<?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-634299985854631885</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:31:18.360+08:00</updated><category term='how I wish I can post something on this iPod. i can&apos;t post anything else. aww.'/><title type='text'>Spec's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5279760398941178927</id><published>2009-01-26T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:28:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://azharrrrr.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5279760398941178927?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5279760398941178927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5279760398941178927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5279760398941178927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5279760398941178927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-9117861058940688979</id><published>2009-01-20T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:56:42.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I didn't notice I was at the edge. I stumbled and was in the same boat as the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since the last 2 days, I had only 12 hours of sleep. Including the 4 hours of uncomfortable sleep on the sofa just now. I do have the right to be tired right? Oh-kay so what I said I would, you were at home the whole day and you expect someone who just got back from school to do your errands? Hmm, didn't you have time of your own when we were in school, and you keep claiming that we can't be the ones always tired when we were at home all day. How 'bout you? Like all is said and done, what goes around comes around. I wasted 1 hour purposely, after tearing. My eyes are tired from it, the lack of water intake makes my eyes even dryer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the words ran out of my mind=.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, it's not always that I have a tiff with Mum. And I just said in the previous post about family problems. Contradicting huh! Add. Math test tomorrow, and I so feel I'm not ready. Even after doing my differentiation worksheet alright and going through all the questions with Roger on Sunday. Vocabulary 'test' just now was lucky, I got to sit at the last moments of the thang. And I'm looking forward with working with Mrs Haffidz to achieve my results this year, it's gonna be thrilling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, hearing music and blogging simultaneously is so not gonna help in blogging. I've lost more words. My words can stand alone, so they run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life will give you hell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-9117861058940688979?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/9117861058940688979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=9117861058940688979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9117861058940688979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9117861058940688979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/crushed.html' title='crushed!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6848995854740524947</id><published>2009-01-18T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:04:20.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill the limbo, bby</title><content type='html'>After days of being away, my laptop is back from the hands of Myra. So the dramatic! Haha. Saturday, Saturday! Ended like 55 minutes ago, and I'm still hyped up. Oh-tay, woke up near to noon and met Myra at the bustop to take my laptop back. And I accompanied her to Elias. Plan was to study around 2.30pm. But I ended up going out at 3.05pm due to some complications. Sat under Myra's block till around 3.58pm and went to 638, where Roger picked us up to Elias Mall. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paiseh. &lt;/span&gt;Went to Ain's house after that and started doing our work. Helped Ain with her art and I hope, she'll straighten out her priorities. Homed around 9pm. I am so into time today, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who have family problems, I can just say this. You can't fight fire with fire, the problem will just grow bigger. And please, sit down and talk nicely, please. It's so difficult to see my friends talking to their parents nicely. NICELY, not shouting or throwing vulgarities at each other. It does happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't love, we can't live. Love, is the roots to the tree, the foundation of all relationships. Everyone needs it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/634299985854631885-6848995854740524947?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6848995854740524947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6848995854740524947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6848995854740524947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6848995854740524947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/kill-limbo-bby.html' title='kill the limbo, bby'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7813600959372472540</id><published>2009-01-13T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:38:20.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long?</title><content type='html'>It seems too long that I had blogged. So last Friday, we had the CCA thingy, followed by s short band practice and if I'm not wrong, I went to CP to have dinner. Our plan was to go have dinner and enjoy the campfire at PSS. And we did. I think we, Kiwi, M, Ah-ma Koh, Aunty Sam and Tatali were more 'high' than the others. We joined them in the mass dance. Yay! Went to Tampines and homed around 12MN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 11am and went out at 11.30, heading to Seng Kang to go to NYP Sabrina and her sister. So we went to NYP, what else, I checked the Aerospace Electronics and somethings else. I got to play with the airplane stimulator and landed the plane. I've got potential! Then we headed to Ngee Ann, Sabrina's sis went off and we only managed to take some brochures and head back home. Reached home and sent Mummy to the bustop. Went down to play soccer at the hall with the usual peeps at ended up playing Twister till 5am at someone's house. We tried to play with our butts, hair, ellbows and knees. And I swear, I can't help but laugh all night long. Left Butt on Purple Bby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was like a boring day for me as I did my Add. Maths homework at home like no ones business, and in the end, Roger texted me saying he can't make it for tomorrow. Wasted my time, I could have done my English. And I give up on my English man, I hope Mrs Hafidz gives us a chance (:0 Mondays are going to be a hassle as I have to wake up like any other days due to the Milestone test. MT's next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the 4E5Ns take their results just now, I was surprised that someone can get 6 points, I shall be the next one^^ Hehe! You shall see. A few moments ago, I was really angry with someone and marched out of the house like no one's business. Lucky my sis knows where I hid 'it'. I almost forgot that Ain and Myra was going to pick up something from my house, I had no choice but to tell sis. She's going away for camp sei! From Tuesday to Friday. ;D Shall take very opportunity to do things(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I need someone new, just to talk to. Maybe you?" to N. A. S.&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/634299985854631885-7813600959372472540?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7813600959372472540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7813600959372472540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7813600959372472540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7813600959372472540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/long.html' title='long?'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-8470397302169672378</id><published>2009-01-09T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:55:21.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>It's 1.48 in the morning and I'm still awake, waiting for the movie clip to be converted so that I can get a good morning's rest. Well today, or I can say yesterday, was actually a fun day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Temasek Polytechnic today, and I swear I'm in love with the Aerospace Electronics course! It's so interesting, it's like what my mum is doing right now at work. So I went to Tampines to do some admin and bought myself a new wallet, at last. Now I can remember to bring both my phone and ez-link to school. And my phone broke down, so I'm using Sabila's spare, thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain, Amirah and I initially planned to go cycling but due to some natural problems, we didn't. We ended up doing our stuffs at McDonalds. After that we walked for a while and Ain and I headed to Ain's crib, while Amirah went home. So I was doing my work, not thinking about the headache I was having and went home around 1. And guess what?! Ain and I did some camwhoring and some stupid stuff through MSN. Despite the fact we were beside each other, we IMed each other as if we were miles apart. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today, there'll be the CCA selection thingy in school and I'm already tired. I hope I don't get eyebags. I usually don't but still, there's a first time for anything. What to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-8470397302169672378?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8470397302169672378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=8470397302169672378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8470397302169672378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8470397302169672378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4142893756785649072</id><published>2009-01-06T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:14:03.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawk roger, rawk!</title><content type='html'>Tuition had never been fun! The fucking uncle just would give up won't he? It was like the fourth time that he had to sit at the same table at the void deck listening to us having tuition, so Roger, being so fucked up(that's what he said), asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger: Uh, excuse me, are you going to sit here?&lt;br /&gt;F.Uncle: Yeah, why? Cannot uh? (like gangster like that)&lt;br /&gt;Roger: Are you planning to sit here?&lt;br /&gt;F.Uncle: Yeah luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 times seeing us having tuition there, he purposely brought his children down making so much noise. WTH?! So much for being in the same neighborhood, and not even respecting our privacy. So Roger drove all the way to 630's void deck, and he was really fucked up he said. Him, having nothing to do but to see me doing my work was irritating me with his nonsense, like his half-past-nine malay and his ghost stories. And I can say, he brought a toilet roll to support his nose leak. Haha! And he went all horny with me, as in like, saying horny stuffs. He was like, my cock is two times the length of this toilet roll, and I continued doing my work, ignoring him. And I must say that this was the first time we were really bonding, he was even asking me "Have you ever had sex?" Such a ~~~ question right, would I do such things? Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went riding from one side of the neighbourhood to the other to find a dark corner, he was really open-minded. I swear he was really open to me, and I was to him. He only had one luh, so we shared, aww! Never mind, next time. I'm so looking forward for the next lesson, can't wait! 'O' Levels, oh 'O' Levels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4142893756785649072?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4142893756785649072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4142893756785649072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4142893756785649072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4142893756785649072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/rawk-roger-rawk.html' title='rawk roger, rawk!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4442458998485515401</id><published>2009-01-05T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:18:51.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picturessssss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SWIUJUJEUhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8ME2OhgnckU/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SWIUJUJEUhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8ME2OhgnckU/s320/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287811062744502802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wardrobe people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Monday and school was supposed to start late, as usual, things crop up. Went out like 6.30am and found out that I didn't bring my EZ-link card, so I asked my mum to bring it down. Thanks(: And and I only got the bus at 6.55am. And I planned to meet someone at 7am. Good or what?! And I was late, and I met Sabrina instead. Homework is crushing me and the talks given by Mdm Lee and Mr Philip Tan was really giving me stress. I feeel as if I've not done enough, I've got to buck up/pull up my socks/start the ball rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental List;&lt;br /&gt;Add. Maths Tuition Homework&lt;br /&gt;English Kingsway Homework&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies Homework&lt;br /&gt;Homework, and more,&lt;br /&gt;Homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS SO GONNA MAKE MY WEEK EVEN BETTER AFTER GETTING CRAWLED AFTER SOME PEOPLE. WOOOOOOOO~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4442458998485515401?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4442458998485515401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4442458998485515401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4442458998485515401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4442458998485515401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/picturessssss.html' title='picturessssss.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SWIUJUJEUhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8ME2OhgnckU/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4467123071192161422</id><published>2009-01-05T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:36:56.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.T.E</title><content type='html'>I SO HATE YOU RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4467123071192161422?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4467123071192161422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4467123071192161422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4467123071192161422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4467123071192161422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/hate.html' title='H.A.T.E'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7217573238540192180</id><published>2009-01-02T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:34:20.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Bby</title><content type='html'>It's 2009, let's let bygones be bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not gonna get any closer, applicable to 2 scenarios. But I did enjoy counting down into 2009 with neighborhood darls at Downtown spraying the ribbons and snow on each other. I'm just looking forward to making 2009 a memorable and fruitful year for me in various aspects. 'O' Level's is in a few months time, and I'm looking forward to studying in the new environment in the newly 'advanced' class. Air conditioned + quieter environment. Although lonely, I think I can concentrate on my studies better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was the normal stuffs, 1st day of school is so the boring. Tell me, who enjoys first day of school? It's briefings after briefings after briefings. And I'm looking forward to the learning experience with new teachers that will be teaching us, like, MAJORITY of them are like teaching us for the first time. Mr Stephen Low (Sci Chem), Mdm Nazimah (Eng), Mr Cheong SS(Sci Phy). The only teachers teaching us again is Ms Farah, Mdm Aszrina and Mdm Yap. But the sad thing is, Mdm Yap, the "I'm so sexy teaching Maths giving away free tissue paper if someone answers my questions correctly" is teaching us Add. Maths and E. Maths. Wth right?! I shall just see, and I can't wait for lessons to start and go for Malay lessons with Mdm Aszrina, I kinda miss her. And the malay lessons are going to be quiet, since there are only 4 people, bitch! 4 pathetic people, and the only 2 that are going to score are the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to change this year, lesser time for playing, more time on studying, and I'm going to be strict to myself. 'O' Levels is going to be a huge impact in my life. MJC! I'm coming for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-7217573238540192180?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7217573238540192180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7217573238540192180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7217573238540192180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7217573238540192180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009 Bby'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-826996812248148357</id><published>2008-12-27T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:25:10.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there you go again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morn was woken up by bastard IDDY around 8.30, hello?! I slept like 3am the night before. Hahahaha, speaking of 3 am, look at this(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:34)&lt;br /&gt;wtfuck sioool.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Az| says: (AM 02:34)&lt;br /&gt;??                                       (Here, I was dozing off)&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:42)&lt;br /&gt;neh nothing&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:43)&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:43)&lt;br /&gt;kaki semut semut&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:43)&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:43)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:43)&lt;br /&gt;kental                              (here, I checked my email)&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:51)&lt;br /&gt;yey! satu gambar baru masuk!&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 02:56)&lt;br /&gt;wey! kau da dapat gambar christmas from sonia?    (here, I already slept, wth)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Az| says: (AM 03:38)&lt;br /&gt;76&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 03:39)&lt;br /&gt;76 of what?&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe says: (AM 03:39)&lt;br /&gt;aku terlupe what we were talking about&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Az| says: (AM 04:11)&lt;br /&gt;iop''''''';'po\]=                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                n nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn  o&lt;br /&gt;ą.ииe, infinite says: (AM 04:47)&lt;br /&gt;OI OI OI&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahahaha, funny or what?! I dozed off chatting with her, and correction, I slept around 4am, WTF, only 4 hours of sleep. And I managed to stay awake till 11pm last night. Superb! Okay, so as I was saying, I was woken up at 8.30am. Headed to PV to buy books for IDDY lil bro, sent the books home and headed to HSC. Bought IDDY's books and went straight to my school. And I forgot my booklist, good or what?! Lucky they gave me one(: Bought my books and went home. Chilled for a moment and proceeded to Eunos, to take SCV. Hahahaha! And now, I'm listening to music on MTV. Went down to play soccer and by 6.30pm, I was already at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, around 7.30pm, I was out waiting for Ain under her block to go buy our stationaries, and by the time she went down, I finished TWO ice-cream cones, actually ice-cream with bread luh, but still, 2. Was back at around 10.30am and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was woken up by Mummy again, early around 8am. Cleaned the house and at last, my house looks better than Ain's house, hah! Okay, lame. Planning to slack with IDDY in the evening, or maybe kick a ball or two. If not, I'll just kick the bucket (; Okay, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so prepared for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;School bag&lt;/s&gt; Renoma vintage print bag at BHG - $86&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Small bag&lt;/s&gt; Musical piano print bag at Century Square pushcart - $15&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;School shoes&lt;/s&gt; Everlast Lime Green at BHG - $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4) Stationary, ASAP please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;5) School books, 27th December with IDDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6) School Uniform, neh, skip that, I'll use my old one^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7) School reopen-ing, can school start on the 5th of January? less than a week left baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Glow in the dark earpiece that goes with my Lavendar/Pink PSP (can this be made compulsory??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There you go again, when you start, you can't stop huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-826996812248148357?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/826996812248148357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=826996812248148357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/826996812248148357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/826996812248148357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-you-go-again.html' title='there you go again'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5824689083420413248</id><published>2008-12-26T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:03:49.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Belated Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Time check, 12.24AM. Let's talk about what happened on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. After my previous post, I went downstairs as planned. Sis, Zulhilmi, Nana's cousin and I were playing DJ Max Portable 2, and I won Zul, all the way, except once, when he tricked me, fuck. But he only started playing that day, so understanding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sikit eh&lt;/span&gt;. He plays DJ Max Portable, so yeah. Unfortunately, Nana's cousin was asked to go up. Soon after, Zul and I were talking about girls, and girls, and more girls. Past, present and future, everything. Then Zul's mum went down, they wanted to go off. Couldn't continue with our conversation. Zul invited me and sis to follow them home, slack at their house. So went into the van and the place where I sat, behind, was the speaker, radio was tuned into MJ 12. Chills went down my spine. Surprisingly, Zul's father drove us to Changi. What else can we do at 1AM in the morning at Changi? Watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt; flirt luh! IT was Christmas, and I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapoks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a promotion, buy one get one free.&lt;/span&gt; There were tons of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt;, surprisingly, cause the last time we went there at 1, there was only 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapoks&lt;/span&gt;. And I can't believe some police car stopped by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt; was flirting with the policeman, touching him and all. Eeww! That was the carpark in front of Dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the other carpark. There, was MUCH more bapoks. All sitting on someone's car hoping that the driver was a lonely horny guy in need of sex. Van was parked back facing the group of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapoks&lt;/span&gt;. And the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapoks&lt;/span&gt; noticed us, we were like laughing luh. And they were pointing at us. One of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapoks&lt;/span&gt; was wearing a bustier, and he/she purposely bend down in front of a car, and the guy was like looking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tangkap steam kaper?!&lt;/span&gt; But that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt; is so stupid, keep adjusting his/her bustier. I was surprised when I saw a Malay man in a van stopping by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapok&lt;/span&gt; conveniently went into the van. HIGHLIGHT: MALAY man. Has he no shame or what?! I swear I was disappointed with my own race for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otay, so we headed to Zul's house. Talk, talk, talk, talk. Went to WP for a while and bought midnight snack, prata. Wasn't really in the mood for food, but I had to. Like what malay people say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Rezeki tidak boleh ditolak'&lt;/span&gt;. Ate and headed into Zul's room. More talk about girls. I don't know, maybe we were talking about girls cause he has a girlfriend. And he told me lots of unexpected things, a lot. Bloghopped, and by 6am, I woke up my sister and went home. Slept like a pig, 6 miss calls from Mummy. And when she woke me up, I could open my eyes. She even asked me to find some stuff for her, in my heart, 'Hello? Can't you see I'm tired' But never mind, she just came back from night shift, I have a heart ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke back up around 12, and watched some Christmas oriented TV shows. By 2, I dozed off, and I left SMS conversation with Sabila hanging. Coincidently, when I woke up, she texted me that she also dozed off. 4.30pm, I went down to the playground. Some people were throwing water babies around and smashing them on the playground floor, and I helped. Played soccer for a while and headed home. Night plans, go on. Ain texted me asking if I wanted to lepak with her and Sam. So I did, went to Sungei Api-api and sat there cause there were some problems &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not)&lt;/span&gt;. Sent Ain home around 10.30am and I was with Sam playing german daidi under my block. Homed at 12 and had midnight snack. I think I've updated enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; No, happily never after&lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me, because finally&lt;br /&gt;I know I deserve better after all,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another tear drop fall.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/634299985854631885-5824689083420413248?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5824689083420413248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5824689083420413248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5824689083420413248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5824689083420413248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='Merry Belated Christmas?'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7381584536849753782</id><published>2008-12-24T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:00:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fah-me-re-do ):</title><content type='html'>Canceled plans for yesterday, and did something else instead. Planned again, but canceled. Then met up with Sabila to head to the library at Compass Point. I swear the book I borrowed is boring. First Impressions by Jude Deveraux. The first few pages are so shoo-ing me away from reading the rest of the book. Give up and now the book is put aside for a moment. Ate at LJS with Sabila. I solemnly swear that I hate cheese, and I just ate Nacho Cheese Doritos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sonia's open house with Ain. Okay, nothing to say. I'm waiting for an sms to get down, gonna watch my sis play with her friends, while playing PSP. Somehow, I feel depressed, hahahaha! Must be my hunger taking over my body. Okay, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you think it's you, so be it)&lt;br /&gt;My tittle has already gave a hint of sadness. I just feel that you are different, and from past experiences, I feel outcast when I'm with you, cause I don't feel belonged. Lucky I have other friends. I'm freaking confused that you are like that now, really. And you've changed, a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-7381584536849753782?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7381584536849753782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7381584536849753782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7381584536849753782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7381584536849753782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/fah-me-re-do.html' title='fah-me-re-do ):'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-3475600627087634054</id><published>2008-12-21T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:58:45.