<?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-38372617</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:22:50.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sleep with my undies on. -_-'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8585500995154285249</id><published>2008-01-13T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:40:38.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVED TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://slackendemeanour.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://slackendemeanour.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELINK!!!!&lt;/strong&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/38372617-8585500995154285249?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8585500995154285249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8585500995154285249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8585500995154285249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8585500995154285249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/moved-to-httpslackendemeanour.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5125480195287364013</id><published>2008-01-12T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some random convo with saiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4etSf7uHQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aRLpcuqlvq0/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154278831870057730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4etSf7uHQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aRLpcuqlvq0/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4etSv7uHRI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QiKDkdQD5U8/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154278836165025042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4etSv7uHRI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QiKDkdQD5U8/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4etS_7uHSI/AAAAAAAAAng/QmYygwCe4dk/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154278840459992354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4etS_7uHSI/AAAAAAAAAng/QmYygwCe4dk/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5125480195287364013?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5125480195287364013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5125480195287364013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5125480195287364013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5125480195287364013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-random-convo-with-saiful.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4etSf7uHQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aRLpcuqlvq0/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2834324864927976194</id><published>2008-01-10T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:46.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be spending my sleep today alone. *insert sad face* both small sis and bro had went to their respective camps for 3 days. they'll be coming back home tomorrow. and then big sis refused to sleep here so she sleep at aunt house instead. so there i go, alone on the bedroom. i bet it's going to feel abit awkwardly spacious. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153878927465127106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ZBk_7uHMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AGCDCBswTIE/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the 4 express as well as the 5 normal acad classes were brought to Singapore Polytechnic this afternoon for their open house. the place was pretty crowded. mostly with secondary school students. somehow i managed to recognise some familiar faces. the whole thing was great. i managed to explore more into different courses. but then i've yet to have a rough idea on which courses i'm going to take. perhaps i need to explore the others polytechnic's courses as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153878918875192482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ZBkf7uHKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GYYLQ3rHuHU/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i was pretty much an entertainer in school today. my awfully blur-crappytalks-nabilla's-smile-and-the-techno-dance attitude. okay i supposed it would be better if i called myself an irritator instead of entertainer. haha. apart from that, i fear myself for bringing back the old bad habit. what i mean is, bad habits such as sleeping! i realised i had been dozing off during some of the lessons. oh gawd. go away you evil habit! -_-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153878927465127122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ZBk_7uHNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ROWig3Mof94/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day, i spent my time alone at home while waiting for mum and dad to reach home. sis was already out before that. i cant finish and [perhaps the specific word is 'concentrate'] on my homeworks. i ended up clicking the camera buttons and took some snapshots of myself. i was really bored ya know. &lt;strong&gt;and dad gave me a big explosions when he reached home. "thanks eh pa. kentot tu biar maintain. da mcm bom meletop kat dalam air" -_-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ZBlP7uHOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/B6Ebb68raiM/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153878931760094434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ZBlP7uHOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/B6Ebb68raiM/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this picture below was taken during the trip to SP. i was bored and i was trying to imitate " THE GRINCH" hahahaa. funny? ugly? adorable? i know. :&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153880164415708402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ZCs_7uHPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/aba-UeLiJoQ/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ZBk_7uHMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AGCDCBswTIE/s72-c/DSC00733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2488995944221411357</id><published>2008-01-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ONK_7uHJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dEPB14vJhPQ/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153117618742107282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ONK_7uHJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dEPB14vJhPQ/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; early in the morning, got caught for coloured hair. ok that clearly show i dyed jet black already. mom was somehow frustrated with teacher. she say stuff like they are not being reasonable cause the colour is not that obvious unlike blue or blonde. i had a bad start today. not only being caught by teachers, i did not have much sleep and my body was aching. thank god, i could last in class the whole day. with the help of haikal smsing with me. thanks eh small boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to grow my hair long. i never in my life had my hair long. the longest was only shouldnt length. how pathetic could i get? -_-&lt;br /&gt;but then..it seems that my hair is growing very slowly. like a snail. like myself. gawd. it will take forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2488995944221411357?