ive done to hurt your feelings or anything. Im terribly sorry, hugger. Im sorry Faisal for asking you too many questions and always having you to put up with my bad mood and all. Im sorry Hazmi for always not replying your smses. Busywoman ok! Im sorry Nabil A1 for particularly everything. I think ive done ALOT of wrong to you. So yeah, im sorry! Im sorry Alifah if i ever were to bitch about you regarding band. Sorry. Im sorry Luqman Nur Hakim for everything. From that huge huge fight we had, im really sorry for everything. Im sorry Nazri for anything that ive said that sakitkan hati you. Im sorry Syarifah for being sucha bitch to you this year. Im sorry Maharah for being sucha bitch to you too. Im sorry Nabilah for calling you a bitch. Im sorry Cikgu Haris for everything! Im sorry Afiq for hurting your feelings in whatsoever way. I think im done. Emotional much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum things up, i wanna apologise to everyone, everyone out there, who knows me, or who doesnt. Whatever. I wanna apologise to all of you if i ever were to insult you in the face or to bitch about you that really hurt your feelings. I also wanna apologise if i ever were to shout at you or give you that sulking face or be rude. I may portray to you all the bad side of me, or should i say the evil and bitchier side? Yes, and im terribly sorry for that. Im really really sorry! Thats what hari raya is for, right? Its about forgiving and forgetting the mistakes that we've commited. I really am sorry, makhluk makhluk Muslim. I hope you all will forgive me! *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-6487519141219741186?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/6487519141219741186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=6487519141219741186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6487519141219741186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/6487519141219741186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eW0UBXWZh80/SOHxtNYdBmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vebJCMKxVi0/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-760036508964805018</id><published>2008-09-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:59:49.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The key to survive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! Im officially panicking, full stop. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I need to do yoga but im too preoccupied with exams! I WANNA MUGGGGGGGGG BUT SOMETHING IS STOPPING ME AND DUH, its so obvious its Miss Computer! IM PANICKING PANICKING PANICKINGGGGG! EXAMS ARE IN 5 MORE DAYS AND I HAVENT TOUCHED MY HISTORY AND GEOGRAPHY TEXTBOOKS! But however, i achieved something today. I learnt science today. I learnt transfer of heat and expand and contraction of heat! See, i completed my mission! BUT BUT BUT! I STILL GOT A FRIGGIN 13 MORE CHAPTERS IN SCIENCE TO GO! AND HARI RAYA IS COMINGGGG! AND IM GOING GAY-LANG TOMORROW AND BAKING COOKIES! How am i gonna cope?! How am i gonna survive this ordeal?!? OH NO! IM IN A HUGE MAJOR CRISIS! And guess what?! I slept! Ooooooooohlalalallalaa, i slept for 3 hours. How coool is that? Wow athira, so much for waking up at 4 to study. =.- In the end, slept all the way to bukaaaaa! NOW, IM GONNA STICK MY BUTT TO THE CHAIR AND OPEN MY SCIENCE TB AND STUDY LIGHT! Yes! Im gonna do that! And you know what? MY HOUSE IS PAINTED WITH MAROOOOON COLOUR! So the beautiful! *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131315033596299670-760036508964805018?l=aisforathira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/feeds/760036508964805018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131315033596299670&amp;postID=760036508964805018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/760036508964805018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131315033596299670/posts/default/760036508964805018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisforathira.blogspot.com/2008/09/key-to-survive.html' title='The key to survive.'/><author><name>athiraaaa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775848949396948975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131315033596299670.post-3286616947333490664</id><published>2008-09-18T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:54:08.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just another feeling thats gonna subside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SNJPWxP2H_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/xvjEOyunxgo/s1600-h/Image072.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eW0UBXWZh80/SNJPWxP2H_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/xvjEOyunxgo/s320/Image072.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_52473437684355