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bowling</title><content type='html'>Went bowling yesterday with Mamat, Aisha and Sis. Had loads of fun! Muhammad, you need bowling lessons. Had ups and downs today. Like on rollercoaster ya know, weee! Fun ya know, not. Ha, ha. Okay whatever, I met up with Gossip Girl Sabila around seven and ate while talking while exploring each other's gadgets and of course, more crap talking(: My intention of meeting her was to tell her everything luh, but in the end, like all the time, we talked out of point. And somehow, I think Sabila had tons of things to tell me. Wooo! Oh yeah, I'm surprised that Sis is going into SengKang Sec. Whatthehellright?! Her school is like one bus ride away from my school, I just hope that we don't bump into each other at Compass or something... Fingers crossed. I also just found out that EVERY SINGLE PHONE that Sabila uses, I love. Coincident or what? Okay, after meeting the Singapore's only Gossip Girl, I went to meet the Perasan Gemuk. Hahahaha, I'm so labeling everyone here right, Ain? She just told me off not to label people but I'm doing this to piss her ass off! Uhhuh, her "large" ass (that's what she says) off! Ain, four words for you, YOU ARE NOT FAT. Yes, you aren't fat, and if you think are, I think you need a psychiatrist, or just a counselor will do before you start burning those "fats" of yours(: But really uh, YOU ARE NOT FAT. Sincere words from me Ain. Okay, met her under her block. Made her wait for like 10 frigging minutes and headed to West Plaza to meet Sonia to have dinner. I only drank ahem-ahem and ate a bit of Perasan Fat's nasi goreng. I hate large anchovies, eeeew! Okay, chat chat chat chat chat, and headed to NTUC as Perasan Fat wanted to eat chocolate, eventhough she Perasan She Is Fat. My stomach really gave me problems eversince yesterday. Stay stomach stay, good stomach. I woke up having the runs and spending half an hour in the toilet! And I went to the toilet for like tons of times, good or what?! Otay, so headed to Perasan Fat's crib for a moment and slacked for a while, met up with sis to elias to buy some foooooood and here I am(: I feel like an immature kiddo acting as if I've never done this before. Oh yeah, my Things to buy List for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;School bag&lt;/s&gt; Renoma vintage print bag at BHG - $86&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Small bag&lt;/s&gt; Musical piano print bag at Century Square pushcart - $15&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;School shoes&lt;/s&gt; Everlast Lime Green at BHG - $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Stationary, ASAP please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) School books, 27th December with IDDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) School Uniform, neh, skip that, I'll use my old one^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7) School reopen-ing, can school start on the 5th of January?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Glow in the dark earpiece that goes with my Lavendar/Pink PSP (OPTIONAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for ex-pv gathering, OMG! 'N' Levels next year. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! Don't ask me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-3475600627087634054?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3475600627087634054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=3475600627087634054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3475600627087634054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3475600627087634054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bowling.html' title='b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bowling'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5335333989340007863</id><published>2008-12-16T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:15:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mojojojo.</title><content type='html'>Alas, I made my IC today, with IDDY and Afique. Had a short sectional in school today, Percussion's ensemble is gonna be the best of all ensembles the band had ever played :D Lucky I remember^^  Had my haircut at SriNada and they arrived. My hairstyle's ugly I tell you, yes it is! So went to take picture for IC and headed down to ICA. The queue was darn short! And this is the first time I only spent 1 hour in that building, woah! I can't wait for the release if the PSLE school results! I wonder if Sis' is gonna get into NJC. Fingers crossed! I don't have a mood to blog luh, I think I lost my mojo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5335333989340007863?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5335333989340007863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5335333989340007863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5335333989340007863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5335333989340007863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/mojojojo.html' title='mojojojo.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-3382386552715022585</id><published>2008-12-12T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:45:05.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY(:</title><content type='html'>For those who got hurt from my previous p&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ost, I'm really so&lt;/span&gt;rry. That's how life is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a golden glow that surrounds us now.&lt;br /&gt;It covers all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;It protects us from unpleasantness,&lt;br /&gt;and reminds us of our birth.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to feel what others feel,&lt;br /&gt;they know my thoughts as well.&lt;br /&gt;I even hear the animals and&lt;br /&gt;the stories that they tell.&lt;br /&gt;Their tales go back two thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;They all knew this would come.&lt;br /&gt;We could've learned so much from them if&lt;br /&gt;we hadn't been so numb.&lt;br /&gt;But that is past, and now we have&lt;br /&gt;the chance to do things right.&lt;br /&gt;With open hearts and open eyes,&lt;br /&gt;we need only trust the light.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this morning, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-3382386552715022585?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3382386552715022585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=3382386552715022585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3382386552715022585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3382386552715022585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry.html' title='SORRY(:'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1449526030199884627</id><published>2008-12-10T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:12:23.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look down;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;two pathetic short damned words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FED UP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm fired up right now cause life isn't going the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Point #1: The Band is giving me TONS of stress, and as I said, I need a holiday but (refer to 2)&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Point #2: I can't go cause Mummy is asking me to clean up a room that is not even mine and I'm not going to do it, furthermore, I'm going away for another holiday with my family on the day before it is planned to come back&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Point #3: Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just had band and some people just don't have the guts to say it in front of me, Si Perasan tuh! Fuck off luh if you don't like me, anyway, you're not welcomed in the band anymore cause you think you're everything and people WILL start to hate you. As a matter of fact, people already Hate you, with a capital H. And if you don't mind, I don't want to see your damn face again, I don't care luh. FUCK. I'm so the fucking mad ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please(another person), if you have to speak malay, please speak it properly. I hate it when I hear people say the wrong things luh. And it will turn out to be another meaning. And I don't think that I'm given the chance to do what I'm suppose to do luh. You all think that you can do anything  by yourself despite the fact that there is someone else that can do it, even better. And I hate it, when people don't listen to what I say, though saying that I'm this and that but still, no respect is given. And you demand respect, if not, more attitude will come from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so pissed that I am stressed right now. I can feel my brain being pumped with more blood and I think the blood up there is boiling! I just can't take this ya know. That's why, POINT #2 is hated the most, yes, THE MOST. And this is why life is not going like it's supposed to. Darn it okay, can I just have a little peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, I need a pocketful of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1449526030199884627?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1449526030199884627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1449526030199884627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1449526030199884627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1449526030199884627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-down.html' title='look down;'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1660555111839972813</id><published>2008-12-08T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:27:39.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bake-a-cake!</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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/STwDF3usD7I/AAAAAAAAADs/vvrfpiU7qic/s1600-h/120808005125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/STwDF3usD7I/AAAAAAAAADs/vvrfpiU7qic/s320/120808005125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277096262765383602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th eggs tht I reserved th shells,  for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.54AM and I had just finished baking a Marble Cake. Since tomorrow, or can I say today, is Hari Raya Haji, my household always have something special to eat. And this year, I baked a cake with dear Sister. Since my mum will be working from 1pm to 6pm today, I arranged my tuition to be later in the evening cause I won't be going out the whole day, and I hate being home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesternight, I met Ain under the block again, for a few games of DD and GDD. Lazy to spell it out. So we talked and talked and went home by 9pm. Earlier yesterday, I was really hungry. And I just found out something about myself. Whenever I get hungry, I'll get grumpy. Mummy told me to go down and take some things from her friend but she didn't tell be specifiically what time and where. So I just went down to the main road, as usual and waited under the hot scorching sun. I was like banging my feet out of the house, and Mummy started to get angry. Luckily, when I got home, she had already cooked something. Unfortunately, I remembered that there was no rice. WTHell. I asked my sister to check whether there was any more rice left but NO, she didn't check. Thank God, there was some leftovers from the night before's dinner. So I ate, and the grumpiness went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS Bby! Ain's Mum asked whether I was interested to following her family to JB for a week's holiday at the kampung they own at Ayer Hitam. Too much info right. My mum said I could go! Yay yay! Oh oh oh, balik kampung! So, I'll be having 2 holidays in a row. 12th - 19th, I'll be in JB. And 20th - ??th, I'll be away to Malacca with Mummy an Sister and at last to see the newly renovated house in Durian Daun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I went for a holiday. Real long. &amp;amp;I miss the kampung spirit when everyone gathers and play games together. From Teng Teng to Chapteh. And sometimes, Kampung Catching! Ha. I'm so excited to go for a holiday. And I'm so looking forward for the trip this week with Ain! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, I can't help but wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sheryln, you're missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1660555111839972813?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1660555111839972813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1660555111839972813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1660555111839972813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1660555111839972813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/bake-cake.html' title='bake-a-cake!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/STwDF3usD7I/AAAAAAAAADs/vvrfpiU7qic/s72-c/120808005125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5400319884761143090</id><published>2008-12-05T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:00:01.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jogging or what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;4th December 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining the whole day, so I canceled my plans to go to Tampines. Night fall and the rain stopped, wow! I think the rain hates the dark. Ha. Okay, so my sister asked me whether I wanted to go jogging then I was like okay. So I invited Ain, and surprisingly (sorry Ain), she wanted too. And coincidently, she was jogging on her treadmill a minute before I called her. Such nice timing. So we were on the phone before going out, sister decided not to go jogging and go play dolls or whatever with her friends. So we planned to jog all the way to Sunplaza Park. I swear Ain was dragging me and I don't think I burnt any fats. I think the furthest we really jogged is around what?! Less that a kilometer, but still, we tried our best, I mean, Ain tried her best. We were walking as soon as we got off the overhead bridge behind block 124.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after passing this petrol kiosk, I nearly ended my life. The effing van driver just can't see that there is a zebra crossing and that I was already on the way to cross. I just went it front of it and my body really made a stretch like going towards the direction of the van is moving and it stopped exactly when I was in the middle of the road, actually in the middle of his van luh. Suggested to walk all the way to Ikea and back home. So we passed Tampines Fire Station, the whatever building beside it. I swear, the population of banglas there is like a lot cause everyone that passed us seemed to be a bangla, no offence or anything~ Okay, but we enjoyed the deep puddles where I could soak my feet it and where Ain could really clean her(LOL!) shoe. At least it's clean. We were at Ikea around 9.30pm and headed to Ain's crib fer a while and went back down for a drink at the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what we noticed under the block? Police vehicles patrolling, yeah, patrolling! At 10pm~ WTHell, who the hell would want to go home at 10pm chilling under the void decks! It's the school holidays, unless you think what, we wanna do some illegal thing or what! The security in Singapore is getting too tight nowadays. There should really loosen it. Just because it wants to be a first grade/top class/first world country, doesn't mean they have to over do some things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5th December 20008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on time! At last. Though I only slept at 2am after having a chat with Ain on the phone(it's outgoing FREE!). Woke up without the aid of Mummy. My so far the best achievement I've made in my holidays.Muhammad alighted at the Ris Grandeur bus stop since I asked him to. Thanks uh Stalker! Then we missed 2 buses, cause I went down with Mummy. But still, we weren't late. Yay! Luckily Dorothy was in the same bus as us. We had our lunch at the coffeeshop at Econ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after band to help with the banner and accomplished to write the border of the letters B and A. Not much of a movement in the banner but still, some work has been done(: Planning to go to Tampines tomorrow for grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, Sabila has came back from Batam. The first thing that I said to her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sabila: Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Me: YO! (excited uh)&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know what?! I missed you!&lt;br /&gt;Sabila: Aww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I really missed her you know. Wanted to meet her last Tuesday but she told me she was going away. So I had the urge of meeting her with me all the way till today. But at least I got to talk to her. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5400319884761143090?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5400319884761143090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5400319884761143090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5400319884761143090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5400319884761143090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/jogging-or-what.html' title='jogging or what?!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7664222121298414300</id><published>2008-12-03T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:00:06.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off-hiatus</title><content type='html'>I finally off hiatus. Done whatever I could. As a matter of fact, I only managed to collect my laptop from Granny's. Ha. Good news; my brother's gonna be away until March next year, and according to mummy, he might be away till June next year. Yahoo! This few months is so gonna be a breeze for me without him ruining my life. Cheers to National Service! Bad news; I think everyone had heard it, I'm not gonna write it here, cause this is the reason that I wasn't available last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending most of my time on the internet these few days and mummy and I decided to open up a service blog. We can do a lot of printing with the Canon printer we bought during the IT show a few months back. I swear, that this printer prints lots of good quality picture, of course it also depends on the quality of the picture, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ain and had great laughs, we talked on the phone for hours, talking about her of course. LOL! XD I never talk about myself. I don't feel good talking about myself, I'd rather someone point out my flaws for me to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band practice just now. Tried the piece 'Eiger'. Despite the frequent change of time signatures, the song is beautiful, even having little players in the band. I could see that the band had bonded and I feel that we are one big family. I hope we can stay united, forever. I'm so gonna start an alumni band, I just love band music, and of course, music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-7664222121298414300?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7664222121298414300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7664222121298414300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7664222121298414300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7664222121298414300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/12/off-hiatus.html' title='off-hiatus'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-9024726518605678819</id><published>2008-11-30T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:00:08.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ON HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Till I return to Singapore and get used with a new-er lifestyle. Class chalet has passed and I've already skipped band camp to be here in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;, homework from dear Ms Farah and Mrs Pang will be done before a break. I'm in need of a break. A long carefree break for me to relax, properly&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For band members, click &lt;a href="http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/jackass.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/634299985854631885-9024726518605678819?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/9024726518605678819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=9024726518605678819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9024726518605678819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9024726518605678819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1799157345977667423</id><published>2008-11-30T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:50:14.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jackass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I was being sucha jackass by not even informing anyone that I wasn't going to turn up for the camp. I'm here making a public apology to all the band members that now hate me cause they had to do my duties when I was away, and not even sure of when I would come back. And I know about gossips about me when I was away (thanks blue bird), though I know I deserve it and I know that's one way of bonding. I just hope you had a great time with each other, bonding as much as you can. I'm sincerely sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just want to say, when someone dear in your family dies, school or family comes first? I hate myself for my mistakes, but I know I can't turn back time and re-do whatever wrong I did. If I could, I wouldn't be in this situation now. My mind's boggling me right now and I really can't figure out why the hell am I wasting 10RM/hour to sit here to type on this soon-to-close-down blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've changed the look on my blog to save people's eyes from being burnt down everytime they see my blog. I just hate light colors at the moment. And now, green seems to be a soothing color for me. Thanks alot yeah (people), for making me like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm really sorry, my dear band members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1799157345977667423?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1799157345977667423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1799157345977667423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1799157345977667423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1799157345977667423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/jackass.html' title='jackass'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1358398919362414675</id><published>2008-11-11T07:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:00:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morsip.</title><content type='html'>Met with Sabila on the eighth if this month and had a blast. We went to Mac for a chat and ended up talking longer than eating. Well, sometimes, it's good to eat S.L.O.W. We had laughs and caught up with each other, actually, I was catching up with her. Cause she knows almost everything! Thanks Sabila for the burger! On the way home, after sending her home, I was thinking of a maybe meeting another day and have more gossip or should I say morsip &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(inside joke)&lt;/span&gt;. Another session of morsip Sabila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a night with Sis and Aliah. Sat at the badminton court near Al's house ad watched the stars. While of course talking, notice I use the word talking. I watched them dance and check out the schools they are aiming for next year. NJC is starting their 6 years course next year. Yan, Yan, NJC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum decided to make my IC later. Not caring bout the fine cause she's gonna take it out from my pocket money. So whatever, it ain't that important right? Been spending my days with the usual neighbors. And we went swimming yest. School is starting at 9 and I'm still in my PJs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as if I have one)&lt;/span&gt; in front of the laptop. Gotta get ready soon! I lost all my contacts, and I only remember like 4 numbers, which I'm not hundred percent sure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;ake mushrooms~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things had happened at home and I think I'm just used to it. Yes, I'm &lt;u&gt;USED&lt;/u&gt; to it. Cause it has been happening for like million and gizillions of times. I'm officially incontactable via handphone for God knows what reasons and the only way is thru MSN or shall I call you using the home phone. Which my mum didn't want to give me the number cause it's not gonna be ours forever. I know more problems are gonna crop up soon so I'll sit back and relax watching the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Take my hand, take a breath " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Can I have this Dance - Zac Efron &amp;amp; Vanessa Anne Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1358398919362414675?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1358398919362414675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1358398919362414675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1358398919362414675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1358398919362414675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/morsip.html' title='morsip.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-389170253100959708</id><published>2008-11-06T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:55:06.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantabulouso</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;MOOOOOOnday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school, early in the morning. Had to reach before 9. And I was like 1 hour early. WTH! I think I need new specs cause it reads the wrong thing. Reaching home, something MAJOR happened. (Kept confidential with IDDY &amp;amp; Sabila &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt; ) I was effing depressed luh, as if it was the first time. Yes, it was NOT the first time. But blah3, then went job hunting with IDDY at Elias CC. FREE NEWSPAPER! But cannot bring home, haha! Still couldn't find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Choooseday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Maths was called off/of and the news of the lesson being called off/of only reached me when I stepped into the canteen. So I watched while they (GH, G, JK) were playing their Nintendo DS. I swear the games doesn't look interesting. &amp;amp; I just got to know that Mario has many series of his games, I thought it stopped at the  famous Mario Land. Haha! I've lost contact with the cyber gaming world ever since, I stepped into secondary school(?) Gotta catch, NOT! 'O' Levels man! At night, I went to Aunt's house at Punggol to sleepover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up darn early, cause Aunt hates her children to sleep late, like I always do. From 5.25am onwards, I was sitting at the corner of the room staring in blank space. Till 6.30, when I got ready to go out etc. Reached school thinking I would be there 'early' with Ashley, but WOW! The Junior CMs were there. HAHAHA! They beat me on coming early. Schisksircies! A. Maths lesson was turned into a talking session since so many people didn't come, including me. Ha. Lucky I never go! Had Chemistry at 11. Fun practicals all the way... Mixing chemicals, is  fun. But counting the mass, moles etc ain't. Band ended at 3, but my departure was prolonged as the QMs had to do something. So we walked, yes, we walked to the playground near my Aunt's place and played. Color catching becomes play with little kiddy day! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can I disown my siblings?" Azharrrrr&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/634299985854631885-389170253100959708?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/389170253100959708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=389170253100959708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/389170253100959708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/389170253100959708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/fantabulouso.html' title='Fantabulouso'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4480565330423426882</id><published>2008-11-01T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:13:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;livejournal or blogger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on a thought, to stick with blogger or move to livejournal. I'm like attracted to livejournal's Current Mood and Currently Listening to gadget but in terms of the skin, I swear I don't know. I'm on the fence right now? Any comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with Sabila just now &amp;amp; I'm so looking forward for prom next year (Good Azhar, 'O' Levels haven't even started and you thought about this). But after thinking about it, I don't wanna go. I would have nothing to wear, no one to go with, and I just dread going alone. Let alone there will be the this year's 4NAs and 3NTs. Sabila was like " don't won't (go for prom) la, its once in a lifetime" Her school's prom night are mixed with all the sec 4s and 5s, regardless on when they are going to graduate. Thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my previous post, people would have seen that I slept a little late. So today, I woke up at 12. Luckily, I woke up before my mum went back home or she would have given me a shouting. So I woke up and did the norm at started to use the laptop at 3pm. At first, I waited for Beverly Hills Chihuahua to load, but the picture wasn't clear and the loading took to long. So I decided to watch again, HSM 3. While chatting with Eisabella (Sabila) on MSN with the Safari window next to it. The loading was fast ya know, at megavideo.com. The 105 mins movie took only half an hour to load. Got the link from normal, www.watch-movies.net Somehow, I just couldn't wait for the musical part only as when I watched it in the cinema, I only thought of going to the toilet. Hahahaha! Got to watch HSM 3 and sent mum off to work around 7pm. TV was turned on, so I watched my personal favourite bitching movie, Mean Girls. They are as mean as ever I can say. Plastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, I'm chatting with Sis' friend Aaaaa-liah. Lots of thought in my head, I think my head's gonna burst soon. Thinking of checking out livejournal to start considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Changes in life aren't fated, it's caused by your action' Azharrrrr&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/634299985854631885-4480565330423426882?