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2488995944221411357/comments/default' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4ONK_7uHJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dEPB14vJhPQ/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6186684640010382503</id><published>2008-01-07T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "bella, da tak contact ngan firdaus lagi?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4EIgP7uHII/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pUmeiciq5-k/s1600-h/F1030026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152408798814411906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4EIgP7uHII/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pUmeiciq5-k/s320/F1030026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum kept questioning that despite knowing that it is over. although it's irritating, it do paused me for a moment to think about you. and then i'll begin to have the thought of wanting you back. and then my mind go haywire. perhaps, i would really appreciate if we could set a date and have a coffee-talk one day. wouldn't that be great? i hope so too. imyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6186684640010382503?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6186684640010382503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6186684640010382503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6186684640010382503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6186684640010382503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/bella-da-tak-contact-ngan-firdaus-lagi.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R4EIgP7uHII/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pUmeiciq5-k/s72-c/F1030026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3437368777247734533</id><published>2008-01-06T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3_ouf7uHGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8ckhhP4piDc/s1600-h/S5030024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blahblahblahblahimsuchalonerpfftblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3_mlv7uHFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2wSi2NVdeI0/s1600-h/S5030024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3437368777247734533?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3437368777247734533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3437368777247734533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3437368777247734533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3437368777247734533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/blahblahblahblahimsuchalonerpfftblahbla.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2169936673943943868</id><published>2008-01-04T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:50:08.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldnt agree less when people say 'looks can be deceiving'. you are turning twenty this year yet so small. so much for your goatie-matured looks but you are still as young as sixteen year old kid at heart. i love disturbing you by calling names such as 'small boy' but i'll try not to make it as a habit. the cutest thing is when you get all worked up by those two words but hate the part when you squeeze my head under your arms. its painful and you caused me to have headaches in the end. not forgetting this. kindly reduce your 'temptation' to tickle me. its irritating. i just couldnt help it seeing you smile. it's a killer. what matter is, i had fun with you today. dont hesitate to share your thoughts and problems. you know i dont care and i'll listen for sure. so yeah. forgive me. i supposed its my fault for being late and it rained. you end up not feelling well. i am so bad. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2169936673943943868?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2169936673943943868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2169936673943943868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2169936673943943868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2169936673943943868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-couldnt-agree-less-when-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7321046831706270910</id><published>2008-01-02T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:47.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3vM_v7uHDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vpjo4wSHh6I/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150935994399071282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3vM_v7uHDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vpjo4wSHh6I/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are my companion in class. they are my goody-goody friends. they are my sayangs. i dont think i can last in class without them. they are my happy pills. school today was abit dull and scary. new class mentor scared me. O level is so near. and i really need to buck up like really2 buck up. sheesh. semoga ku berubah dan maju ke hadapan untuk kejayaan! ;)&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/38372617-7321046831706270910?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7321046831706270910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7321046831706270910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7321046831706270910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7321046831706270910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-are-my-companion-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3vM_v7uHDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vpjo4wSHh6I/s72-c/Image058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-323824072621770331</id><published>2008-01-01T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:19:49.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from not trying to be angry with mum. she made and forced me too. im very dissapointed with myself. although i really dont intend to talk to her in that rude manner, i hurt her really alot. i hate it when she tried to do something when it supposed not to be done like that. cos in the end we, her children, cant accept it and then end up talkbing back to her rudely and then she go cursing here and there. we all dont intend to do that rude stuff, she somehow have that power like forcing us to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever it is, im sorry mum. i love you alot than you had never expected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-323824072621770331?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/323824072621770331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=323824072621770331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/323824072621770331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/323824072621770331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-not-trying-to-be-angry-with-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-9173284746369010084</id><published>2007-12-31T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:47.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3hKOP7uHCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/m7m9DAYhDX0/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149947782553803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3hKOP7uHCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/m7m9DAYhDX0/s320/Photo0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just 1 more page till we close the book. goobye two thousand seven and hello two thousand eight. prolly this is the time where you guys make 'new years resolutions'. i cant deny that i do too. new year, new made vows and perhaps a whole new me. put the past to bed. and just move on and enjoy this whole new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;i've quite plan already for this coming two thousand eight. hoping all of those plans will work out. my philosophy for this new year is '&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to uphold the phrase 'no actions talk only''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i would like to wish a very Happy 15th Birthday to my lovely Fatin the bachen. be good. and yeah i love and miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop the act and cut the crap,dear me. face it, you are lonely. and you need someone. i cant say much since love comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but would a kiss be too much too ask?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-9173284746369010084?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/9173284746369010084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=9173284746369010084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/9173284746369010084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/9173284746369010084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-1-more-page-till-we-close-book.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3hKOP7uHCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/m7m9DAYhDX0/s72-c/Photo0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2198898714942544613</id><published>2007-12-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3UhXv7uHBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uB16J7LCtrw/s1600-h/Love_by_darunia_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149058440855690258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3UhXv7uHBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uB16J7LCtrw/s320/Love_by_darunia_art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you have a strong feeling of affection for someone but you didn't do anything about it.and i mean nothing at all because you are too afraid to open up a conversation with him instead you end up giving him picture comments only.but then you are really looking forward for something or maybe a miracle to happen between the two of you and again you didn't do anything about it, not even a saying a simple hi to him but you still insist and keep on dreaming that you want something to happen.that's completely mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eyeing on you since like ages.there's one time i really regretted in my whole life when i end up giving my attention to your friends and not to you because i was actually too timid to give you that much attention.at the same time i wished that particular night stay night forever. remember when we get so nervous to kiss each of our cheeks as a forfeit given by your friends and when you gave me that kiss, i flew to the cloud and you went all red. remember when you slowly reached my hand under your cardigan and hold it tight because you were all shy to let your friend see. i wish i could held it till the next morning when we walked to the train station. it is crazy but you never fail to make my heart skip a beat. and yeah sometimes i do think that you're my 'mr.right'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven is not so kind to me because i have this stong feeling that your friends somehow in anyway detest me. and i wonder if you do too. prolly cause i'm not pretty or whatever towards you guys. you are the only one that always smiled at me when we bumped into each other. but your friends gave me that arrogant face. i really do feel like going to any beauty salon to get myself a flawless complexion and then to the hair salon to have extensions for myself just to fairly compete with those kind of girls that you guys eyed for and just woo you without any doubts in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always warned myself not to walk alone at town as fear that i might bumped into you and when you smiled at me as a substitude for your 'hi and bye' to me, i might just passed out that very moment. i could solemnly swear that you have a killer smile. even by looking at your picture, you could make me go weak and as though my joints are all loose. i wonder when i will have the guts to type a simple H,I to you in msn. i know i cant cause for no reason i have this deep pessimsm about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no doubt, i always have big smile paste on my face when it comes to you. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture credits to darunia-art.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2198898714942544613?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2198898714942544613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2198898714942544613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2198898714942544613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2198898714942544613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-have-strong-feeling-of-affection.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3UhXv7uHBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uB16J7LCtrw/s72-c/Love_by_darunia_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8728285224946084466</id><published>2007-12-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:48.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3FBZf7uHAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/M8Zay82Q6FI/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147967755385707522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3FBZf7uHAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/M8Zay82Q6FI/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was a last minute plan when i head to peninsula to meet wan,nurul and wal. they surprised me when they bought glenns vodka out of the blue. okay, i drank abit cause i dont want anything gross happen to me while in the train back home so yeap. adek came later. i miss him alot. haha. the whole thing were really lazy and fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked my old number. firdaus's mom is still looking for me. still thinking that im still with him. she sent angry messages as she thought firdaus and me still together and he's still going out with me. i didnt know and expect him to be going out late again. i thought he would stop doing all that since we are over now. thought that you changed for the better. but damn, you didnt? thinking back all those time where i used to advice to stand up for your own right and talk back to your mum and stuff, i had made a real bad mistake. sheesh. im a bad advicer. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;[this paragraph like got many 'still' right? -_-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day out with eek love tomorrow. happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;but im still wondering where to get the cash.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-8728285224946084466?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8728285224946084466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8728285224946084466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8728285224946084466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8728285224946084466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-was-last-minute-plan-when-i-head-to.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R3FBZf7uHAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/M8Zay82Q6FI/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2937332549339594826</id><published>2007-12-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:48.