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4480565330423426882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4480565330423426882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4480565330423426882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4480565330423426882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired-much.html' title='tired much?'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-8525834330768146377</id><published>2008-11-01T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:58:25.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've been reading other people's blog, mainly girls, and I feel for them. The effort they put so much to please their boyfriends and never make them worry seems to be wasted. The boyfriends will just mind their own business and say that they wanna sleep or will be going out soon. This type of boys are so heartless, being in a relationship isn't a game ya know, get it right. If you knew you would hurt the girl liddat, why get into one in the first place. &amp;amp; I pity those who sms-ed and call their boyfriends just to inform them that they are sleeping or going out etc. just to make them not worry. A note of advice, don't waste your time on these guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ying hui na men mei yo liang xing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. No heart. I really pity them, and they are giving but never taking. Any of you girls experiencing this, I think you should think about continuing your relationship with the guy. This may happen to guys too, just no common. So this shows that BOTH guys and girls can be as inconsiderate and irresponsible and mentioned above. Ha. The phrase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;boys will be boys is so outdated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;, boys want to become men, but they don't act like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Had band practice today followed by a late lunch at the coffee shop beside econ. Shared nasi briyani with Mamat but didn't share the cost if it. Hehe! Went to the roof garden and somehow ended dancing. &amp;amp; Mamat put my video dancing in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Rrh3xeKsDs%20"&gt;youtube.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Went home an slept, not noticing that my mum and sis were getting ready to go to Bugis to meet mum's friend. Spent the night playing amazing race with new friend John and Joy from Phillipines in the neighborhood. Internet is gonna be permanent now! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last day of Hari Raya right? If I'm right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya.html"&gt;read here again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want it all!" HSM 3 - I Want It All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-8525834330768146377?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8525834330768146377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=8525834330768146377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8525834330768146377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8525834330768146377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-618221958478064926</id><published>2008-10-30T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:07:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF3443-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/DSCF3443-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Met up with Nadhirah and Eryana(?) at White Sands before heading to Tampines to get Eryana's stuff for her Melbourne trip. Followed by a short meet up with Adelene and Ayam. Blah3 and ended up in Pasir Ris to find some shoes. The stupid auntie gave a My Little Pony box which contains Eryana's shoe. Hahahahaha! And surprisingly, she brought it all the way to PRP for her friend's pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last few days&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what day nor date it is but IDDY, Sis, Aliah and I ton-ned. Practicing their graduation day dance all over the neighborhood. IDDY and I was their choreographer. Yeah! And we managed to finish half of the song in 8 hours. Good right? Oh yeah, it was Sunday, as I remember that there wasn't any school due to the Deepavali public holidays. I think Deepavali is Mums' PMS Day as both IDDY's mum and mine were bitch fitting/feeding the whole day as we chatted on the phone. Haha, all mums do have some telepathy between them, ha! Wednesday; Band Day! Yeah, I got to meet up with my Tenor after a weeks' separation. After band had a short kiddy time with Muhammad, JZ and Syazalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I couldn't sleep. Woke up around 3AM and couldn't get back to sleep. got a surprise message from Anne to have a morning walk. Morning walk much! We just went to Elias and spent 2 hours at somewhere luh. Went home, and at last, slept! Blah3... Woke up for job hunting! Got a few good offers, but I hate walk-in interviews. Can I just go and start work. Must ask Wan ting whether her mum can take me in. I'm in need of cash! Anyone with good lobangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"I don't wanna lose you, yes I wanna hold you!" OST Oh Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-618221958478064926?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/618221958478064926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=618221958478064926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/618221958478064926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/618221958478064926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/then.html' title='then?'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1640403057061489217</id><published>2008-10-24T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:22:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.cleveland.com/ent_impact_movies/2008/10/medium_high-school-musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 238px;" src="http://blog.cleveland.com/ent_impact_movies/2008/10/medium_high-school-musical.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hit! Though IDDY and I queued for like half an hour just for the three tickets, it doesn't see, worth it. It is my first time watching a movie on the first day it is shown but I didn't expect it to be so mundane, and I predicted many lines in the whole movie. However, I do agree to a large extent that the songs are more fun! And I love the part where they sang the slow, choir version of We're All In This Together. It just tickles my heart~ &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson learnt: Make Wise Decisions in life!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home straight thinking my mum cooked. Unfortunately, she didn't. So I waited for Sis' arrival from school and went to EM for Mac. Ate and slacked in my mum's room. Bought for my mum, her friend and sis tickets for HSM 3 but Mum's friend couldn't turn up, so I thought I had a chance to watch the movie again, as my sis had already asked her friends but they couldn't. Last minute, Aliah called and said that she could go. WTF! I already changed etc and she just called just like that and my Sis let her follow. I know I watched it already but, at least say in advance. MF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all alone at home ignoring my bro's taunts from outside as if I were sleeping. He wanted to use the laptop but I still ignored and continued watching my movie. I watched The Secret @ mysoju.com. Planning to go to Wild Wild Wet with norm peeps next week. I hope I can have some money to go there. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"It's just a crush, false alarm people!"&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/634299985854631885-1640403057061489217?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1640403057061489217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1640403057061489217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1640403057061489217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1640403057061489217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-musical-3.html' title='High School Musical 3'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5840355675159755777</id><published>2008-10-23T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:13:30.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/78394640/1/800576883"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 265px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/64/78394640/1_800576883l.jpg" length="50%" 0="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ong Wan Ting / 231093&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ong Wan Ting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;May all your wishes come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's the last day of school and I'm officially free till 3rd November. That's when my Jumpstart Programme will start. -.-: Got my report book but I'm not satisfied with my results. People will be saying, 'You pass already what! Still need to act not satisfied' but my aim for my 'O' Levels is how high Melvin is scoring now, a nice L1R5 of 10 points, enough to go in the JC in front of my house. And I am stuck with 31 points that no JC will accept me. But nevermind, there's still next year and I REALLY have to work extra hard to get my aim. Science, Humans, MT, Add. Maths and of course English. Everything should reach my target by Mid-year next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school was spent chilling in class playing taiti etc. But Seri and I spent our after recess cleaning this dusty shelf that is now sparkling clean after our hard work. Last Mother Tongue lesson with 7 people was spoiled as Andy Putra and Rafiq didn't come. I'm so gonna miss having the kecoh of a 7 pupil class than the next year's 4 pupil class. And all the kecoh-ness have gone. Sad right. We are back to square one where we started in Sec 1. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had band meeting to finalize the band camp stuff and went home straight. Having so much money, hahahaha!, IDDY and I went to watch Mama Mia! at TM's GV around 4. Our movie started at 1625 and we were already on our way back by 1830. Good movie! Sad and funny at the same time. We sat behind this guy who acted in School House Rock, I still remember the role he was playing, Fu Wen Bin - the entrepreneur wannabe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerek sia dia! &lt;/span&gt;He was holding two girls in his arms on the way out of the cinema. We didn't know where he went so IDDY said he wanted to buy his thangs at 77th Street. Coincidentally, he was there. He thought we were his stalkers uh. Please uh ey, who wants to stalk a short guy like you. You know, he is as short as Krizia (soorry Kriz!) and holding to tall girls. Eeeww. Bought four leaves and trained home. Reached home exactly at 18:58:47 according to my sis' digital watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plans to go out with IDDY tomorrow may cause me not to go for Band Practice. I planned it a month ago. Sorry band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The smell of your skin lingers, on me now" Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie.&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/634299985854631885-5840355675159755777?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5840355675159755777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5840355675159755777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5840355675159755777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5840355675159755777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2799833807852710911</id><published>2008-10-18T14:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:06:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-10/42935893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-10/42935893.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Max Payne with Muhammad Syahiddin, Nur Diana &amp;amp; Muhd Syafiq at E!Hub. It was last minute but luckily, we got our tickets. It was an action-packed and has a touch of mystery. Wasn't really interested in the movie at first, but when the movie started, the passion of watching it more came. Had a partially sad ending but it's worth my $6. I rate it 4.5/5 STARS. Watch it peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is so important. I so hate people who leave their family members go visiting relatives just to go out with their friends. It's as if you don't have a family. Family time is precious people, treasure it, even if you hate them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to watch HSM 3 next week and am already planning on how to save the money and where and when to go. Going to Adelene's open house now! Stop saying as if you really do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mockery in disguise are for kids~"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2799833807852710911?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2799833807852710911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2799833807852710911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2799833807852710911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2799833807852710911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/watched-max-payne-with-muhammad.html' title='Max Pain'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1261302843709564551</id><published>2008-10-13T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:56:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I would like you to blow into this'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.paloaltoonline.com/photos/housebunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was woken up by the knocks on my brother's door by my Mummy. Had oral~ English: Reading Aloud - Good! Picture Conversation - Bad! Conversation - Fair! The reading part wasn't that difficult as there wasn't any words that I couldn't pronounce. Yay! Picture was done baadly as I could describe the picture. I swear! \/ Conversation was fair as  I could answer the question with some good points, I think. So far, I think I can pass my English Oral, thanks to dear Ms Siow! Since Wan Ting, Rachel and I had 2 boring hours in school, and seeing other people leaving the school premises, we went to Downtown East and met Rachel's boyfriend. Watched them play blackjack while I gather some good vocab in my mind for the Malay Oral. Sadly, it didn't work. Sunarti was happy with my reading, but not with the conversation. I was out of point, I didn't want my marks to go lower if I ask her to elaborate the question and I couldn't think about the words in Malay but I could in English! I think I may have a slight chance of failing but I believe I did my best(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Muhammad Syahiddin at White Sands and went to the librarry to the internet. Do the norm. Went home around 4 and planned to watch a movie at night. Left the house with Sister. &lt;censored to prevent bitches to start blabbering&gt; We watched The House Bunny. Funny story. Stupid blonde! But she did make a difference in the world she never knew. Giving up her dreams for her real friends and helped the Zeta get to continue staying in the house. I liked the part when the one with the braces all over her body to straighten her spine started to run and all the braces came off. My favourite dialogue a police said, 'I woulld like you to blow into this', with her background in the Playboy Mansion, she thought he wanted her to give him a blowjob. She got jailed, but for only one night. Haha! Many other funny parts luh, I should buy the CD when it comes out. Out of 10, I give it a 8, cause it's a little dirty and dry(?) I can't describe it. Gonna watch HSM 3 next month. And I Chihuahua next year. Can't wait for more movies!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; And getting pirated CDs of them, if able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1261302843709564551?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1261302843709564551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1261302843709564551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1261302843709564551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1261302843709564551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-would-like-you-to-blow-into-this.html' title='&apos;I would like you to blow into this&apos;'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2673187225750091571</id><published>2008-10-12T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:53:25.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somnolence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Papers 2 and 3. I swearI wasn't ready for the papers. I only could do minorityof the questions whichare only the again, basics. I hope I don't fail badly, cause I'm onlyaiming forone mark below the passing mark. Which is already good since I don't really know how to doit in the first place. Didn't sleep the whole night with the companyof Muhammad Syahiddin who sneakedout from his house wheneveryone hadalready started to sleep like pigs. "Studied" fora while and decided to see how the streetsare like around 3 in the morning. Sent him home around 6 followed by my necessary things to prepare myself for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics Paper. I didn't geta single thing that the paper wasasking for. With further thinking, I only managed to do 6 outof the 12 questions, whichI don't even thinkI can get full marks for. I lefta few blanks, purposely. Went home straightexpecting for my Sis' friends to come in the evening. Attended to the guests and wentout with Afiq, Nana, Iwan and Iddin. Airport Terminal 3 wasour preferred destination. The siblings never been here before so I gave thema little touraround the place. Went home and scared little sisat home alone. Arking neighbours thought we switched off the main switch of her house and blamed me instead. They also complained that we made a lotof noise. WTH, we were so quiet! The 'witness' said that the culprit was wearinga red shirt with specs. And just because I was the only one wearing specs, she blamed me - HIGHLIGHT: I was wearing orange. That bitch must be color blind of something. We apologized, but for making so much noise. We shouldn't apologize for what we didn't do, right? Neighbours~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, Azyan and I went out to Sim Lim to get my mum's stuffand went to MacD's to eat lunch. Walked to Arab Street in search for some velvet for the sofa butI didn't get to see anything nice, and affordable. Went to some 'shopping mall' nearArab Street and bought mum some clothes. Trained home to NTUC at White Sands to buy the materials for my brownie to be made for my married cousin who intends to come to my house for visiting. Went home and started with my brownies! The top turned out blackened due to the overheatingof myoven. BUT the inside was heavenly. Ran to Elias to buy Mee Goreng for the guests and I turnedout to be late. They reacheda second before I did. Attended to the guests till they wentoff. Watched Pendekar Bujang Lapok while eating the leftoversand went tobed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the market early in the morning and mistaken lemongrass with springonion. (or is it the other way round) Haha! Nearly spoiled my mum's plans to cook lontong goreng. Luckily sis wentout to get her ingredients to make her Soon Kueh and bought spring onions. Made the Soon Kueh and it was nice! And my day continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUNGALOW/CLASS CAMP/ BBQ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 24th to 28th ( postphoned as the spot was taken )&lt;br /&gt;Who: 3A, invited 3B people (24th to 26th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who:&lt;/span&gt; Whoever who is on my list~ (26th to 28th)&lt;br /&gt;Where: 142 Pasir Ris Road (opp. Pasir Ris Park)&lt;br /&gt;Interested? SMS me ----&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;84124650&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jointwords - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WORD LIASONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/t/ remember the /t/ sound, example, turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/s/ remeber the /s/ sound, example, guests - a combination of /st/ and /s/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the word 'the' before a word which starts with a vowel has the /e/ sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oral's tomorrow, break a leg Az. I'm first on the list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2673187225750091571?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2673187225750091571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2673187225750091571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2673187225750091571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2673187225750091571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/somnolence.html' title='somnolence.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2602651679493037481</id><published>2008-10-08T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:31:43.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't</title><content type='html'>I thought today was only Maths Paper 1, but apparently, it was Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2. Lucky the paper was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;(?) Out of the 140 marks, I can get 11o marks, I hope. And then it was Science (Chemistry &amp;amp; Physics) Paper 1. I swear, I used my calculator to do a random dice number, and since the options B &amp;amp; C are the frequent answer, the dice number 5 and 6 became my B and C. A, B, C and D are 1, 2, 3 and 4 respectively. I don't even know what the hell the paper was talking about! I only knew the Chemistry parts, which are only the basics. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BASICS&lt;/span&gt;! I think I can only get like only a passing mark for the paper. Tomorrow is the other two Science Papers, 2 and 3. Going to mug for Physics tonight and just skim through the chemistry textbook before the paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Making mistakes is part of life, and so is being mocked" Azharrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I did a very, very, very big mistake today. Doing it was even a misery for me. I don't know what I'm gonna do now but I know, I will go to school and face the music. Mockery is already part of my life so hearing it won't be any problem. But being mocked by close friends, I just won't take it. Let's just see tomorrow. I was really worked up but I was calming down when I was in the midst of sms-ing her. But I just couldn't control my feelings and I think my hand was over my mind mentally. I ended up blaming her then asking. But I knew I was in the wrong, I think. But being mocked on the phone while shouting back in the bus was quite a new experience (though it may be quite bad), I've learnt something new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NEVER TALK ON THE PHONE WHEN IT IS RAINING CAUSE THE OTHER PARTY WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY WE ARE SHOUTING. BUT THEY CAN SHOUT THOUGH,  IT IS NEVER WRONG WHEN THEY DO IT, BUT IT IS ALWAYS WRONG WHEN WE ARE DOING IT. EVERYONE IN MY HOUSE EXPERIENCES IT, SO, IT'S NORMAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I hope this doesn't get any worse, cause loosing this friendship is loosing life to me. I'd rather be dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2602651679493037481?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2602651679493037481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2602651679493037481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2602651679493037481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2602651679493037481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-cant.html' title='I just can&apos;t'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4268705943151081383</id><published>2008-10-07T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:14:23.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay Paper 1. I think the situational writing is alright. Just that I'm lack of content and I think I wrote quite short. Section B was a breeze, though I had no time at all to finish my composition &lt;b&gt;properly&lt;/b&gt;. I hope I won't get lesser than 30 out of 50. I still remember how I ended MY composition. No translations~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sampai hati engkau berbuat aku begini. Selama ini apa yang telah aku buat untuk kamu semua diambil ringan. Engkau ingat aku tidak tahu apabila orang berbual tentang aku? Apa-apa yang terjadi kepada aku, aku beritahu engkau tetapi, engkau tidak. Aku tidak pasal. Sekarang, mentang-mentang engkau ada kawan yang lebih 'baik' dari aku, engkau lepaskan aku! Nanti aku lihatlah, jika engkau dalam kesusahan, siapa akan tolong." Dengan segera Qamarul menentang matanya kepada aku dan terus jalan ke kereta yang diberi oleh kawan baiknya yang lebih kaya dari aku. Mulai dari hari itu, kalau tidak tentang kerja, saya tidak berbicara sama dia lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I ended my karangan. Social Studies Paper. I think I will pass but I don't think I willl ace it like what I thought I would. I don't think I did well in my Structured Essay Question about the principles necesssary in governing Singapore and the best approach of promoting population growth in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Muhammad Syahiddin, Muhammad Syafiq and Nur Diana at Downtown East to get Afiq's hollow pin to pierce his lips. Finally, I got to see Iddin in action. He pierced Afiq's lips as if he was piercing a stack of paper. Eeew-ified. Seeing Iddin's 'prowess', he is asking me to pierce my lips. Ha. Let's see about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Tribute to Those Who Pierce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing - is a waste of money. Buying the hollow pin, paying the person to pierce for you (or for some of you, it's free as your friends do it for you) and of course, the price to pay when you get caught in school etc. You also have to learn to maintain it well. &lt;b&gt;What if&lt;/b&gt; you get an infection from it. The trips to the doctor's ain't free ya know! &lt;br /&gt;What's more - it is a waste of time. If I can put it in my way, I would waste seconds or even minutes just trying to get that stud into the hole. As stupid as I am, I think I would pierce another hole and that makes my problem twice it was before. &lt;br /&gt;Cool or not?! Piercing is not even cool in the first place. Thinking that you will get the attention of others just says that you are a attention seeker. Look at me, though I am an attention seeker too, I do have other ways to attract other people's attention. And if you think it's cool as you think it is cool, get a life, please! I beg you! &lt;br /&gt;So my decision is clear isn't it? Enough bitching around, cause someone's gonna shout "Azhar's gonna have a BF!" (bitch feat / bitch fit, I just don't know, yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay Paper 2. I think it went smoothly, just that I got stuck in the creating of sentences with the words given. The comprehension was fairly easy and I think I can score at most/least 15 out of 27(?) Geography Paper. I wasted my time in the first section - Natural Vegetation. I only had 30 minutes to finish the last section on Development. Such a dissapointment. A waste of time. I didn't plan everything properly. Knowing that tomorrow's papers will be a breeze, I decided to go swimming at one of the beaches in Singapore just now. Waste of time right? Wan Ting was surprised. Haha. I really didn't want to go swimming, but I am really stressed and sad over some things. So I did what I thought others would. Like that day when the three of us was BF-ing about the people we hate. Can't wait for the paper tomorrow. My fave! But not the paper after recess yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4268705943151081383?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4268705943151081383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4268705943151081383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4268705943151081383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4268705943151081383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/ending.html' title='The Ending.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1268946646972311278</id><published>2008-10-05T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:46:05.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya</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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SOg4Q51IfBI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zr4raNddju0/s1600-h/DSCF3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SOg4Q51IfBI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zr4raNddju0/s320/DSCF3134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253510828380421138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To all umat Islam out there, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Apa-apa kesilapan yang saya telah buat sengaja ke tidak sengaja, minta maaf yah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of raya wasn't that much extravagant as the past years but at least I got a surprise from my aunt the last day of the fasting month. She brought me shopping for clothes and more clothes at Tampines followed by a visit to her house in Punggol to help her put up her curtains and blinds. Went home and broke fast with ketupat and all the other delicious dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to first day of raya, promise for my grandmother was not fulfilled as I didn't go there as early as I thought I would. With our black baju in the hot sun, we walked from the bustop all the way to the house at the corner block in Punggol - in lamen terms, its very far~ Waited for people to come and go while waiting for Mummy's sms to meet her at Sengkang. When she sms-ed, we went out and just so happens, her bus was behind the bus I was in. So we alighted and joined her since the bus we was on didn't go directly to my Mum's sister's house. Such a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was school, yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;. Can't the school be any more kinder to give us another day off since it is Hari Raya? Mr Chong thought Hari Raya was a one day event~ Went home and waited for the arrival of Muhammad Syahiddin, who spent the evening at my house before I changed and met my mum at Elias Mall to take the direct bus to my Grandmother's sister's house. A one house visit. Went home quite early since the next day is the first day of Sis' PSLE papers and my EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First paper was okay. No comments actually. Just that I think I can fail for my Paper 2 as I didn't really do well in the summary. Luckily, there was only one passage, not two. It won't really make any difference but I just hate mixing up with the two almost similar passages. Can't wait for Monday's Mother Tongue Paper 1 and get over with the Social Studies Paper as &lt;u&gt;alllllll&lt;/u&gt; the factors form chapter 2 - 4 from the qualities of a good I don't know what to the consequences of the Sri Lankan conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing bunga api with Ain and my sis the last two nights. Bundled up 20 whistling bunga api together and a non-whistling one to 'activate' the fireworks. It was phenomenal! Can't wait for more bunga api. Its your turn to buy some Anne.