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2_QUf7uG_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/R6XiglJ0O28/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147561949695712242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2_QUf7uG_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/R6XiglJ0O28/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so much for only had books in mind. i ended up talking on the phone with s for almost 8 hours and then for no particular reason, we decided to go out without even spending at most 2 minutes for our eyes to close. went to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks. i adore the green one. Theodore! before that just had our lunch and slack. we end up sleeping halfway on the couch at the waiting area. i guess we are really that tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head to little india to meet mum and dad while he headed home. had my dinner with mum,dad,uncle and aunt. as expected, i slept during the bus ride home. i wish i wasnt shooked up cause i was dreaming away. that tiny earthquake totally wreck the dream. pfft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a random wish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Christmas people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2937332549339594826?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2937332549339594826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2937332549339594826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2937332549339594826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2937332549339594826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-much-for-only-had-books-in-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2_QUf7uG_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/R6XiglJ0O28/s72-c/DSC00394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8541976047217785605</id><published>2007-12-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R26Ae_7uG-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/KRIJ4ScjyZY/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147192694177405922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R26Ae_7uG-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/KRIJ4ScjyZY/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;define lazy. lazy means you are not energetic. lazy means you are slow. lazy means you are indolent and slothful. i am totally not embarrassed to admit that im all that. all i do is to sleep all day. new friend request kept coming in from friendster and myspace. all i do is to click accept and ignore them eventhough they kept commenting "hi,how are you?" and "what are you doing?" since i'm too lazy. i even end up blocking some of them in msn because i simply cant be bothered and too lazy. im sorry for this displeasing attitude. im just not up to anything. relationship seems to be a waste of time for me now. i dont really have time for all this. currently, i only have books in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out with my old friends. especially this bitch, eklima. i miss her so much. it's been ages since we had our last date. people kept asking me "where's eek?" because last time we are always together. people only saw us, only us two always. and yeah, she booked me this wednesday. looking forward to it. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-8541976047217785605?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8541976047217785605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8541976047217785605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8541976047217785605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8541976047217785605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/define-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R26Ae_7uG-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/KRIJ4ScjyZY/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-530202800992569589</id><published>2007-12-23T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:49.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R21vdP7uG9I/AAAAAAAAAk0/FLf2OTHIzt8/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146892497438251986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R21vdP7uG9I/AAAAAAAAAk0/FLf2OTHIzt8/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a big hurray to me cause i finally went out today. it was such a relieved. went to town with big and small sis. i had fun though despite it was only for awhile. went to fill each of our stomach and then just walk around taking pictures with fisheye2. the lightings there was wonderful. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, something happened. we ate at cahaya and sat on this table where usually customers dont. but since the place was packed the auntie let us sit there. i call it the doom table. somehow it cursed on us three. i was the first one. i accidentally hit my spoon and then rice and beef was flying all over. and then again, i hit my bandung and it fell. the whole thing spilled. i was pretty lucky not to get myself wet. the auntie there was too kind to give me another bandung for free. okay so, my big sis accidentally spilled her gravy onto her skirt and then my small sis ate this weird thing as she thought it was mushroom but it's not. gee.. really. the curse is too strong. we quickly ate our dishes and then head off. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont laugh at the story. it may sound childish. but it was really an embarrassment! pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-530202800992569589?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/530202800992569589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=530202800992569589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/530202800992569589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/530202800992569589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-hurray-to-me-cause-i-finally-went.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R21vdP7uG9I/AAAAAAAAAk0/FLf2OTHIzt8/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7634912236042060405</id><published>2007-12-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2vRpf7uG8I/AAAAAAAAAks/DHiJKAslqIA/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146437510077750210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2vRpf7uG8I/AAAAAAAAAks/DHiJKAslqIA/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;striking yellow slingbag for next year? what do you think? hah. never ever before bought those type of bags. that happy color attract my eyes like a magnet and immediately fall for it. since mum had already promised to buy me a new school bag, buying that lovely bag wasnt a problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining cats and dogs totally destroyed my mood today. i was looking forward to finally go out. but when it pours, forget it. i end up rotting at home. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i would love to go out tomorrow. die die must go out. so yeap.&lt;br /&gt;pray hard lala. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-7634912236042060405?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7634912236042060405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7634912236042060405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7634912236042060405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7634912236042060405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/striking-yellow-slingbag-for-next-year.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2vRpf7uG8I/AAAAAAAAAks/DHiJKAslqIA/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6420276578940581375</id><published>2007-12-21T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:49.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2q1CP7uG7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/a2s-o4EsQkI/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146124574465596338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2q1CP7uG7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/a2s-o4EsQkI/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so my holidays are really getting too mundane and dull. i haven't been going out these few days. i've been spending times at home and rot since there is no one who wants to ask me out. okay, there is a few. but i rejected most of it since my butt is too lazy to get off from the bed. gees. so ya, it was practically my fault too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you might have this question "what you do at home sia?" popped out into your mind. well,lately i've been browsing through people's online shopping blog to find something nice and cheap for myself during the wee hours. i could last till 6 am in the morning okay just to survey all those stuffs. currently, i got one and im collecting it from the seller tomorrow afternoon. :D apart from that, i've been sleeping from 6am to 6 pm almost everyday. shut that "siak,siol,wth" and save it. haha. dont mind me, im like that. easy said,i live in the night, dead in the day. understood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna get myself a schoolbag. i wanna have a new sec4 look. so that all those newbies in sec1 will be somehow be afraid and respect me. hahaha. dream on. but who knows. rumours has it, i have the fierce cum arrogant face. wth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6420276578940581375?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6420276578940581375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6420276578940581375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6420276578940581375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6420276578940581375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-my-holidays-are-really-getting-too.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2q1CP7uG7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/a2s-o4EsQkI/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3618443728592104063</id><published>2007-12-19T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:49.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2gE0v7uG6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/IEjEF3ughk8/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145367878537452450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2gE0v7uG6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/IEjEF3ughk8/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first you carry a baby and then push a trolly back home. damn. i really felt like a maid just now. with my unappropriate dressing. i was sure to be mistaken for a maid seh. i've learnt my lesson. okay enough. i've been spending my last few days with khairulanwar. and i miss him already. dad went back just now. fetch him from harborfront and take limousine cab home. the service was great. they even had a small tv inisde. and we watch Evan Almighty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, i actually didnt know what to update actually.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! i had a crush on this cleaner at banquet at harborfront. he is so adorable. he have charming smile. but damn, he's a cleaner. and yeah. mum had been asking about firdaus whereabouts. you made me miss him,mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3618443728592104063?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3618443728592104063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3618443728592104063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3618443728592104063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3618443728592104063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-you-carry-baby-and-then-push.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2gE0v7uG6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/IEjEF3ughk8/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-663362745698438092</id><published>2007-12-17T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:51.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIP7uGzI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m-acqLuuibI/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144630441242663730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIP7uGzI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m-acqLuuibI/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kak nana's wedding today was great i guess.kak nana really look stunning today. like never before see her like that. i met my not-supposed-to-be-crushed-but-it-is-still-my-crush. he seriously look so adorable when he smile and 'wow' when he did the silat for the newlyweds. apart from that,i had fun taking pictures with my siblings using sis's fisheye2. and also,carrying darwish around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIf7uG0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/0e8rvyXF674/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144630445537631042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIf7uG0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/0e8rvyXF674/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couple for the day. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIf7uG1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/hIzeitK9bE4/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144630445537631058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIf7uG1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/hIzeitK9bE4/s320/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144631639538539394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VnN_7uG4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/lhPO_d34Bts/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIv7uG2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/eSoT5FjlExo/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144630449832598370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIv7uG2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/eSoT5FjlExo/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had my dinner with khairulanwar. i had fun spending time with him. i just love seeing him smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144632369682979730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2Vn4f7uG5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/McbtzywSKbs/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VnNv7uG3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/94PgyXdkC2Y/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144631635243572082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VnNv7uG3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/94PgyXdkC2Y/s320/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he look so adorable right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-663362745698438092?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/663362745698438092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=663362745698438092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/663362745698438092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/663362745698438092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/kak-nanas-wedding-today-was-great-i.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2VmIP7uGzI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m-acqLuuibI/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7084453447433827810</id><published>2007-12-15T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:52.