&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/634299985854631885-1268946646972311278?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1268946646972311278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1268946646972311278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1268946646972311278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1268946646972311278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SOg4Q51IfBI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zr4raNddju0/s72-c/DSCF3134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4241108991152373144</id><published>2008-09-29T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:43:36.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends + monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;27th September 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up darn early but didn't do much at first. Started the morning with some clean ups in the hall. After that was when the dirty but fun part starts. I started to show off my talent - baking cakes. Baked chocolate vermicelli cakes. One for my family, and another for my aunt. But the one for my aunt turned out bad. Ha. It always happens every year. Whatever we made for her always gets screwed up one way or another. Maybe we shouldn't state that the cake is for her. Boo hoo! Had tuition afterward and 'Loger' bought me plain milk. I hate plain milk. But since he already bought me the milk, just drink it! ( just do it! ) Went home and 'instructed' Sis and IDDY to bake the fruit cake indirectly. Spent the night sewing the upholstery for the sofa. People, be surprised that I sewed a part of the upholstery and it IS beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;28th September 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late. Noon exactly and found out my phone screen was blank. BUT, I could still call and receive calls. Yeah. Luckily, I remembered the steps to play some songs that I had put into a playlist. So I left the phone flip open. And withing five minutes, I closed the flip and saw my face on the outer screen. And when I opened the flip, the screen came back on. I was so relieved. It was a miracle. Phew! I thought I had to send it for repair as I still had it on warranty since I bought it - though it was second hand. Also baked some cupcakes. But it turned out like mudpies. Did some research of mudpies. Most of them used brown sugar, like I did. My mudpie has many touches of chocolate flavors. Hmmmmm! But it looks unappetizing. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as per normal. But I didn't know that reaching school at 9.30am was considered as late. A few times I went to school at that time but wasn't considered late. I think the school is going stricter without any warnings. Pissh-poshh. I thought school ended at 1.45pm. So at 1.45pm, I packed my bag then I suddenly remembered it was Monday. Still got AV. Stupid AV. But Seri &amp;amp; I skipped AV and helped our MT teacher do some decor in front of the GO since Hari Raya is right in front of us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Two more days to my everything.&lt;/span&gt; Skipping school tomorrow as there isn't any good going to school for only 3 hours and come back tired and not being able to do anything. Take MC luh. Wan Ting, I'm so not pont-ing. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4241108991152373144?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4241108991152373144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4241108991152373144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4241108991152373144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4241108991152373144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekends-monday-blues.html' title='weekends + monday blues'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7764514602461038977</id><published>2008-09-22T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:50:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;EOY - 11 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hari Raya / My birthday / Childrens' Day - 8 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SNegCItskNI/AAAAAAAAADc/W6Za3wWLCbE/s1600-h/22-09-08_2050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SNegCItskNI/AAAAAAAAADc/W6Za3wWLCbE/s320/22-09-08_2050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248839849282932946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari Raya shopping yesterday. Bought lots of stuff of course! But before going out, I had to clean my room. It's now clean! (surprisingly clean~) I cleared everything out, and now, my house is half done for celebrations. Left with the goodies for the celebration, my bro's room, and the upholstery that is gonna be sewn by Mummy&lt;3 &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hari Raya Shopping List (already done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;1) Upholstery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;2) Baju Kurung for me and bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;3) Cushions and cushion covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;4) Drink Air Katira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I reported sick to school. Didn't even go for my Geography Common Test. I have an MC. &amp;amp;An.ne, I didn't go to school because of IDDY, I didn't because I was sick. Flu, fever, body, stomach and head aches. IDDY got 2 days MC. Just because he went to the toilet 5 times in the morning. I should learn his trick(: Cleaned the windows and put on the lights for celebration. (above) This is the FIRST time that we put up lights for Hari Raya since we moved in this apartment since 2000. That is a long time. Spent my night in front of my teevee feeling safe cause I know that there isn't any test tomorrow. Yay!&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/634299985854631885-7764514602461038977?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7764514602461038977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7764514602461038977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7764514602461038977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7764514602461038977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/09/hari-raya-shopping-yesterday.html' title='Lights on.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SNegCItskNI/AAAAAAAAADc/W6Za3wWLCbE/s72-c/22-09-08_2050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2465969710839405852</id><published>2008-09-20T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:51:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;EOY - 13 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hari Raya / My birthday / Childrens' Day - 10 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Had a 'great' Friday. Just that the fact that we met some school people in our school uniform at some place was embarrassing, &amp;amp; I turned back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) When people put things in my mouth and cause people to fight, especially those people that I don't trust, it just boils my blood in the same time. It just makes me hate the person even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Hari Raya preps seems to be not going any faster as I don't really think my house is ready for the celebrations. Baju kurung &amp;amp; the new upholstery for the wrought iron sofa is yet being bought. Wrought iron sofa is being painted dark dark green with a touch of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) End-of-year exams, is like 13 days away (as above), &amp;amp; I only think that I'm ready for only 2 subjects. &amp;amp; I hope to pass my English this time, so I can bring up my total score later this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Been doing my homework lately &amp;amp; I have been getting lesser scoldings by teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I still can't get over the fact that when someone hates someone, &amp;amp; still sides that someone. That someone is like contradicting someone's self luh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) When I hate someone, it really goes one till forever. But I don't show it, I say it indirectly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Been being anti-social these days. Maybe I'm as shy as my mum last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) More feelings being bottled up in my weak heart &amp;amp; body. I need someone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing this post in point form cause I can't afford to loose time to study &amp;amp; rest. I just want everything to turn back to normal, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guess what? I started mugging. Thanks to O. Satu Benda.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2465969710839405852?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2465969710839405852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2465969710839405852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2465969710839405852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2465969710839405852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/09/eoy-13-more-days-hari-raya-my-birthday.html' title='Point form.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-8526509763277168044</id><published>2008-09-16T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:51:31.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Nano Chromatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/gallery/ads/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SM-BCwaCiRI/AAAAAAAAADU/nOwHY0vtXaE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246553975263758610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in love. In love with the new iPod Nano-chromatic. The colors are like so, WHOA! I'd like the red one, green, orange, white, blue, purple, and maybe the hot pink! The black &amp;amp; yellow doesn't attract my eyes &amp;amp; so will others. I want a color that everyone will lay their eyes on and attracts everyone's attention. Azhar [attention seeker] &lt;attention&gt; Azmi. Illegal name alright. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click the picture to see the ad&lt;/span&gt;. Iddin and I are planning to buy it on the same day, with our Hari Raya collection of course, that is if I get enough money - &amp;amp; I know I won't but so what?! I can at least use Iddin's (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/attention&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fasting month is a bore. I go home straight from school everyday (except Wednesdays &amp;amp; Fridays) and sit in front of the teevee watching some lame shows with Iddin. He has been making frequent visits to my house, internet, teevee &amp;amp; of course, COOKING! My new hobby IF Iddin is right beside me. He just brings out the best in me luh. On Saturday, we cooked Ayam Masak Merah &amp;amp; on Sunday, Ayam Masak Kicap. My original recipes, but he makes it nicer than what I usually make. Comparing with a future hotel chef is just making me feel small, like how (S)omeone does. &amp;amp; for the record, it's not God. I just hate that (S)omeone but my heart just tells me to forgive &amp;amp; forget since it IS the holy month of Ramadhan. I learning okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plans to create a brand new private blog is cancelled due to the lack of resources I need, which no one can offer to help me in. So, what the hell! Just cancel it luh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-8526509763277168044?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8526509763277168044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=8526509763277168044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8526509763277168044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8526509763277168044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-in-love-with-this-ipod-nano.html' title='iPod Nano Chromatic'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SM-BCwaCiRI/AAAAAAAAADU/nOwHY0vtXaE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2935179152501458512</id><published>2008-09-13T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:51:49.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fantastic Friday"</title><content type='html'>Plans for my supposed to be Fantastic Friday so I went for Band and broke fast with JZ, Babs, Syazalli &amp;amp; Muhammad. Got my report book man! &amp;amp;I think it IS way below my effing standard. I hafta buck up for EOYs cause without passing English, I won't be able to be promoted like others will. Shithead! I passed my Add. Maths! At last. But I only managed to get a C6. Okay pathetic but at least I did not get an F9 like I used to. My Saturday is spent by going to Serangoon to collect something and cooking for break fast later. Seems boring right, but I don't think so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New stuff in my life. &amp;amp;I hope it doesn't go gone soon. I would like it to last till next year at least. Many stuffs have been happening in my life &amp;amp; I will be making a private blog. Links to private blog or what I call my well of despair will be on my blog soon. It's in the making baybeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2935179152501458512?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2935179152501458512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2935179152501458512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2935179152501458512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2935179152501458512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/09/plans-for-my-supposed-to-be-fantastic.html' title='&quot;Fantastic Friday&quot;'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7598314280273565506</id><published>2008-09-07T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:52:10.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Fast.</title><content type='html'>Slept late last night, phone searching. Slept around 3am. Woken up by mummy around 9am and went to the market to buy some meat. Didn't do much after that. Ain SMSed me inviting me to her house to do some homework, though she doesn't even have any and also to break fast at her house. So I left home earlier around 4pm and did some homework at Ain's.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain find it so exciting/cool for me to be breaking fast at her house. Lame~ As if none of her friends had broke fast at her house before. And this is my first time seeing her eat like a (sorry to say An.ne) pig. She ate TWO servings of Mee Soto, which my sister &amp;amp; I only had one - cause one serving was like so much! &amp;amp;I now know her favorite phrase when eating and someone asks her to eat faster - "It takes time". Haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha! Had a long time listening to songs and An.ne finishing 1 of my english newspaper articles. Only one, so much for saying that she types fast. Yeah, maybe it's because you have to refer to the article but if you were in the editor's shoe, he/she has to make up the words on the spot and write the article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain, It Takes Time(:&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;Meeting Sabila Dina tomorrow at Pasir Ris CC at 4pm. Practical mugging and some catching up to do. Kekek sei Azhar~&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/634299985854631885-7598314280273565506?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7598314280273565506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7598314280273565506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7598314280273565506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7598314280273565506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/09/slept-late-last-night-phone-searching.html' title='Break Fast.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1971778838769327537</id><published>2008-09-06T15:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:52:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapping Granny K</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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWFMeBCsI/AAAAAAAAACU/PmMFMd27EO4/s1600-h/DSCF3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWFMeBCsI/AAAAAAAAACU/PmMFMd27EO4/s320/DSCF3057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242847563459136194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the Marina Barracks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWFsNx_OI/AAAAAAAAACc/CoiVrC-q9vA/s1600-h/DSCF3088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWFsNx_OI/AAAAAAAAACc/CoiVrC-q9vA/s320/DSCF3088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242847571980975330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;City Skyline (a pity it wasn't at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is over and so is the holidays. Homework(s) are piling and I'm only left with 1.5 days to do it. How the hell am I suppose to finish all my English articles (&gt;10) + the huge pile of worksheets that she gave us in this limited time. Oh yeah, there's still e-maths homework that Mdm Yap had given days before the holidays had started. Oh how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was band day, watched a Korean movie at mysoju.com. "Kidnapping Granny K" Just the tittle gives me the laughs. It's about this granny who has 0 attention from her children who are busy doing their own stuff using her billions that she had given them. She was kidnapped unprofessionally and the kidnappers called her children. Yet, her children think that she is staging the kidnap. Ha. Money-minded children! Then the unprofessional kidnappers were helped by her and ended up askig for a ransom of 50 billion won. And the story goes. http://www.mysoju.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so hope I don't get children like that, and first, I hope I won't be one. But I know I won't (: Rest assured mum, I won't be like them ^^ Went to school at 12 all ready for instrument playing. I pronounce myself in love with my dear Tenor Saxaphone. Ha. Long story. &amp;amp;Within one day of playing it, the scheduled practical test was passed(: Yay Azhar! Somehow, I find the scales similar to the alto's one(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band finished late, so as planned, Sabrina, Muhammad &amp;amp; I went to Tampines. But sadly, S11 was closed for renovation till 140908. Sad. So we went to Food Culture as what I suggested to break fast there. I had Mee Soto. Seriously, the sambal/chili is Oh-so spicy, &amp;amp;I only put a bit. Bussed home in 39 with Sabrina and homed around 9+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone with Ain while simultaneously chatting with her on MSN. Was bullied last night, darn! Sister and mum ganged up on me. I ended up sleeping on the floor and woke up around 4+ to have my early breakfast. Slept back, and woke up at 1pm. Off to clean the house. Update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[many moments later 5.53pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I just cleared the God knows what mess in my room. Should be cleaning it in the next weekends. Cleaned the living room too! Yay! A good place to break my fast later. Cats were given away yesterday. Expecting less mess in the house for Hari Raya. Kitchen's in good condition now. Just that the hood is spoilt. Finding a replacement I think. Currently getting ready the food to break fast later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Hari Raya, what's more, it's my birthday. I am so lucky. &amp;amp;I'm only 15. My bro's birthday next year is the second day of Hari Raya. Who knows, Mummy's birthday would be the third day the following year &amp;amp; my sis' birthday would be the fourth years after (cause her birthday is far from ours). Mum decided this year to be ou B&amp;amp;W (black&amp;amp;white) year for Hari Raya. I can't wait to go shopping for my baju kurung and my shirts. I want to make this year's special but I don't know how to. I'm planning to make a karaoke session a few days before my birthday to celebrate my birthday. Oh my, I'm just can't wait for Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWF5XdGLI/AAAAAAAAACk/S8w6ihhgyv8/s1600-h/DSCF3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWF5XdGLI/AAAAAAAAACk/S8w6ihhgyv8/s320/DSCF3077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242847575511210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love the clouds!&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;There's a flash of light, UFO!&lt;br /&gt;(camera got flash luh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWGdpTWhI/AAAAAAAAACs/29U6fxUn9io/s1600-h/DSCF3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWGdpTWhI/AAAAAAAAACs/29U6fxUn9io/s320/DSCF3093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242847585249745426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They already put the field there, bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWGlE4CMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5Tw5nNMn9fg/s1600-h/DSCF3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWGlE4CMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5Tw5nNMn9fg/s320/DSCF3124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242847587244443842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya the lights weren't as nice as last time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1971778838769327537?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1971778838769327537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1971778838769327537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1971778838769327537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1971778838769327537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-huge-pile-of-worksheets-that-she.html' title='Kidnapping Granny K'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SMJWFMeBCsI/AAAAAAAAACU/PmMFMd27EO4/s72-c/DSCF3057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-502722112768640402</id><published>2008-09-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:17:52.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SLq-oqE0rgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lr9qyJLhuNI/s320/DSCF3028.JPG" border="0" height="200" width="140" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240710722097556994" /&gt;30th August 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flight Fantasy - CAAS Family Day 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with family of course except brother, and my sister had asked her friends who are twins to tag along. Went out around 7am expecting good weather, and we did get what we want. So we bussed down to Tampines and waited for the shuttle to Singapore Flyer to depart. Reached around 8.10am and guess what?! We were the early birds! Early Bird lucky draw was first, wasn't expecting anything from it cause I know that our number (cause only the staff of CAAS can get the lucky draw) - 8381, was a nice one and there may be a chance that we would win in the Grand Lucky Draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SLrIefpcmMI/AAAAAAAAACE/uOHv6H9VDYE/s320/DSCF3037.JPG" border="0" width="140" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240721542615963842" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the 'extravagant' opening and had this illusionist on stage, Jeremy Pei. A good one actually, well-known internationally. Oh yah, Glenn Ong (?) from Classs 95 was the emcee of the whole thang, missed my chance to take a photo with him, I'm not a fanatic okay, it's just that it's not everyday that we get to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sister and the twins took part in the CHILDREN'S Coloring Contest, which Saibah won 5th in. Yeah! Congrats Saibah! After that took picture at the photo booth, with mum and sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SLrOTQgXslI/AAAAAAAAACM/UpehU2axgf8/s320/DSCF3096.JPG" border="0" height="200" width="140" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240727946642567762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it got printed, my mum's eyes was like sepet, fuck the photographer. You spoil the picture, so much for using a Canon EOS **D. I don't remember the number but still, since you're using a good camera, make the picture good, oh God, help these people please. Then we went up the Singapore Flyer, the queue was short, within 10 minutes of waiting, which is quite fast eventhough they made us stop for the scanner thingy and the picture taking, we got into the capsule right before the Harley Davidson motorcycle was in - they're having a charity event, so the whole capsule costs a lot so that the donators can take a picture with it in the Singapore Flyer. The ride was 30 minutes, breathtaking view from above. Fuyooooh! When we reached the highest point, there was an 'announcement'. I swear that the $29 that adults have to pay is worth it. If you are a professional photographer, you can really make money $.$ Mum did not ride it due to some constraints so she sat down at the Greek Theatre, which we can see her from above. Yeah! Games, ice creams and home. Badminton at night with the twins and their brother and played with this Indian man who suddenly came and played with Saibah. Ha. No face!&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;&lt;u&gt;30th August 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up darn early to finish up my I'm Yours score that I'm printing for my entertainment during band sectionals on Wednesday. Went out from my room and found that my mum and sis is watching 'Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks'. Old~ Then started to clear up the kitchen and rested all the way. Watched The Simpsons Movie too. Around 6+, mum said that we are going out to meet her friend, only after we changed and went down to the bustop did she say that we are going to Geylang with her friend to see see only. From interchange, walked to I don't know where the hell we walked, to Haig Road, where I saw this secondary 4 student from my school which I swear I don't know his name. Ate murtabak and drank coke (thanks for the specificity~). Went to 1st Lady at I don't remember, Joo Chiat or Tanjong Katong, I just confuse myself between both. Then I saw Amirah Osman's mum, and her sis too. See see, never see her. Then we were exiting, I saw AMIRAHamirahAMIRAH! She just cut her hair just now, wow! Nice hair Amirah. Then went to walk around and someone we passed by made someone in a bad mood. Last stop was this Hong Kong shop which sells beautiful tops for Hari Raya, but sadly, it was for women only, not for girls too. Effing nice man, if they sold man's tops similar to that, I'd had forced my mum to buy it for me! I can picture how the man's one would be. Walked my mum's friend home at Eunos and saw Nurasyikin under one of the blocks at Eunos Courts. Must be waiting for her dad to bring down the car. Bussed home and homed around 10.45pm. Schooling tomorrow, from 8-10am, class's telling everyone to go early to surprise Ms Wong? We are never early, Ms Wong is always earlier. Ha, fasting tomorrow, shall wake up later. Guess what?! It's already 1.16am! Sleep Azhar sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-502722112768640402?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/502722112768640402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=502722112768640402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/502722112768640402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/502722112768640402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/30th-august-2008-flight-fantasy-caas.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SLq-oqE0rgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lr9qyJLhuNI/s72-c/DSCF3028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5018876645937266203</id><published>2008-08-26T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:11:45.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm, was going through all my emails when I found this one sent from my mum. Haha, it really tickled me. ONCE READ, CONSIDERED UNLAUGHABLE ANYMORE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EFFECTIVE AUGUST 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;NEW OFFICE POLICY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress Code:&lt;br /&gt;1) You are advised to come to work dressed according to&lt;br /&gt;your salary.&lt;br /&gt;2) If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a&lt;br /&gt;Gucci bag, we will assume you are doing well financially&lt;br /&gt;and therefore do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;3) If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your&lt;br /&gt;money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and&lt;br /&gt;therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;4) If you dress just right, you are right where you need&lt;br /&gt;to be and therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick Days:&lt;br /&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof&lt;br /&gt;of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Days:&lt;br /&gt;Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year.