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how about this. you went out as early as 3.30 am in the morning to meet someone. head off to cityhall by cab. eat at macdonalds for breakfast. slack. and then to coffeeshop behind peninsula shopping centre for morning teabreak. and then to somerset to slack at starbucks. and then head home by 12 in the afternoon. and it was actually a date. what do you think? amazing? crazy? stupid? haha. this stupidly sweetest guy,khairulanwar, sanggup to spent time with me early in the morning. sanggup to spend almost 40 bucks on cab. sanggup anything la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you the story behind him. from what he told me, and i do believe it, he had been searching for me for 1 year just to get to know my name and myself more. he had been eyeing on me since last year but he had so much trouble just to get to know my name what more myself. perhaps it's the sweetest thing to hear, you see. like 'atlast', he found me. he looked so happy when we met just now. not as in he was jumping around like monkeys. but the way he stood there, smiling, blushing and kept quiet defines it all. i could clearly see that he was really nervous somehow. how adorable! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like today's date. it seems weird somehow cause who in the world date people at 3.30 am in the morning to 12 pm in the afternoon??? haha. i bet he love it. okay yes, he do. by all those smses he sent to me a few minutes ago. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupidly sweetest guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144078499290421922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwI_7uGqI/AAAAAAAAAic/hYjHmnhoAvU/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144078499290421938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwI_7uGrI/AAAAAAAAAik/FclboB8BZNM/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NxjP7uGvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qThc3pGSkLs/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144080049773615858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NxjP7uGvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qThc3pGSkLs/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2Nxjf7uGwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/3FEn6WAFcj4/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144080054068583170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2Nxjf7uGwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/3FEn6WAFcj4/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2Nxkv7uGxI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6xp97GaZeJk/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144080075543419666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2Nxkv7uGxI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6xp97GaZeJk/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2Nxk_7uGyI/AAAAAAAAAjc/czRJne86D8w/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144080079838386978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2Nxk_7uGyI/AAAAAAAAAjc/czRJne86D8w/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwJP7uGsI/AAAAAAAAAis/4i5s5jt8wNY/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144078503585389250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwJP7uGsI/AAAAAAAAAis/4i5s5jt8wNY/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144078507880356578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwJf7uGuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/98GNevBMTQc/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwJP7uGtI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JGqAYowGmaA/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144078503585389266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwJP7uGtI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JGqAYowGmaA/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-7084453447433827810?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7084453447433827810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7084453447433827810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7084453447433827810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7084453447433827810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2NwI_7uGqI/AAAAAAAAAic/hYjHmnhoAvU/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-297153747041660395</id><published>2007-12-15T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2LH7_7uGpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Um8YmNY45k4/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143893557998656146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2LH7_7uGpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Um8YmNY45k4/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, one thing i wanna talk about is that about my current life right now. people have been contacting me. and i have been talking to different people. i hate it. but i hate to be called arrogant. i could fucking call myself a swinger right now. girl being a swinger? geee...fuck myself for that. perhaps i could start being arrogant right now. should i?&lt;br /&gt;i want my boyfriend back. atleast i could only contact with him. atleast my life is peaceful. atleast i could only love one person and thats him. but dream on nabilla, he wouldnt come back. he never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins wedding tomorrow. looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-297153747041660395?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/297153747041660395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=297153747041660395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/297153747041660395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/297153747041660395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-one-thing-i-wanna-talk-about-is.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2LH7_7uGpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Um8YmNY45k4/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6388779406333285488</id><published>2007-12-13T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:53.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2A06ArSy8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/RJeqrLk3bgc/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143168945675750338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2A06ArSy8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/RJeqrLk3bgc/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i ended up late. sorry zozi. he was with his classmate,syak. but then, syak went home early. so zozi and i went to marina square to have our dinner. and then straighaway to jurongpoint since he need to buy this scratch2 thingy for Timah, his new girlfriend. she is soo adorable. but im scared of her. haha. we then head to this new neighbourhood that had just opened a few weeks ago. it's nice, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;we talked. we joked. we ate orange sweet. we chill. it was fun i guess. i miss him so much since its been almost a year since i last met him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;evagmihaeybdoogssikecnisehstnawtioshcum.haha&lt;br /&gt;he gave me his notebook. forced me to draw something in it. and now im still figuring out what to draw. my mind is blank. im not creative and artsy. damnit. i hate it when it comes to drawing stuff. i dont have any talent! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6388779406333285488?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6388779406333285488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6388779406333285488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6388779406333285488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6388779406333285488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-ended-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R2A06ArSy8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/RJeqrLk3bgc/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5938292124538611015</id><published>2007-12-12T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:53.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R17a7QrSy7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bn0VW4LKaas/s1600-h/S5030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142788536127376306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R17a7QrSy7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bn0VW4LKaas/s320/S5030004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i rot at home the whole day today. spent times with my siblings. laugh with them.  joke with them. its fun. at least it keeps me from thinking unnecessarry stuffs. football match between singapore and thailand had caused me to loose my voice. i spent time shouting in anger while watching the match. i were so angry with the young lions. haha. [step pro only sia me]&lt;br /&gt;and again, someone confessed his feelings towards me. im just speechless and had no idea what to do. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i got plans for tomorrow or rather today. meeting nazreen[nazozi]. he asked me to accompany him to funan to search for laptop bags and then just chill. it would be pleasant to meet him since it's been ages since i last met him. just fear that he would cancel tomorrow's meeting cause he is used to be called 'buwey king'. haha&lt;br /&gt;so mr ex, dont buwey tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5938292124538611015?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5938292124538611015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5938292124538611015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5938292124538611015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5938292124538611015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-rot-at-home-whole-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R17a7QrSy7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bn0VW4LKaas/s72-c/S5030004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7527522398038981886</id><published>2007-12-11T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:53.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14NvArSy1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/j3M2Tf7-llU/s1600-h/S5030339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142562925790284626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14NvArSy1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/j3M2Tf7-llU/s320/S5030339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perhaps now is the time for colleagues to go to work and students to go to school. but here i am busy blogging although i'd updated it already. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing alot of people right now.EEK, FATIN, FARAH, MG CREW, VIVA, DEE, APISZ, NABIL, HAZY,RAYMOND, JACKY and unexpectedly that guy, Iamhollywood. i wanna meet them. i wanna laugh with them. take billions of pictures. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-7527522398038981886?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7527522398038981886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7527522398038981886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7527522398038981886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7527522398038981886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/perhaps-now-is-time-for-colleagues-to.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14NvArSy1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/j3M2Tf7-llU/s72-c/S5030339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7689310508900987497</id><published>2007-12-10T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:53.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1zqxArSyxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZlQWo2oYFPo/s1600-h/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142243002266340114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1zqxArSyxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZlQWo2oYFPo/s320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1zqxQrSyyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/DgcSve9V36s/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142243006561307426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1zqxQrSyyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/DgcSve9V36s/s320/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my saturday and sunday were somehow the coffee-outlet-lepaking day. Saturday, i sat at SPINELLI with wantoi and friends. and then yesterday, met this crappy guy who want himself to be recognised as jack[the picture on the right]. went to Skafest but it ended early. so headed to STARBUCKS and chill around with his friends. bla bla bla. went to his workplace, COFFEE CLUB, and sat there for awhile to enjoy the free halzenut cake and rambutan ice blended i think. aha. we both planned to not to head home early. therefore, i came out with the idea of drinking. he agreed. we drank bacardi and glenns vodka. i cant really recall what happen in between. but he told me i was really drunk. HAH. i felt good though since it's been some time since i drank my last alchohol. so yeah. went to clementi after that to chill around with his friends. and then head home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my bad, i miss you jacky. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-7689310508900987497?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7689310508900987497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7689310508900987497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7689310508900987497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7689310508900987497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/hangover-my-saturday-and-sunday-were.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1zqxArSyxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZlQWo2oYFPo/s72-c/DSC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1246396211865746865</id><published>2007-12-09T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:54.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14N8ArSy2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8p34k2DIC0/s1600-h/dgnj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142563149128584034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14N8ArSy2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8p34k2DIC0/s320/dgnj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sally's performance were great. i only went to skafest yesterday. it was happening, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to hamdan, i was not being pushed around by those big bullies inside the moshpit. he protected me all the way. i really thank him for that. then last night, ton with the SKs and their friends. they're all busy designing am and an's skimboard. hah. went home early this morning and straight away to bed and woke up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;then off to cityhall to me wantoi and adek. i miss adek alot. never see him for ages till i dont know alot of things that is actually going on. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;okay then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is truely a boring post. but thanks to those readers who actually read it and wasted 2 minutes of their precious time.&lt;br /&gt;haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1246396211865746865?