&lt;br /&gt;They are called Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom Breaks:&lt;br /&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the&lt;br /&gt;stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will&lt;br /&gt;sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall&lt;br /&gt;door will open, and a picture will be taken. After your&lt;br /&gt;second offense, your picture will be posted on the&lt;br /&gt;company bulletin board under the 'Chronic Offenders'&lt;br /&gt;category. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be&lt;br /&gt;sectioned under the company's mental health policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Break:&lt;br /&gt;* Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need&lt;br /&gt;to eat more, so that they can look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;* Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a&lt;br /&gt;balanced meal to maintain their average figure.&lt;br /&gt;* Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's&lt;br /&gt;all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here&lt;br /&gt;to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;all questions, comments, concerns, complaints,&lt;br /&gt;frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations,&lt;br /&gt;allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation&lt;br /&gt;and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Went home straight school after finishing my Chemistry worksheet. Sent Bedah, SeriFUYOOOOH &amp;amp; Mirrah to SPC and rushed for my 'spacious' bus 3 which passed us when we were at the pedestrians crossing. Ate, slept &amp;amp; tuition. McDonald for dinner and went online. Sleeping soooooooon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5018876645937266203?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5018876645937266203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5018876645937266203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5018876645937266203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5018876645937266203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmmm-was-going-through-all-my-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4705762986299414457</id><published>2008-08-24T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:28:56.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 181px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/Fujifilm%20F50/DSCF2815.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been bringing a camera to school nowadays. Very tight schedule and lots of things are due and I've not completed it, English articles - LAST PRIORITY. So what my English is not good, reading articles won't do for me, gimme Sidney Sheldon &amp;amp; I think I'll really improve ;) My schedule is as follow;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: School &amp;amp; Tuition with Andiq, home by 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: School &amp;amp; Science self-study, home by 6pm&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: School &amp;amp; Band, home by 7pm&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: School &amp;amp; Maths Self-study, home by 6pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday: School &amp;amp; Band, home by 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats my week, for every week. No free time, unless I decide to go for a checkup and get loose for one of those days. Ha. &amp;amp;YEAH, congrats myself for being transferred to the Percussion section in Band, health comes first though. What to do... Will be going to Anne's later &amp;amp; "study" for tomorrow's English common test, Mrs Pang gave us a list of vocabulary words that may come t in the comprehension (w/o summary) test tomorrow. I hope I pass. Made my blog brighter today(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4705762986299414457?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4705762986299414457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4705762986299414457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4705762986299414457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4705762986299414457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-been-bringing-camera-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/Fujifilm%20F50/th_DSCF2815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5485308763904528936</id><published>2008-08-14T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:05:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SIc1GCeRhGI/AAAAAAAAABI/M2FMiwjZxww/s1600-h/1_111293032l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos-552.friendster.com/e1/photos/25/55/30035552/1_542421838l.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226204270446085218" border="0" height="270" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andiq Nur'Amirah(:&lt;br /&gt;Will be seeing more of her,&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Teaching her smaller brother, maths. Every Monday, I'll see this cheeky Andiq ur'Amiruh and his sister. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we will be like last time(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5485308763904528936?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5485308763904528936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5485308763904528936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5485308763904528936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5485308763904528936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-9158224991161011587</id><published>2008-08-08T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:52:32.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day/Speech Day/Punggol Idol FInals/I Love Punggol Carnival</title><content type='html'>Today was National Day/Speech Day/Punggol Idol Finals/I Love Punggol Carnival. Yeah, I missed them all, 'cause I went to the doctor yesterday and he gave me 2 days MC. I missed everything, especially my performance during the march pass. Sorry Bandits! Had my first blood test yesterday, and I was nervous at first. So much for being scared, I didn't even feel the needle going through my skin as it was very cold and I think my arm got numb. Will be taking my blood test results later, I hope I don't get a serious disease. Touch wood! Sent Ain to Esso just now, Myra waved from the car. She was wearing white! Kesemangatan negara! I didn't knew that she was gonna wear white so I was at a state of shock for a while. Watched CSI until my mum went for tuition. Currently waiting for her to SMS me to go out. Today is 080808!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-9158224991161011587?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/9158224991161011587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=9158224991161011587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9158224991161011587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9158224991161011587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-dayspeech-daypunggol-idol.html' title='National Day/Speech Day/Punggol Idol FInals/I Love Punggol Carnival'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-9203546032961011616</id><published>2008-08-01T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:32:53.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRASAN PEOPLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two orang-orang has got pictures of their idols with the words "I Love &lt;insert&gt;" Haha. So perasan! &amp;amp;I didn't need to know, they told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School was szchecklooh-ly lame. Yeah! Got 2 packets of M&amp;amp;M Peanut from Cikgu Aszrina. Ha, the absent one did not get. Band after school. Had the heart to heart meeting with the ex-co. Yeah, ex-co - Ex Committee Members. &amp;amp;Sabrina wants the new committee members to be called ex-co. Eww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Watching TV recently. This lame ad from Channel U keeps coming out. Not lame, but it just gives me the creeps. Currently watching this new Korean series - Couple or Trouble. If this was a Singaporean story, I would name it "Couple &amp;amp; Trouble". Everyone should agree with me right(: Someone is asking me to chat with my ex. Sorry sikit, time in gold. &amp;amp;FYI Anne, I don't own a phone yet. Notice the word "yet". Just wait &amp;amp; see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I came back from school, my mum has been looking at PSPs at auctions. As if she wants to buy, I think she wants to make her friend jealous about the cheaper price online, but still, there wasn't any PSPs lower than $350 that comes with original Sony battery that can last for 7 hours. Her friend bought 2, a Lite and a Slim, for her grandchildren, who isn't even 12 yet. Not saying that they can't but look, someone older who is better of than them (though there are quite rich as they live in Australia, bitch!), they get better things. Grr! I hate younger people having better things than me. &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/634299985854631885-9203546032961011616?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/9203546032961011616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=9203546032961011616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9203546032961011616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9203546032961011616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/08/prasan-people.html' title='PRASAN PEOPLE!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4072451612516113902</id><published>2008-07-31T20:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:01:51.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUS-pension / A.Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wednesday 300708&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Just because I did not tell my teacher earlier that I would not be going for the Chemistry self-study, Rafiq, Shawal, Amirah, Raphael, Seri &amp;amp; I had to be called to the side to be 'handled' with. First 'speech' was by Mrs Gan, 3B students was being defiant &amp;amp; rude to Mr Kumar, their own form teacher, so both of them were sent for suspension. Expecting for the same thing, Mr Philip Tan talked to us, for a moment and  then Mr Eric Koh. Talked + some stories + some other out of point talks, he decided to give us 3 days suspension, BUT, if we behaved well for our first day in suspension, we won't have to serve the other 2 days of suspension. We went out suspension 15 minutes early. Yeah! Thanks to Mr Hisham, we volunteered to do his paperwork, and was sent to the HOD room. Did ALL of his paperwork and got out at 4.45pm. But since I am the Welfare Officer in Band, I would like to see my bandits before I get to go home. Went up and found out that they would be there till 6.30pm. Stayed till then &amp;amp; headed home. Homed around 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today 310708&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was driven to school by Myra's mum ( Thanks! Much appreciated), and reached on time. Yeah! Wasn't sure if we were still under suspension or not so we just went for classes, so much for planning to skip the 2 periods of Additional Mathematics - Seri. New chapter today! Properties of circle. Bored. Went for Mathematics self-study as I was told by Mr Chong to help the band two students - sine &amp;amp; cosine rule. Sent Seri to CP as she had to finish her Additional Mathematics today. I saw him! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Misssed my 89 so I slowly walked to the bus stop and went home(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4072451612516113902?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4072451612516113902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4072451612516113902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4072451612516113902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4072451612516113902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/sus-pension-amaths.html' title='SUS-pension / A.Maths'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6784713843981393673</id><published>2008-07-23T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:50:52.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how I wish I can post something on this iPod. i can&apos;t post anything else. aww.'/><title type='text'>picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SIc1GCeRhGI/AAAAAAAAABI/M2FMiwjZxww/s1600-h/1_111293032l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SIc1GCeRhGI/AAAAAAAAABI/M2FMiwjZxww/s320/1_111293032l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226204270446085218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is one, yeah one of my favourite pictures that was taken with Sam's camera at Ain's gathering at Sentosa, Palawan/Pahlawan Beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-6784713843981393673?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6784713843981393673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6784713843981393673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6784713843981393673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6784713843981393673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture.html' title='picture.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SIc1GCeRhGI/AAAAAAAAABI/M2FMiwjZxww/s72-c/1_111293032l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2240218416975912528</id><published>2008-07-18T19:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:38:54.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Wrongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so darn tired this week, I had to cancel Sunday's outing as I feel too tired, though, there was to little response for the outing, pathetic response. 3 out of 18 people was interested. Fuh! Can't wait for tomorrow, but as the song says, "Can't help but wait". Ain, I owe you a present, &amp;amp; I hope to give it to you ASAP. I hope I can take more pictures tomorrow(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2240218416975912528?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2240218416975912528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2240218416975912528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2240218416975912528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2240218416975912528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-wrongs.html' title='Ten Wrongs'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7898275836083413020</id><published>2008-07-15T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:16:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SHyrxCdfxYI/AAAAAAAAABA/4FN4JmMWJhE/s1600-h/DSCF2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SHyrxCdfxYI/AAAAAAAAABA/4FN4JmMWJhE/s320/DSCF2428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238526805460354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri Wadaniyah - 15th July&lt;br /&gt;My Oh so noisy friend.&lt;br /&gt;My Oh so happy friend.&lt;br /&gt;My Oh so hyperactive friend.&lt;br /&gt;My Oh so sad, you're older than me friend.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain/Anne - 16th July&lt;br /&gt;My I'll be there for you friend.&lt;br /&gt;My keep changing blogskin friend.&lt;br /&gt;My very old friend, in both meanings of old.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday to both of you!&lt;br /&gt;Especially to Seri, you turned to your favorite number (15), on your favorite day! May you be blessed and get through the 'O's with flying colors! Luck will be on your side! &amp;amp;Ain, 'N's are next year &amp;amp; you better buck up! Don't be rude to 'You should know who I'm talking about' and overcome the devil in you. XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a full schedule for the whole week eversince Seri's pit, tuition was cancelled, thank god! A load of my back. Can't wait for this Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-7898275836083413020?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7898275836083413020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7898275836083413020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7898275836083413020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7898275836083413020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-babies.html' title='July Babies!'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SHyrxCdfxYI/AAAAAAAAABA/4FN4JmMWJhE/s72-c/DSCF2428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4655958455116426142</id><published>2008-07-09T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:47:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SHTBRAYviMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zY7xKSRuOgQ/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SHTBRAYviMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zY7xKSRuOgQ/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221010365934962882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what?! I found my pictures from my old phone. (:&lt;div&gt;Seri hair! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so sorry! I had not blog like for so long already. Will update as soon as I get my internet back(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4655958455116426142?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4655958455116426142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4655958455116426142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4655958455116426142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4655958455116426142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SHTBRAYviMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zY7xKSRuOgQ/s72-c/DSC00214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6382016219366775178</id><published>2008-07-03T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:26:15.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacBook Pro</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/Picture2-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last day of our Social Studies Project, we left the other tasks to the other 2 guys. Ha. &amp;amp;I think they did it well. Was at the LRT doing it, actually, just doing the backgrounds and stuff and guess what, Ain didn't charge the lappy fully when I left it at her house (not blaming you Ain) so we had no choice but to go to the library and charge it. Krizia was studying with her friends and joined us afterwards. Camwhored, Seri, Ain, Kriz, I'll be burning a disc of all our pictures from this lappy before it goes away. Awwwww! Memories.&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/634299985854631885-6382016219366775178?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6382016219366775178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6382016219366775178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6382016219366775178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6382016219366775178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-day-of-our-social-studies-project.html' title='MacBook Pro'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4744495423655668821</id><published>2008-07-02T21:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:29:05.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I Said,Partial Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SGuFqCRnaDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KI04_7ChP6c/s1600-h/Photo+67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SGuFqCRnaDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KI04_7ChP6c/s320/Photo+67.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411550450608178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite picture of all, but I'm not in it, what a pity. wouldn't want to make my mind think back on what I did this week but I think to day should be enough. Today's hot topic; Backstabbing, or to Amirah, who didn't get the hint, Bagstabbing. HA. Okay, everything should be fine by 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Okay, they're fine now. Did social studies project at CP again today, and went home around 5. Left Kriz alone, sorry Kriz, but didn't you had a great time? Went home, ate the last Mini Cornetto, sorry Seri, no more for you :P Used someone's network at my tuition hall in my house till Ain told me to go out to West Plaza. She was late, oh yes she was, but she doesn't know that I reached early, I don't wanna make people feel guilty. Can't wait for Seri's pit the weekend before her birthday, planning to make a tee for the pit, I hope we can design it and get it ready by the pit. &amp;amp;I can't wait till I present the OH-SO WONDERFUL Social Studies powerpoint - Shaun said it was nice, on Friday. Yeah, tomorrow is Thursday. Hahahaha, I'm just high right now. Till next time, when I get an internet connection, ha.&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/634299985854631885-4744495423655668821?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4744495423655668821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4744495423655668821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4744495423655668821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4744495423655668821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-i-saidpartial-hiatus.html' title='Like I Said,Partial Hiatus'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SGuFqCRnaDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KI04_7ChP6c/s72-c/Photo+67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2552674469999102381</id><published>2008-06-29T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:00:32.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>partially Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SGdrKVEYcTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-g8NVxNZhh0/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SGdrKVEYcTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-g8NVxNZhh0/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217256518530396466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were supposed to be showing off their manicure, NOT JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;Internet at home is off &amp;amp; currently blogging at Sengkang Library. Many things had happen &amp;amp; I just can't find a way to start. Yesterday's concert was fun! Okay, fun, but not pleasing to here. Darn, I didn't play my melodies well, but I played my harmony parts well. How lame. Missed going shopping with my mum at Bugis after that. But I did have a great time having dinner at Compass KFC while celebrating Jerin's birthday, &amp;amp;yeah, Happy Birthday Jerin! That's all folks, till the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2552674469999102381?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2552674469999102381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2552674469999102381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2552674469999102381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2552674469999102381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/partially-hiatus.html' title='partially Hiatus'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SGdrKVEYcTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-g8NVxNZhh0/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6459089287935993087</id><published>2008-06-26T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:46:23.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna grow old with you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/Picture1-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;A criminal for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schools per normal. Brought the lappy to school and did the SS Project we are almost done with, just left with the notes for our classmates and more information which I had gotten. Went to Elias Mall with Ain &amp;amp; was stuck there for less than 2 hours, yet, she wanted to go home. Followed her wishes and went home. Something happened at home which I will be keeping to myself. Rushed through my English Comprehensions and talked to Ain on the phone for a while. Ha. Aku bunga-ed? Lame shit. Acted something to Ain and she seem to believe it . Ha. How pathetic can she be? &amp;amp;Yet she say she know to very well. Tomorrow's the last practice before the actual concert. OMG OMG! 1 more day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luh seii! &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/634299985854631885-6459089287935993087?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6459089287935993087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6459089287935993087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6459089287935993087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6459089287935993087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-grow-old-with-you.html' title='I wanna grow old with you..'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-739096036540902692</id><published>2008-06-25T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:35:06.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdddddddddd:ay</title><content type='html'>Ain didn't come to school today, so did Amirah. I went to school a bit later than my usual timing. But still, I reached school in time. New Rule #1: Before 0730 not considered late. Not a rule, but just to me, a privilege. Sabrina treated me Mee Soto for recess &amp;amp; followed after that, some other boring lessons that I used to sleep in. School ended and it was band, this time, the combined practice was in the multiplex room. Ended 10 minutes before the school was closing. Homed around 7.30pm. Ate and started with my English June Holiday Assignment. I am darn slow to be doing my JUNE HOLIDAY Assignment right after it ended. I am still left with 4 comprehensions, which I will try to ask Mrs Pang for an extension. I hope she understands. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking &amp;amp; I wanna change myself for the better. Mrs Pang said on Monday, "Azhar, your works are A1, but due to your not handing in your homework, you pulled down you own marks to D7". I will change, especially for English, but I swear I won't be reading the small book the school gave us. Ha. I'm so pathetic. I wanna read Sidney Sheldon. (: You should read his books, he died last year anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-739096036540902692?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/739096036540902692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=739096036540902692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/739096036540902692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/739096036540902692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesdddddddddday.html' title='Wednesdddddddddd:ay'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4279415846666150568</id><published>2008-06-24T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:32:23.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>firstday/sickday</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;FIRST DAY♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day was a great nightmare! Everything is new! The homeroom system has been scrapped, &amp;amp; now, I already miss walking from classes to classes loosing some weight &amp;amp; building up my leg muscles. &amp;amp;This new non-IP Head - MR Eric Koh? Showing off his experiences and thinks he can do anything. We sat at the damn hall for a whole hour, just to hear him speak, lame or what?! The good thing is, we still have our lower secondary recess, yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SECOND DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No time to blog. Nites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4279415846666150568?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4279415846666150568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4279415846666150568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4279415846666150568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4279415846666150568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/firstdaysickday.html' title='firstday/sickday'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1657149559250423546</id><published>2008-06-22T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:38:13.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugis/get smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Articles/20070411/425.get.smart.041107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Articles/20070411/425.get.smart.041107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Bugis just now, then watched 'Get Smart'. Hilarious! I would rate it 5/5. Ha. People, watch this movie, though, waiting for the DVD would be better 'cause you can watch it dozens of times &amp;amp; have loads of fun. Lol. I love this part.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BadGuy: How do we know that you aren't from control?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart: If I was from Control, you would be dead by now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BadGuy: &amp;amp;If you were from control, you would be dead right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart: Neither of us are dead now, so we are not Control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BadGuy'sPartner: That sounds logical enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was laughing like hell luh, &amp;amp; no one was beside me that time. Hahaha, we missed the first 30 minutes of the show, sadly. But at least I got the story line right. Ate at Elias Mall mac after all the time we spent at 700+ &amp;amp; Ain camwhored there, with all the junk food she had eaten. Hmph. &amp;amp;She wasted my handphone battery which died as soon as I reached her house to wait for my sis. Sis went home darn late luh, she said before 10, but she was waiting outside Ain's house around 11. Anyway, I watched IT just now. No comments on that. &amp;amp;FEI(for everone's information) it's thanks to Ain that I woke up early just now, despite the fact I only slept at 3 last night. But actually it' a good thing, I would have missed a lot just now. Tomorrow's school &amp;amp; I am totally not ready for it. I can't wait to earn money, hehehe. Class tees anyone? Class tees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great news, my headache is gone right now, but my legs are hurting and my finger was cramp just now while sriting something on Faz's belt. &amp;amp;That's the only finger that is so called 'crooked' right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so don't feel like making friends right now, it's not that I don't wanna make friends, it's just that I can't start one. &amp;amp;Sorry for those who wants to make friends with me, I just ain't ready. Argh! Complicated eversince 27 December 2006. Hmph, lots of things happen in that year. Pick yourself up Azhar, everyone's is waiting.&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/634299985854631885-1657149559250423546?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1657149559250423546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1657149559250423546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1657149559250423546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1657149559250423546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/bugisget-smart.html' title='bugis/get smart'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5336364022542688115</id><published>2008-06-21T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:41:57.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congkak/babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[200608]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had band, went home. Bathed &amp;amp; headed to Ain's house. Watched Congkak &amp;amp; follow her to blah3. Head was hurting like hell. Went home &amp;amp; slept. Haven't eaten myy hotdog roll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[today]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Greeted by Ms Hidayah when I was on the way home from mall. We exchanged 'Bitches' with each other. Went out to Bugis to borrow my mum's books as she needs to do her stuff. She bought for me Levis Jeans(: Met Ain for a moment &amp;amp; headed home alone as my mum was still doing her stuff. Was supposed to send some stuff to Aunt's place but when I called, some indian man/lady picked up the phone &amp;amp; when I asked for my Aunt, "No have, No have". Hahaha, in the train was babies galore, 3 baby strollers &amp;amp; when the train went into the tunnel from Kembangan to Bedok, they all cried at the same time. Owh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have 4 tickets to sell for the upcoming concert, contact me for details(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5336364022542688115?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5336364022542688115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5336364022542688115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5336364022542688115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5336364022542688115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/congkakbabies.html' title='congkak/babies'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-8416863866744765868</id><published>2008-06-17T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:28:16.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SFfcOCoamsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vhIWm0BQE_A/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SFfcOCoamsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vhIWm0BQE_A/s320/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212877227487304386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley unlocked the kid in me. Actually, I unlocked it long ago. Had band today, &amp;amp; lunched at LJS with Ashley, Sabrina &amp;amp; Joey at RM. Since Sabrina's meeting her boyfee at 4, we decided to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pei&lt;/span&gt; her till she meets him. Ashley toured me around her neighborhood's most fun-nest playgrounds. Had fun in every playground,  then since we wanted to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pei&lt;/span&gt; Sabrina &amp;amp; had to kill a lot of time, off we went to Future Park, many Punggolites there that really almost spoiled my day by calling my name &amp;amp; laughed at us the whole time, the secret was almost of out my bag. Played every single thing there, I thought there was a swing, sorry :( But Ashley &amp;amp; I really had fun at that swing thingy. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed to Compass, had desert &amp;amp; sat down outside the LRT for a while. Then everybody left. I was lucky, I got the bus as soon as I reached the bustop. &amp;amp;Sabrina confirm late for her boyfee. Nevermind, let him wait, you did the waiting last time, things should really change Sabrina, so must you. Went home and had tuition, Roger really took the chill pill yeah. But I won't take it for granted. Shall bring my homework tomorrow for band to be done at lunch. It finishes late tomorrow again. I hope there'll be no jogging tomorrow, my knees are hurting like hell. I feel so hyped up right now. Caused something massive have just been added to my blog. Ha, not massive enough to be seen, but felt.  More pictures ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-8416863866744765868?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8416863866744765868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=8416863866744765868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8416863866744765868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8416863866744765868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/children.html' title='Children.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SFfcOCoamsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vhIWm0BQE_A/s72-c/Photo0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5248418209370360889</id><published>2008-06-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:27:59.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SFfV_AIgxNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AVDw2g_jRFw/s1600-h/shootme195-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SFfV_AIgxNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AVDw2g_jRFw/s320/shootme195-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212870372048815314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Oh yes I did it(:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Did not slept at all on Sunday night &amp;amp; was chatting with Ain the whole night. Sent Ain's sister to the bustop early in the morning, around 0540. Ain was really 'jakun' about going out early. Ha, she's not an early person - waking up late. She missed the day on Sunday. Remember(!), I'm writing this on Tuesday. Okay, so she was REALLY 'jakun' bout it, we were like laughing all morning luh. &amp;amp;The people at the bustop was all adults, &amp;amp; they were staring at us like as if they had never seen teenagers out in the morning, as if teenagers are night people only. I'm trying to be specific here, so hold on(: After sending her sis off, we walked to West Plaza, since Ain has money and wants to treat her brother something.  WE CAMWHORED on the overhead bridge, early in the morning. *Laughs* Ooops, &amp;amp; this is one of the pictures. More on http://profiles.friendster.com/azharrrrr Walked back home and went out for school. Back late &amp;amp; didn't have time to do my A. Maths tuition homework, I hope Roger takes the chill pill.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5248418209370360889?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5248418209370360889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5248418209370360889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5248418209370360889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5248418209370360889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Early Morning'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_k_CEFvhbZX8/SFfV_AIgxNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AVDw2g_jRFw/s72-c/shootme195-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6293837147872350952</id><published>2008-06-15T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:50:22.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;Slept late last night, around 2am &amp;amp; was woken up by my mum around 7. Then I slept back, but woke up in the 1.30pm. Wow, I think I slept darn long luh, but at least better than they sleepy head Ain. She woke up at 6.29pm - according to the sms that she sent me saying that she just woke up. Went to Simei just now to send some stuff to my mum's friend &amp;amp; went window shopping at East Point. At last, bought some stuff at Challenger for mum. Went home &amp;amp; sent mum to the bustop, had some laughs bout some SECRET stuff. Hahas. Then went to Ain's  house  to edit my skin. Thanks to Ain. Ain's a geek, and so am I. She said that anyone that sits in front of the computer for more than 5 hours is a geek. Lame shit shall not be entertained, ha. Watched lame IT &amp;amp; Pushing Daisies. An hour of computer madness &amp;amp; then Solitary. Wow, goodybye number 5. Hahahaha, that backyard wrestler. I can't believe that a fat ass like you can become a wrestler, not that because you are fat, but your endurance suck man. I can do the treatments without lifting a finger luh. -.-: May not be sleeping today. Confirm tired when I go to school tomorrow. Ha, as if I can even go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt; There's English lesson tomorrow, &amp;amp; I will not be going. I'll just act as if I don't know anything(: Shhh, it's a secret.&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/634299985854631885-6293837147872350952?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6293837147872350952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6293837147872350952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6293837147872350952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6293837147872350952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-skin.html' title='new skin.'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5051618246854993006</id><published>2008-06-14T23:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:24:41.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2074-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 250px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/DSCF2074-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lazy person slept late but woke up early again. Woken up by mum, 'cause she wants me to help her with the cutting of DVD covers for her previous assignment so that she can gives it to her client by tomorrow. FYI, she does videographing. Anyone having special events round the corner and wants to re-live it again, ask her to video your event and she will give you a copy of what happened, if possible, there will be bloopers. Mum went to work an hour later as she was covered by her friend, so we lunched at home. Sis loves to flip the egg when she fries her eggs. So we made her fry umpteen times &amp;amp; let her enjoy herself. Anyway, it's Saturday. Was supposed to follow sis to her friend's birthday party but on second thought, neh. I'll miss it for anything. Mum's friend was 'supposed' to collect the video camera &amp;amp; the DSLR camera today but he didn't come buy. So what I did was camwhore. Crazy! A lot of poses, &amp;amp; the best thing is, I can toggle anything without my mum knowing, but so far, I didn't spoil anything(: Many pictures, many effects, but I only managed to chose 9 I don't know, 'special' pictures that I like or have the feeling to edit it(: But the one that I love is &lt;a href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/DSCF2033-1.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; , not really special but see how clear the keyboard letters are. A work of art I can say, but it is all thanks to that Fuji camera. Edited like 3 pictures in a few hours. That's how my day was wasted. Not really wasted, but, something good came out(: Nobody seems to be tagging my blog, oh please passer-bys, feel free to tag(: Spams that don't look bad won't be deleted but those that will give a bad impression of me will be deleted. There's an instant access button so that I can log in and delete unwanted tags. Mum didn't know that Sis went out so I covered for her &amp;amp; talked to the phone with Mum to give her time to reach home and do the necessary things. Ate  egg, rice &amp;amp; tuna for dinner &amp;amp; now waiting for Ain to be online. I hope her mum didn't plug off the wire to prevent her from using the com. Her mum called me and explained to me everything, lamo, I was like, 'Yeah', 'Okay', 'I understand', but I didn't really listen to her. My mum was beside me and I was just acting to smile and smile and smile to not make her suspicious. Haiz, band intensive practice is like still so far, 2 more days, 48 hours! I miss my darn horn. 687337? don't remember my full serial number. Ha. Whatever, my horn will be waiting for me. See ya horn, on Monday, I'm counting the minutes. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5051618246854993006?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5051618246854993006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5051618246854993006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5051618246854993006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5051618246854993006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-lazy-person-slept-late-but-woke-up.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4775182945044446350</id><published>2008-06-13T19:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:26:45.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gearlive.com:8090/blogimages/apple-imac-aluminum.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.gearlive.com:8090/blogimages/apple-imac-aluminum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                 This is my dream desktop. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A whole day out! At last! Went to Geylang to eat lunch, Nasi Ambeng, with Aunt Joy. Hmmmm. Then headed to Suntec City for the PC Show. Wow, I'm really envious of the people who bought things &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;, I, did not buy anything. NOTHING. At level 6, e.Pic has a booth there. Advertising all Mac stuff. Wow! &amp;amp;I saw like 3 people buying a 25 inch iMac! 25 inch! My previous iMac looks so darn small. I consider myself as a green eye monster. &amp;amp;When I saw ANYONE carrying a Mac, I'll be shouting 'Ibu!' with the like i-am-so-darn-jealous voice. I can't wait for the end of this year, my mum's going to buy a MacPro. Can't wait! At the Show, met another of my mum's friend, Yati, so she tagged along. Then blahblahblah, headed to Marina Square. Ate at Mac, while waiting for my mum's friends to come back from checking out something. Ate McChicken &amp;amp; a quarter of my sis' McSpicy. &amp;amp;Another McFlurry, and before we could finish our McFlurry, Cik Yati bought us another ice cream cone. Freaked out for a while but since she already bought it, I had no choice but to eat. In one day, I have eaten like -Nasi Ambeng, -Bandung, -McChicken, -Lots of fries, -Mcflurry, -Ice cream cone. I feel like I had eaten a whole chicken. Okay, back to my story. On the way home, on the train, there's this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bangla&lt;/span&gt; holding onto the top railing right beside me. The armpit smell was like, last warning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sial&lt;/span&gt;! Whoa! I really think that anyone with BO, should have the consideration to NOT hold onto the top railing. It contributes to air pollution you know. Bad 5 minutes of my entire life. Eeew! &amp;amp;At Bugis, another inconsiderate person came in. She talk on the phone like WTH luh, I can't even hear what I'm thinking! &amp;amp;Her basic Malay to pronounce names of places sucks luh. Aljunied becomes '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aljuneed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', Kembangan becomes '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kebagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. Try pronouncing that, sound darn awful. Then still can talk so loudly, everyone stared at her, &amp;amp; she stopped talking on the phone. But still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hati&lt;/span&gt;, still can say, 'What stare stare?! not happy uh?'. &amp;amp;SHE is a 40 year old women &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;! I saw her working pass with her birthday on it. Her name? Don't know what shit name &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. Surprised that a 40 year old woman would do that. First time!&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/634299985854631885-4775182945044446350?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4775182945044446350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4775182945044446350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4775182945044446350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4775182945044446350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-dream-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5621721886207213148</id><published>2008-06-13T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:32:25.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" font size="2"&gt;I have just went into my old friend's blog and I really wanna help this person. Darn it that we just can't get along for a lot of misunderstandings. She doesn't deserve to be in a three party relationship, she rocks okay! I've given out the gender, so what, you'll know her later. She wrote in her blog that ANYONE that could help her, so I have the urge to do so. I just hope she reads this. After like 3 years of friendship, she really deserves someone better. She has a heart of gold, a glib tongue, a friend who really is there when someone needs her, someone who doesn't demand for anything but just love &amp;amp; care in return for hers. &amp;amp; this is what her darn boyfee is doing to her - having a third party. WTF. Sorry to say this but her boyfee, really has no dick. If you wanna have a third party, make it not so heartbreaking for her, not make her the third party. Atleast, you should see who is worth it to be with. Who loves you more? Who you love? If you really love ______ then don't do this to her, you know she doesn't deserve it. But if you love the third party, get the hell out of her live man, she deserves someone better. To friend, there are a lot of guys out there. You're still young, there's still many chances to have your true love, live it. Don't be like me, get rejected for everything &amp;amp; don't want to change anything. Be flexible my friend, you are still young.         http://anne-nus.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5621721886207213148?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5621721886207213148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5621721886207213148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5621721886207213148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5621721886207213148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-just-went-into-my-old-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2720729296552217430</id><published>2008-06-12T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:29:18.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shootme172-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 274px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/shootme172-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up darn late today. 1pm. Okay, at least better than that sleepy head Ain. Woke up &amp;amp; cleaned the house. I swept the floor, &amp;amp; mopped it after that. Did the toilet next. Best attempt to cleean the house ever, Ain should be impressed in the state my house is in right now. Just don't look at eh rooms(: Had tuition, &amp;amp; this is first 4th lesson when I had to pay the fees. Now I know how expensive it is. 25 buck an hour. 2 hours per lesson. 2 times a week. After the 4th lesson, 200 bucks gets into the tutor's pocket. He thought like 1 &amp;amp; an half hour &amp;amp; I yawned like 3 to 6 times. What the hell is my body doing to me OR What the hell am I doing to my body? Haha. Whatever it is, I'll still be sleeping late tonight. Tomorrow going PC Show. YEAH! Another opportunity to buy something. Hahahahahaha! My mum hasn't topped up my prepaid. I hope she does tomorrow. 90970993 people! Can't wait for the intensive band practice for the concert the next whole week. Countdown to Concert Day: 16 days. Wow, its like 2 weeks and 2 days left. I have really been practicing on my mouthpiece, &amp;amp; guess what?! I can reach the darn high G. I think. Regret not bringing home my horn though it saves some energy. Been exercising recently too to train my stamina. I hope I can blog again later. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2720729296552217430?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2720729296552217430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2720729296552217430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2720729296552217430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2720729296552217430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/woke-up-darn-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1868127774615744534</id><published>2008-06-12T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T03:18:56.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 3.15 now &amp;amp; I just finished helping Ain with her links for her blog. She just changed her skin. Again, in like only a 4 days time frame. She really gets sick of her skins real fast. NOTE: All skin creators out there, move faster before there is no skin for Ain to use. Actually, her having no skin to use is better. Hahahaha! I wonder how my mum is supposed to wake me up at 6+ to iron her clothes for her. &amp;amp;When I sent her the list of links, she started her own one, &amp;amp; only reached F. So slow. Haha! I don't feel like sleeping anyway. I hope Ain doesn't. So there is someone to accompany me. But looking at who is online, there are 4 other people that can entertain me now. &amp;amp;those for people just don't sound as entertaining as Ain could be. So I think I will turn in as soon as she does. Will be blogging more, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1868127774615744534?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1868127774615744534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1868127774615744534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1868127774615744534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1868127774615744534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4599744407014009995</id><published>2008-06-12T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:43:11.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer donuts! Had one donut for supper. Bought it at Esso when my sis &amp;amp; I picked my mum from the bustop as it was already late. Currently trying to 'Pimp Up' my friendster &amp;amp; start something new. Helped my sis to install the darn Firefox on her lappy for me to use 'cause her Safari &amp;amp; Internet Explorer is acting up, again! Using it now for MY Friendster &amp;amp; Blogger before it acts up again &amp;amp; before she uses it later in the morn. I don't know why, but I'm blogging at 1.40am on my mum's payday. Planning to sleep soon, I think. Hahaha, just hope that I have a nice sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;LIBRA's HOROSCOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is the harm in flirting with people a bit more? If you like them, show them!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even if you're dying for some peace and quiet, today's activities will be so tantalizing to you that you'll be convinced you should come out and play! In terms of your love life, you have to stop ignoring the fact that something is starting to develop between you and someone else -- sure, this might be complicating things, but what is the harm in flirting with them a bit more? If you like them, show them! You don't have to take it any farther if you're not comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is my horoscope trying to tell me something?(!) Hahaha, let's just find out sooner or later. For the record, I don't flirt. Frucking horoscope. Libras don't flirt you know, especially the childish ones that are born(ed) on 1st October(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4599744407014009995?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4599744407014009995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4599744407014009995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4599744407014009995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4599744407014009995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-donuts-had-one-donut-for-supper.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4136022634552061249</id><published>2008-06-11T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:09:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shootme188-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/shootme188-1-1.jpg" alt="smaller one" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did homework for the last two days. A. Maths tuition homework that is. I need to finish another 6 questions before tomorrow's lesson with him. On Monday, met Ain under 637 &amp;amp; did some homework, she said my calculator sucks. Maybe you're not used to my Oh so better calculator that yours. Hahaha. Yesterday, again, homework with Ain. At her crib. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kecoh luh sei,&lt;/span&gt; discussed about something which will be discussed about later on 1st July. &amp;amp;Guess what she said about my calculator, "Okay, his calculator doesn't suck". Haha. Why the sudden change towards my calculator? Cause it can calculate standard form &amp;amp; it has batteries to run on. Hers doesn't have enough batteries &amp;amp; when she showed me her calculator's answer, the answer fade away. Maybe the calculator hates me. I don't know. Hahaha. Supposed to be cleaning my room right now, but since my mum did not scold me watching the television &amp;amp; using the telephone, I think it's alright to use her laptop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;People out there who are interested in watching PSS's first ever combined performing arts concert, IM me or tag me otay(: Or you can go to http://punggol-band.blogspot.com for more info. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope I have given enough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4136022634552061249?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4136022634552061249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4136022634552061249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4136022634552061249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4136022634552061249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-homework-for-last-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Azharrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920699967577684352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2416218905202790973</id><published>2008-06-08T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:35:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I cooked a huge meal for my sis &amp;amp; I. Deep fried some crunchy fried chicken &amp;amp; donuts. Pictures up as soon as possible. I had found a lame hobby for myself ever since yesterday, Dragonfable. Hahahahahaha! I swear that this would be temporary 'cause the last time I played it, I only played for 5 days, tops. Incredible tales at 10 tonight on Channel 5. Planning to watch it, IF my sis does. Met Ain for a few minutes. She sms-ed me "Meet at orange bustop now!" I rushed down then the only thing she wanted to said was 'Hello', or was it 'Hi'. Pathetic. Did chat witth her under her block. Making new email, will tell everyone as soon as I get it done((: Mum said Mat Saleh Celup is coming back today, but no news of the owner saying that he wants to come. So, I'll just wait. &amp;amp;I hope they keep that ear-licking cat Kenit. Shishkebabs. I really have nothing to blog about today, hahaha. &amp;amp;Again, I WILL be free this week. Oh please ask me out, I wann aget out of this all-day-computer life. Till here(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2416218905202790973?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2416218905202790973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2416218905202790973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2416218905202790973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2416218905202790973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-i-cooked-huge-meal-for-my-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2451808128749794921</id><published>2008-06-06T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:41:32.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Punggol Secondary School&lt;div&gt;Presents Our First Ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined Performing Arts Concert&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;28th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;NAFA (Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts)&lt;br /&gt;5pm&lt;br /&gt;Tickets sold at $10 each&lt;br /&gt;Will be playing songs like - Ballad for Peace, Spirit Of the Pioneers, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star &amp;amp; other songs. Will be combining with Choir for The Millennium Song &amp;amp; a combined item with all the performing arts with the song Can't Take My Eyes Off You. Tag me for more details or order of tickets. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shootme107-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/shootme107-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had band today, till 4. Lunched in school thanks to Syazalli(: Thanks. &amp;amp;Homed around 6. Ate some spicy chicken my mum cooked &amp;amp; drank up to 5 glasses and 3 scoops of sugar. Spicy hot! Where is she when I need someone to talk to. I thinks she's swimming just now. &amp;amp;FYI, that she is not a special person. -.-: Close friends. Missed a chance to chill with Seri as I didn't check my phone in the morning on the way to school - sad. &amp;amp;I'm free for the whole week next week. My trip to Malacca was canceled. Stupid car. Shishkebabs. Sorry band for not bringing home my when as I didn't knew about this until 9 minutes ago. But there is an intensive band practice in the last week of school holidays. &amp;amp;I have to catch up with my homework as my mum has already started nagging me. Stupid Pang, FYI, I don't do my homework just to pass, I do my homework, just that when we give you something that we had put in a lot of effort in it &amp;amp; you call it shit, it doesn't show that you are caring. &lt;-- I know my sentence structure sucks, thanks to Mrs Pang. Bodoh! Busok punyer orang! &amp;amp;Oh yeah, I saw Mirrah in school just now. I swear, I have not seen her wearing the school uniform for like, Fuyoh! A very very very very very long time. I would pay her to see her wear her school uniform! Actully, no! Hahahahahaha. Have to do the Social Studies project with Seri &amp;amp; XX &amp;amp; Shaun &amp;amp; the English project with Seri. On the way home, Police &amp;amp; Thief was on TVmobile. Watched it of course! Stupid class, when the teacher asked "Which war happened after WWI?", one on them said "Star Wars". &amp;amp;I was like laughing alone in the double-decker bus. Seated at the back of the upper deck, everyone turned back &amp;amp; looked at me as if I was crazy or something. Hahahaha. Guess what?! My cat just gave birth to 5 new born kittens. &amp;amp;All look healthy. Congrats Stripe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2451808128749794921?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2451808128749794921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2451808128749794921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2451808128749794921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2451808128749794921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/punggol-secondary-school-presents-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1906686847534932935</id><published>2008-06-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:40:26.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did not get to say what I wanted to say for the last few days. I know you'll think that I'm a band freak blahblahblah... But For Your Information, without the instruments we had last time, I don't think we would even have our current oh so popular music okays. I hope I get this clear - I am not a band freak. For the pass few days, the band has bonded like glue, &amp;I really mean, LIKE GLUE. Everyone really stick with each other, but the bad thing is - everyone has their own group. &amp;These groups don't mix. Sad. But I know, it won't stay the same. Okay, band camp was fun. Drilling was brought up to a higher level - a higher level of lame-ness. Hahaha. Really, there was six of us, lame enough to march all the way from the band room, to the lift, take the lift down, and then march back up. Haha, &amp;it's quite funny when we stop every eight counts, &amp; everyone is like staring at us like "WTH are those band freaks doing there?". Hahahahahahaha. We played the 'Honey, do you love me?' game. I started first, Jerin was my target. Her voice! Damn high pitch luh, can beat the flute or picollo anytime man! Then she always look at my face, and always wanna laugh. I use the SEDUCING way to say 'Honey,(shows pathetic face), do you LOVE me?'. Hahahahahaha. Fun lah! Can't wait for the next batch of committees to organise the next camp, I hope it's a day camp(: Cause I know I won't be sleeping over. Had tuition just now, &amp; I did his homework last minute &amp; only reached the 5 question after skipping one when he arrived. He really went through everything under half-an-hour - as planned of course. &amp;Now, I have another 9 parts to do (1a-d, 2a-d). Haha. &amp;I have one week to do so. Cause I can't make it for Tuesday's lesson. Oh when am I destined to reach high G?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1906686847534932935?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1906686847534932935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1906686847534932935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1906686847534932935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1906686847534932935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-did-not-get-to-say-what-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-3143859112794658568</id><published>2008-06-02T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:56:12.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amaths in the morn. Went back home &amp;amp; attend to my sister. Just came back from night practice. On the way there, the bus was darn packed! Some women stepped on my shoe - I just kept quiet. I don't really wanna make a fuss in public. Actually, that all. The ride back home was eyrie. There was only like 3 people on the bus, sitting far apart from each other. I'm planning to sleep overnight tomorrow. Hahaha! I hope my mum comes back early!&lt;div&gt;I hope me not coming for camp doesn't affect my future in band, cause I really want a post.I saw that everyone just now had a lot of fun and have bonded, &amp;amp;I would like to join them. I would have a lot of things to say BUT I just can't remember what I wanted to say. Shishkebabis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-3143859112794658568?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3143859112794658568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=3143859112794658568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3143859112794658568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3143859112794658568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/06/amaths-in-morn.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6876181948069101666</id><published>2008-05-31T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:01:44.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the the morning. &amp;amp;I somewhat got it. At Toa Payoh passed a shop &amp;amp; I checked how much is the t-shirt printing for class tees. &amp;amp;Its so damn freaking cheap. So if anyone wants to make a class tee OR CCA tee OR don't know what tee, just send me the design &amp;amp; quantity - must be more than 30 pieces. Then I'll quote you the price. That's all folks. Stayed at home the whole day. &amp;amp;Helped my mum cook roti john. Delicious. Made with love! Watching 'Fever Pitch'. Sleeping as soon as this finishes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne, toldya it was raining today, wrong day to go Sentosa ryte?&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/634299985854631885-6876181948069101666?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6876181948069101666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6876181948069101666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6876181948069101666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6876181948069101666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-for-the-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2619112394639821318</id><published>2008-05-31T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:48:50.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is why Chinese people have no English names; just for jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anne Chin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin) - Keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Faye Chen &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin) - Dusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carl Cheng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Buttock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monica Cheng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Touching your buttocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lucy Leow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - You are dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jane Tan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin) - Frying eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Suzie Leow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Lost till death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Henry Mah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin) - Hate your mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Corrine Tai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Poor fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paul Chan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin) - Bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nelson Tan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin) - Bird laying eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leslie Tong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin) - Rubbish bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carmen Teng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Leg hair long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Connie Mah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cantonese) - Call your mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Danny See&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Squeeze you to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rosie Teng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Screws and nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pete Tsai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hokkien) - Nose droppings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Macy Koh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cantonese) - Never die before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2619112394639821318?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2619112394639821318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2619112394639821318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2619112394639821318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2619112394639821318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-why-chinese-people-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2717970220348198230</id><published>2008-05-30T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:14:03.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SEAJ-a6PtxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7mkre9O5TIk/s1600-h/shootme012e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SEAJ-a6PtxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7mkre9O5TIk/s320/shootme012e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206172137220454162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early in the morning &amp;amp; I have been PS-ed by Sabrina, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si anak Abdul Rahman tuhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp;She still owes me my Tau Huey(soften beancurd i think). Oh how I miss tau huey, so long never eat. LMAO. Had band practice today, &amp;amp; Ooopsss, I skipped my dental appointment just now. Shishkebabis! Next time then. Sad): Guess what, arrangements for my sister to stay with my relatives has been cancelled, &amp;amp;I can't go for the first two days of band camp. CMs who are reading this, please convey to Mrs Ow Yong. Sorry ): I really want to go. But its too late... Darn relatives. But at least I can use the computer and rot at home? For the first time? Looked through my phone pictures &amp;amp; saw this cute picture of Seri Wadaniyah. Haha, this time edited with http://www.piknic.com My sister introduced that to me, &amp;amp; it is known for newbies. Like her. Will be going for the job briefing tomorrow at Toa Payoh. &amp;amp;I got to sleep early, 11pm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2717970220348198230?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2717970220348198230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2717970220348198230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2717970220348198230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2717970220348198230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-in-morning-i-have-been-ps-ed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SEAJ-a6PtxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7mkre9O5TIk/s72-c/shootme012e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-9148424197806700068</id><published>2008-05-29T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:16:03.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shootme021-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/shootme021-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had Geography &amp;amp; SS in the morning. Went in late, again! &amp;amp;I could still have came earlier than Dorothy &amp;amp; Sylvia though they had dropped at the same bustop as me while I go buy my breakfast. &amp;amp;Sabrina's gonna treat me breakfast again tomorrow. Laughs. Went home straight after that. Saw someone's sister at 109 bustop while waiting for 109. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sengeh-sengeh jer, macam cantik sangat. Ying Jie Number 2!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahahaha! Tuition jut now &amp;amp; restarted at logarithms. &amp;amp;OMG! I swear, I won't be able to do his homework. Something happened at home but I shan't say it. Close friends, prepare a listening ear(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-9148424197806700068?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/9148424197806700068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=9148424197806700068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9148424197806700068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/9148424197806700068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-geography-ss-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4796679646524523217</id><published>2008-05-28T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:30:33.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Band &amp;amp; SS. Went early. &amp;amp;OMG! I was early, for the first time. I'm usually late for remedial during holidays. Band then blah blah blah. Went to Cikgu Aszrina's house - NOTICE HER 'S' IS IN FRONT OF HER 'Z'. I would spell her name as Azsrina but what she said has went in my mind. Aiman is so cute. Will upload his picture in Optimus' Prime helmet ASAP. So cute! Had to layan him while the rest did the coloring and scanning. Though, i went back to school for band &amp;amp; take my bag. Band finished &amp;amp; they had not finished yet. So Sabrina &amp;amp; I went back to Cikgu's house. Because of me, Faris is angry with Sabrina. Sorry(: Good news: We finished the scanning of the pictures. Bad news: It was done lazily &amp;amp; turned out ugly. Went to Amirah's house with Ain, I can't expect a girl to return home alone right? &amp;amp;It was already 8+ by then. Ain/MaidAin cleaned Amirah's house. It was sparkling clean, just that I can't see the sparkles. &amp;amp;Amirah loves the cat, she named it 'Meow' after our conversation in the morning. But, the cat shit &amp;amp; peed aimlessly! Sad thing! &amp;amp;Amirah's gonna throw the cat away. Sad! I hope SPCA has found the culprit on the murders. Shishkebabs! I wanna do something but what? Having tuition again tomorrow, Logarithms! Arghhhhh! My BIGGEST fear. Shishkebabi! Need to do my SOsial Studies homework in the morn, &amp;amp; I promised myself to sleep early. I think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4796679646524523217?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4796679646524523217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4796679646524523217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4796679646524523217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4796679646524523217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-band-ss.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-3807006226397240333</id><published>2008-05-27T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:38:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday classes. Was late. Reached around 9.10am. But someone, reached later. Slacked at CP after SS. New student has arrived. Sam! OK, I know the name is unisex but HE is a GUY. Met Mirrah - who is supposed to be in school. Haha! &amp;amp;She was like 1 hour late. Shishkebabs - I replaced it Ain! Happy now? Had my FIRST tuition just now. It's like the first time in my life that I have tuition. Surprised? Roger's the name &amp;amp;he is darn funny. But sorry Roger, I can't talk while doing my maths. Sat on the floor like Japanese men having dinner. Fuyoooh! He loves cat, better than the previous one who was allergic to it. Roger was surprised. The previous guy that the tuition agency had offered, is allergic to cats - Roger thinks that guys don't usually have allergies. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess what, I miss being attached. &amp;amp;I miss you so much. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-3807006226397240333?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3807006226397240333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=3807006226397240333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3807006226397240333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3807006226397240333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/holiday-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-8978037952916788470</id><published>2008-05-26T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:39:22.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shootme129-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/shootme129-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having flashbacks for the last few hours. Embarrassing ones. I have done tonnes of embarrassing things in the past. I would be 'Okay, stop. Okay, stop.' every single time I get one. &amp;amp;My mum will be like 'Nak ibu call IMH?'(want me to call IMH?). Haha. Been talking to myself too. Must be a sign that I'm going to die soon. I think. Haha. Was supposed to go to Tampines to collect Mummy's specs but NO, she didn't let me. -.-" &amp;amp;Tonight, she's having her class, how the hell will she be able to read her notes. Met up with Iddin &amp;amp; Firas just now. Whole lot of laughs. Guess what?! Iddin has planned to marry at the same time with his friend. Haha. His future is like, hmm, 20 years later. I think I should plan mine too. Neh! Waste of time.Will think of it when it really happens.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&amp;amp;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Geography &amp;amp; SS class&lt;br /&gt;till 11am&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;SS class &amp;amp; Band&lt;br /&gt;till 5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;That's my schedule, lame shit school. &amp;amp;My FT told my from teacher that there is class every week though they stated the date in the schedule. Grrr. Sorry Ain, will replace the 'Grr' sooner or later. &amp;amp;Band camp's next week. I hope I can be excused(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-8978037952916788470?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8978037952916788470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=8978037952916788470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8978037952916788470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8978037952916788470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-been-having-flashbacks-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1818199196869430835</id><published>2008-05-25T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:29:53.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SDl3wq6PtwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LRHsr9ejnUI/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SDl3wq6PtwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LRHsr9ejnUI/s320/hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204322522439333634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3months1week6days&lt;br /&gt;there it ended.&lt;br /&gt;how I wished I could get a hug.&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't go out today. Plain old day. Added some links to my old friends. I hope they link me up. Oh how I wish I could meet them one day, then we share all our experiences. Misses. I was surfing the net just now, and I had a craving for STOMP! &amp;amp;Guess what I saw. OMG! I was eeeewwww-ified and sad. There were cats that were killed. So sad. Doesn't mean that they are strays, they don't have the right to be loved and live their lives. SPCA is willing to offer S$6,000 for those who have information of the murders of the cats. The cats are mainly found dead near rubbish bins and on the grass around areas Pasir Ris Park, Pasir Ris Town Park, Bukit Panjang &amp;amp; Bukit Batok. Damn killers, you better don't kill my cats alright. Grrrrrrrrr. you watch out, cats are living things too you know. http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=23370 Check it out! If you do have information about the murders, PLEASE call SPCA. Justice should be served. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SDl1Aq6PtvI/AAAAAAAAATs/L2N1060vDEg/s1600-h/getArticlePhoto.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SDl1Aq6PtvI/AAAAAAAAATs/L2N1060vDEg/s320/getArticlePhoto.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204319498782357234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sad right?&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/634299985854631885-1818199196869430835?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1818199196869430835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1818199196869430835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1818199196869430835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1818199196869430835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/3months1week6days.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SDl3wq6PtwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LRHsr9ejnUI/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6027079668871501385</id><published>2008-05-24T22:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:07:29.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1921-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm318/a-_-b-_-a/DSCF1921-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I know my editing scuks, but I'm just a beginner. &amp;amp;I love DYNAMITE! Had the Entrepreneurship Course in front of NLB. Lunched at LJS. Shared with Sabrina, &amp;amp;then, Amirah game me one, and Seri didn't finish hers. So I finished Amirah's chicken and Seri's chicken. Full until the time I reach home. After the course went to walk toward Dhoby Ghaut with Charmaine&amp;amp;Charleen&amp;amp;Amirah(CCA), Jermyn, Shaun, Seri &amp;amp; Melvin. &amp;amp;Guess what? Amirah &amp;amp; I ended up going one round and went to City Hall MRT station. MRT ride was so embarrassing, had to hold hte basket as if it doesn't block anyone's way. Mum went to Parent's Meeting Session (PMS). Came back with loads o NEGATIVE thoughts from the teachers. Mrs Pang - "He only does enough homework to pass". Mr Chong - "When he doesn't understand anything(A.Maths), he keeps quiet and doesn't asks". Ms Wong - "Begged me to let him sit behind, alas, he sat behind without my permission and didn't pay much attention". Overall, FT said if I continued on like this, I won't be able to go into any Poly or JC. Buck up Azhar! &amp;amp;All teachers said this, "He talks to Seri too much to pay attention". Okay enough bout that, I wanna edit some pictures in PhotoBucket. Sort of trying it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-6027079668871501385?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6027079668871501385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6027079668871501385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6027079668871501385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6027079668871501385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-entrepreneurship-course-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2010026220073480412</id><published>2008-05-23T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:59:24.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so so L-O-V-E my specs. Ain says it's hot. (:  iLOVEmyHOTspecs! Gotten my report book just now as I passed the midyears. &amp;amp;It is major bad news! 1 pathetic A, and it's an A2. 1 more pathetic B, and it's a B4. And the rest. Cs. &amp;amp;Of course, the norm, F9 for A.Maths. If this were the results for 'O' Levels, I would be... Hmm.... I'll think bout that when it comes to mind next time. &amp;amp;This malay songs that my brother downloaded form the internet is so so so so EMO. Ok, not EMO luh, just that the meaning behind the lyrics are Like Whoa! Somehow, my Hyped-Up feeling tonight is  making me not listen to the Oh So Sad lyrics or I would have cried by now. Actually no, cause my Malay sucks and I don't even think I know half of the words being sung in the songs. Laughs. Tomorrow is my day, where I sit at the cashier the whole day(: Have been wanting to do that ever since, hmm, long long long ago. I don't expect good business tomorrow. Cause others have been to that place before &amp;amp;I tell you, it's like a desert. Desert? Dessert? I don't know. Just watched this video. Watch till the end, FUNNY! Stupid Chinese man, I think. &lt;span style="color:#0069f0;"&gt;http://fhurl.com/b10876&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-2010026220073480412?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2010026220073480412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2010026220073480412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2010026220073480412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2010026220073480412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-so-so-l-o-v-e-my-specs.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-1663215148349471658</id><published>2008-05-22T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:04:18.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reached home around 10 minutes ago. Collected my new specs! YEAH! But I am not used to this Teflon lens, I just don't know what's the difference but I just know that it is expensive. More expensive then the frame. I wonder why the hell my mum wants to put in extra money for good lenses. The optimetrist did explain about the lenses, but I just don't understand. went to my granny's house just now. Granny lectured about a few things. But thanks to my mum that intercepted her talk, I was free. Cooked tandoori chicken, but my brother didn't take it out of the oven while I was away to collect my specs so it was a bit burnt, on the top only. But I hope the flavor did sink into the chicken. Going to eat, Happy Birthday Sabila. Your a older, wiser, more clever and my favorite, OLDER! Haha. I know I said OLDER twice. Emphasis much! Sabila's link under MOUCHELOIN. Love ya (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-1663215148349471658?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1663215148349471658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=1663215148349471658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1663215148349471658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/1663215148349471658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-reached-home-around-10-minutes-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-3671731395306182352</id><published>2008-05-22T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:10:43.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skipped school today. A.Maths test is today, &amp;amp;I had not studied for it. Tuition's starting on Monday, that should give me time to do all I can for the upcoming tests. &amp;amp;I hope money will not be wasted for tuition if I don't improve. &amp;amp;the tutor is an undergrad in NUS. Timing is so a problem to him. Tuition in the evening on Mondays&amp;amp;Thursdays, that means when school reopens, I hafta rush home from school and do the necessary things to make the house representable and bath. Rushing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sei&lt;/span&gt; liddat. Today going to granny's house, to collect my mum's perfume. Not sure if I wanna go to granny Nisa's house. Since I AM free and no one has asked me out. Will update at night, IF I have the time(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-3671731395306182352?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3671731395306182352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=3671731395306182352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3671731395306182352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3671731395306182352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-3835725901787825949</id><published>2008-05-20T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:21:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a brick wall.</title><content type='html'>Recently,  I've been doing bad bad bad bad things that I'm not supposed to do. Maybe it's nature taking its path? But I think it's all me. Badmouthing someone at his/her back to make someone hate him/her more is so so so so so so BAD! Naughty! But after talking to someone, he/she don't care. She has someone to replace that someone who I had been badmouthing. Relived. I don't expect anything anyway. &lt;div&gt;MYE results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class position: 19/39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level Postion: 35/(79?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passed: 5 subjects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L1B4: 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L1R5: 32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Passed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ElementaryMathematics: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined Science: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined Humanities: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother Tongue: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A.Maths: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice video: Bad Grammar - In the tune of The Way I Are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mj6QqCH7g0Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mj6QqCH7g0Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Lyrics written: sing to it(:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-3835725901787825949?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3835725901787825949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=3835725901787825949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3835725901787825949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3835725901787825949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-brick-wall.html' title='I&apos;m a brick wall.'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-952357949740025142</id><published>2008-05-19T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:03:57.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Rating : 5.5/10</title><content type='html'>Had not been doing anything for the last few days. Blog as soon as I get something new in life, which I am searching for. My life is bored - according to Ain. So yeah. Will blog my English and Social Studies marks tomorrow I think. May be going out with sis to mall to buy her fatty food. I hate going out with her ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-952357949740025142?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/952357949740025142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=952357949740025142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/952357949740025142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/952357949740025142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-not-been-doing-anything-for-last.html' title='Life Rating : 5.5/10'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-3024720059459260085</id><published>2008-05-17T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:26:27.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Pasir Ris Park with sister and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Syahiddin&lt;/span&gt;. Swam at the beach. All wet. Sister made our name with sand balls. Nice! Pictures to be uploaded ASAP. I love it! She wrote Specty for me. Cause I really didn't want my real name to be on the sand. Ain should had come, we was there will 6. Sadly, she didn't go out too. Planning to go to OCH tomorrow night. Maybe changing it to the evening. MYE marks still not complete. Some people say that I pass as the Chinese pupils didn't have Chinese and went to english class instead. All of them got their marks, except the malay students who were at their mother tongue lesson. **** her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;, so unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-3024720059459260085?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3024720059459260085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=3024720059459260085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3024720059459260085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/3024720059459260085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-to-pasir-ris-park-with-sister-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5763281367486698003</id><published>2008-05-15T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:15:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my, a friend is hurt. &amp;amp;guess what, I'm crying, right after reading that Oh So Significant post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Three years of Oh so close friendship gone just like that. A friendship that I have cherished the most. The moments we spend together is priceless. The fights we had, the happy times we share &amp;amp; many indescribable moments we had.  When we really needed a friend, we would be there for each other. But when she takes advantage of my trust, it's just too much. I  miss her, Oh So Much. The way it ended, was really lame. How could that happen? And now she is hurting inside. how I wish I could help her, emotionally. I think if we were still okay, we would be downstairs, talking bout it, and finding a solution. We just think best together. She helped me passed many moments in my life. But I think she had wasted her effort, I didn't want that to happen. It just happened. How I wish we could get back to our old ways, and still be best friends. She's hurting, &amp;amp;I am too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5763281367486698003?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5763281367486698003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5763281367486698003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5763281367486698003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5763281367486698003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-friend-is-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7161714424809565303</id><published>2008-05-14T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:36:36.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MYE marks, updating soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;English Language: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malay Language: C6  (52%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\-&gt;Paper 1: 44/70  B4 (62%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;\-&gt;Paper 2: 29/70  D7 (41%)                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emaths: 57/80    A2 (71.25%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amaths: 16/80   F9 (20%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined Sciences: B4 (60%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\-&gt; Chemistry: 63.5/85  A2 (74%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;\-&gt;Physics: 39/85   D7 (45%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined Humans: ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\-&gt;Geography: 25/50  C6 (50%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;\-&gt;Social Studies: ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the release of the Social Studies and English Papers results. Mrs Pang is STILL marking our papers. So slow! But Ms Farah is on MC I think, she didn't come to school for 2 days already. Maybe she is sick of our marks being so low. Had detention just now as Ain ate Koko Crunch before going out. And she insisted on not running for the bus. So we missed that bus and reached school BEFORE 7.30am. Thanks Amirah for keeping my phone in your only God know where you kept it. But nevermind. We (Seri, Ain &amp;amp; I) went for detention together. For once, I thought the impression of being in detention could be fun, but neh, it didn't happen. All was at their knees. No fun, only some laughter and reading of newspaper articles from Today newspaper like a newscaster. Then Ain had to stay out of home as she did not bring her keys to school. Went to White Sands. Did my ePass. Bought McChicken meal and a McChicken for Ain, how kind(: Swinged at PRTP. Went home around 7+. Then Ain's mum called saying she is on the way home, so Ain didn't go to Syikin's house, though she was looking forward for it. Sad. I hope Mrs Pang give us back our English Papers. I am so eager to go to school tomorrow. Except for the fact that there is an Amath test. Shoot! I had not studied. Got to study yeah. updating the marks as soon as I get it. Not posting it for show, for memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-7161714424809565303?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7161714424809565303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7161714424809565303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7161714424809565303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7161714424809565303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/mye-marks-updating-soon_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-2633150130094085540</id><published>2008-05-13T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:08:09.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;MYE marks, updating soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;English Language: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Malay Language: ??? (by tomorrow?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Emaths: 57/80    A2 (71.25%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Amaths: 16/80   F9 (20%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Combined Sciences: 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;\-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Chemistry: 63.5/85  A2 (74%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; \-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Physics: 39/85   D7 (45%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Combined Humans: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;\-&gt;Geography: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;\-&gt;Social Studies: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;As seen, I already failed 2 subjects. But I really thought that I could had scored better for the Physics paper if I had studied properly. And I didn't bring a protractor and did not measure the angles properly. Sad. But I am happy with my Emaths marks. Though I got a short lecture from Mr Chong for my Amaths marks. "Now I know why I had a bad impression of you, its because of your Amaths, not Emaths" . "When I marked your paper, I felt bad, but I didn't think you could get, 57! " . Some hint of what he said. Drop Amaths? Take POA? Too late. But there's still hope. There's English and ML tomorrow and I hope Mrs Pang &amp;amp; Cikgu Aszrina gives back our papers. And I know that I can't pass my ML Paper 2, cause someone set some idioms that I totally don't understand. &amp;amp; that is where I would normally score in. Went to PRTP and took some pictures. Took pictures of Shaun's and Seri's moments of being a prefect. Updating the marks soon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of History yeah, Cause I miss history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Inference 1: 'Ain always play the swing when Ain's stress ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Evidence: She just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&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/634299985854631885-2633150130094085540?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2633150130094085540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=2633150130094085540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2633150130094085540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/2633150130094085540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/mye-marks-updating-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5986931229783878047</id><published>2008-05-12T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:44:40.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SCg2S8zv_fI/AAAAAAAAATk/2p9kKzRwpmQ/s1600-h/shhhhher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SCg2S8zv_fI/AAAAAAAAATk/2p9kKzRwpmQ/s320/shhhhher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199465468987964914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERYLN/LARLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is 12th of May &amp;amp; we know what day it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry didn't go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would have came if I knew how to go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you didn't confirm of where you were going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your present is waiting for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; my present is waiting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May ALL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I mean ALL, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your dreams and wishes come true this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you get your 12 points,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for this year's 'O' Level paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 3rd months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;larl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May our love for each other grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; remember, I'll be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I love you, a lot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IL&amp;amp;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Loyang Point around 8 in the morning and met Mummy there. Bought lots of foodstuff and other things. We brought home 8 heavy plastic bags after all the light bags were put into the heavier bags + Mummy's laptop bag, which I carried all the way = 9 very heavy bags which only 2 people is supposed to carry. Homed around 10. Planned to meet Syahiddin at E!Hub but I was late, sad &amp;amp; he has already met his friends. So I didn't go. Scanned around 50+ pages of notes for Mummy's class. But then, she didn't go for class today. Went to Elias Mall and bumped into Ain. She asked me whether her English is bad. Seriously Ain, your English is 6.9 out of 10. Not saying that my English is good but I just grade it to how you use your English correctly.  The hall is lighted back as I already bought the bulb and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; fixed it and now, we need not turn on the lights at the other side of the hall and have a dark place to sit at the computer. And yeah! I forgot to iron my clothes. Ironing it before I sleep or when I am watching the Chinese show. I hope I can meet her tomorrow. Sleeping soon (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5986931229783878047?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5986931229783878047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5986931229783878047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5986931229783878047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5986931229783878047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeccyXGqcmI/SCg2S8zv_fI/AAAAAAAAATk/2p9kKzRwpmQ/s72-c/shhhhher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7077150217666624536</id><published>2008-05-11T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:06:49.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMSUNG Z370</title><content type='html'>Bought my phone just now.  Collected it at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aljunied&lt;/span&gt; MRT. Samsung - or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAMSENG&lt;/span&gt;, what my uncle calls it, Z370. Old phone &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;, but it's black and THIN. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.4mm&lt;/span&gt; thin. One of Samsung's whatever series they call it. But it's better than having no phone. Changed my number already. M1 number. ****0993, ask me for my number personally if you want it. I'm only left to tell Secretary and Syahiddin my new number. My phone is quiet similar to his, just that it's an older model. He said he used the phone before. Will surprise him the next time I meet him. Ate Van &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Houten's&lt;/span&gt; Roasted Almond with milk chocolate. WOW! The roast almonds makes my taste buds tingle. Sells for $3.20 at Golden Bamboo - Elias Mall and I think $3.50 at NTUC. I wanna eat more. And guess what, the phone takes away half of my week's pocket money until.... September? And I am only left with $4 this week. Maybe I can get extra money when I visit my granny tomorrow. No school tomorrow. And in the morning will be meeting my mum at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loyang&lt;/span&gt; Point to do grocery shopping. I'll just need to find a trolley, I can't carry anything heavy now since I fell yesterday down the stairs. I hope someone asks me out tomorrow AFTER I go out with her. It's her birthday and our 3 months anniversary. Can't wait. 'Quarreled' for a while just now. I think she angry with me. But she said this; 'Love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yer&lt;/span&gt;'. My love is as deep as the deepest ocean. How deep is your love, a song by someone old that I listened to when I borrowed my mum's phone. And yeah Ain, or can I say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for some laughter just now. I think. Caused I feel cheered up after meeting you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! You Started it okay! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-7077150217666624536?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7077150217666624536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7077150217666624536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7077150217666624536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7077150217666624536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/samsung-z370.html' title='SAMSUNG Z370'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5600821652081782356</id><published>2008-05-10T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:38:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-\ANNOYED</title><content type='html'>Just stop it with your tags &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puh-lease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;---- I said please, manners there. For the love of God - which I believe in, stop doing your favorite pastime of pin-pointing in my tagboard. Get your own one which can be used for pin-pointing. Annoyed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; larh seii&lt;/span&gt;, got nothing else to do uh? Get a life, which I think you took time off to do all this lame stuff. And lame means uninspiring and dull. Check the dictionary. Went out with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Iddin&lt;/span&gt; to White Sands to get his mum and auntie - who took care of him for 5 years a present. Practically, he bought them both a brooch for their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selendang.&lt;/span&gt; So thoughtful cause both of them wear scarfs. I'm doing simple tomorrow, I'm gonna cook my famous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEVIL's CURRY&lt;/span&gt;. A recipe of my own (: And this is why I'm hot! Haha, thanks Ain for giving me this song, I just love old songs. Anyone got Michael Jackson's CD? Updating later.&lt;div&gt;[edited]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home all the way until now. Sis went home late and mummy got angry. Such a wrong timing, tomorrow is Mother's Day and yet, this is what she 'gave' mum. She got a slapping and a hair pulling scenario. Girls, they can do whatever they want to do to each other. I got nothing to say. Ate hotdog roll ($1.80) and black pepper crab puff - 2 for $3 &amp;amp; drank HL's banana milk. Slllluuurrrppp! Just finished watching 'Gadoh Gaduh Sayang' and '2x5 Dol' the second telecasts. Somehow, my family just got addicted to watching malay shows, that we were prone to avoid almost everyday as last time, it was boring. BORING! &lt;----- Replica of Josh from Drake &amp;amp; Josh - Nickelodeon. I miss SCV, I wanna watch Disney's Channel! Sleeping later, but before that I promised sis to sing a few songs before we sleep since her phone has been filled with ONLY 23 songs. Just wait till tomorrow when I get my phone. Z370 - Samsung. Can't wait. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5600821652081782356?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5600821652081782356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5600821652081782356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5600821652081782356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5600821652081782356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/annoyed.html' title='-\ANNOYED'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-4765427933287715624</id><published>2008-05-08T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:34:17.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagboard MADNESS</title><content type='html'>to anne-nus:&lt;div&gt;what the hell did I do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larh bodoh.&lt;/span&gt; Acting like two people? -.-" And how the hell do you get to my blog, owh yah, you got your CONNECTIONS. Whatever, I just don't wanna know anything bout you anymore, all you do is pin-point people. Now I'm glad you're out of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday's Paper; Malay Papers 1 &amp;amp; 2. Paper 1 was play, just that my composition sucks! Yah I know my malay is so not good but at least I admit it. Paper 2 was a killer. I swear I didn't know 1 single word of the PERIBAHASA list. Then the BINA AYAT, aiyoyo, can I not take malay? A. Maths and Social Studies paper. SS was first. Then I swear I relaxed too much. I was only left with 15 minutes to finish the SEQ. All was short but I think it can do. Overall, it was average. A. Maths paper killed me yesterday. I was confused for the first question though I knew how to do it, I can't seem to get the right answer. I left ELEVEN questions blank, I'm aiming for only 10 points, really! Science papers just now. I am really confident to get A1 for Chemistry, but I wasn't ready for Physics. Tomorrow, Geography and E. Maths paper. I love E. Maths! And I hope Mr Chong sets a good and challenging paper. Just not as difficult as the A. Maths paper is okay. My last words are, Let Friends Go If They Want To, Just Don't Be Intimidated By Their Lame Doings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-4765427933287715624?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4765427933287715624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=4765427933287715624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4765427933287715624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/4765427933287715624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagboard-madness.html' title='tagboard MADNESS'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-8725483086386763802</id><published>2008-05-07T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:30:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papers -\BLOODY HEWL!</title><content type='html'>MALAY PAPER/Peperiksaan Pertengahan Tahun Bahasa Melayu. Can do, but just not well enough. Can't say much. Will express it better the next time. Left 11 blanks for my A. Maths paper, I think it costs, just a lot of marks. I just aim to get 10 marks. Social Studies paper was a rush. I had only 15 minutes to finish the last SEQ. Was so rushing for time. I shouldn't have relaxed my hand too much. Will go into the 2 days tomorrow. No time):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-8725483086386763802?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8725483086386763802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=8725483086386763802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8725483086386763802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/8725483086386763802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/papers-bloody-hewl.html' title='papers -\BLOODY HEWL!'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-6968452250475437590</id><published>2008-05-05T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:55:23.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYE has started.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mid-years started at 9.30pm. English Paper 1 wasn't really hard, I choose Question 3 for the composition - Describe a corner in your school that you and your friends like to hang out at. I wrote about some corner in the canteen, I can hardly remember what I wrote just now. The situational writing question was AFTER the composition question, somehow, I find it funny. Shouldn't the shorter writing be questioned first so that we can do it quickly and concentrate on our composition. The situational writing was okay, just that I am not 100% sure that the format I wrote was correct. Overall, Paper 1 wasn't a killer, I though Mrs Pang would set a difficult paper, but this proved me wrong. Paper 2 was set by Ms Cynthia Yeo, she has set a CT once and I passed. Paper 2 is easy, but I am only 60% sure of all my answers. I have been unsure about many things lately, but I am sure bout this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Kiss is Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/orange.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about pushing the envelope. You're a wild kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to know someone all that well to kiss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You figure that's how you'll get to know one another!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may be impulsive with who you kiss, there's nothing random about your kissing technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Type: Unconventional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People See Your Kisses as: Intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Kiss Best With: A Red Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: A Pink Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Kiss?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any red kissers out there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONE MORE WEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-6968452250475437590?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6968452250475437590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=6968452250475437590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6968452250475437590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/6968452250475437590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/mye-has-started.html' title='MYE has started.'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-7992622939053610814</id><published>2008-05-04T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:06:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On account of Samantha, I do this, but I am not gonna pass this around, peeps out there may do this at your own account(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After I finish my Masters?&lt;br /&gt;2. What you want the most now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Go study with Ain &amp;amp; Amirah&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust the most ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ain&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It depends, new things don't gain my trust for me to have confidence in.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have a dream to come true , what would that be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmm, shouldn't dreams be kept secret.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you satisfied with yourself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yes I am, everyone should be satisfied with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It depends, with who?&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not fun enough, should change the question to break someone's heart and kill him/her.&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you like most about yourself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My everything.&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;12. What feelings do you hate the most ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in god ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always there for you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her, Ain &amp;amp; Iddin.&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you regret most in your life now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Having a phone and laptop.&lt;br /&gt;18. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friend's eyes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'I'll be there for you' friend.&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you doing currently ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Writing this while waiting for Ain to finish editing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you like doing most ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, studying.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Instructions : Add in a question to make it a total of 20 questions ,then tag 8 people in your list . List them out at the end of this post .Notify them in their chatbox that he/she have been tagged .Whoever does the tag , will have a blessing from all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not gonna disturb others, it's the exam period. Let them rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-7992622939053610814?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7992622939053610814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=7992622939053610814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7992622939053610814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/7992622939053610814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/question.html' title='question.'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634299985854631885.post-5455464188702335918</id><published>2008-05-04T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:04:50.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday night.</title><content type='html'>'Karaoke' last night before I slept. I was singing to the song 'Lelaki Ini' as I found the lyrics on the net and my sister wanted the lyrics for 'Aku Masih Sayang'. So we continued singing for a while, it lasted for half an hour actually. In the morning that Indian lady next door came to my house claiming that my cat has shitted in front of her house, Manja. Manja is already trained to shit in the toilet bowl, would she shit in front of that oil-smelling house, that smell is like WOW-ing. 'Can you do something bout it?'.  Buzz off &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;, irritating neighbors. Has she have nothing else to do. And thanks to her stupid daughter feeding my cat haw flakes, Manja did not eat for 3 days. Speaking of which, Manja is in heat, so she wants a tom. Syahiddin came by yesterday and watched the tom woo Manja. Lame!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be studying with Ain and Amirah again later, after Ain baths, which is after she finishes editing her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634299985854631885-5455464188702335918?l=azharrrrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5455464188702335918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634299985854631885&amp;postID=5455464188702335918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5455464188702335918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634299985854631885/posts/default/5455464188702335918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azharrrrr.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-night.html' title='yesterday night.'/><author><name>Azhhharrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