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1246396211865746865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1246396211865746865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1246396211865746865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1246396211865746865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/sallys-performance-were-great.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14N8ArSy2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8p34k2DIC0/s72-c/dgnj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5978790566252159757</id><published>2007-12-07T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:54.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14OQArSy3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/F28L2NGKXRs/s1600-h/93490021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142563492725967730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14OQArSy3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/F28L2NGKXRs/s320/93490021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perhaps i could start opening up my books already. since i got nothing better to do at home other than sleeping all day. true enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my readers, you guys do realised right that i kept changing blogskins? aha. dont mind, but i was so bored and end up editing stuff here and there to cover up my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i gotta admit i got nothing much to type here. my holidays are killing me. really. but at the same time, not looking forward to school either. Os seems so near although its like around 11 months away. okay scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss muhammad firdaus bin sulaiman. i still need you,dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5978790566252159757?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5978790566252159757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5978790566252159757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5978790566252159757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5978790566252159757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/perhaps-i-could-start-opening-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14OQArSy3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/F28L2NGKXRs/s72-c/93490021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8613400957755929540</id><published>2007-12-05T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:54.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14aNQrSy6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/bs-QZpPXXv4/s1600-h/DSC09847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142576639620860834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14aNQrSy6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/bs-QZpPXXv4/s320/DSC09847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow, i just viewed his profile. and to my surprise, he is now contacting other girls. how amazing is that? i thought he did not have time for all this already, but that just prove everything wrong. i thought he would change for the better. but no,again im wrong. its up to him really. but i cant deny that i felt a pinch of jealousy looking at his profile and those comments by girls. okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how boring could my holidays get? i really cant stand it. but nevermind, at least im doing something to cover up my boredom. shuffling! totally macam paham, i know. but then, im somehow into the dancing mood or groovy. i wanna dance! and shuffle! and then i could become the next SQ. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-8613400957755929540?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8613400957755929540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8613400957755929540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8613400957755929540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8613400957755929540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-i-just-viewed-his-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R14aNQrSy6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/bs-QZpPXXv4/s72-c/DSC09847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8777289479394569287</id><published>2007-12-03T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:54.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1L27ArSyrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AbiNws3kuY0/s1600-R/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139441618437458610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1L27ArSyrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/obfXsHdTzSA/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like finally for once i actually spent my weekends at home. astonishing, i could say. cause a person like me certainly wouldnt want to stick their bottom at home doing nothing except for spending time infront of the large screen with a remote and biscuits beside you and then you'll be clicking on the remote,changing channels non-stop since you couldnt find anything that interest you. its obvious that i dont have much to say since there is nothing really happening this weekend. only that i regretted not turning up for yesterday's gig at BB. i missed my old friends alot. perhaps that day was the only day that we were so called re-united for once. but i had to cancel it cause my dad just came back home yesterday. ironically, curfew starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came across to this book among my school books inside the 'book box'. the book which i thought i lost it. it was our book. flip through the pages and those posts almost made burst into tears. but i held it. its worthless crying for you, i remind myself that countless times. i miss you again. *roll eyes* no worries, i bet this feeling wont last long. i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-8777289479394569287?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8777289479394569287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8777289479394569287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8777289479394569287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8777289479394569287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/like-finally-for-once-i-actually-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1L27ArSyrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/obfXsHdTzSA/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6850458150747314651</id><published>2007-12-02T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQMQrSymI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/6XY1WIWsFOs/s1600-R/S5030088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139047190115830370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQMQrSymI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EETS3khln60/s320/S5030088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQMwrSynI/AAAAAAAAAfY/h1kSAV0_7Jw/s1600-R/S5030105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139047198705764978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQMwrSynI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Iw7-V2zqL84/s320/S5030105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQMwrSyoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IrA0pXrTfxM/s1600-R/S5030120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139047198705764994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQMwrSyoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XQWpnW7IC0E/s320/S5030120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQNArSypI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0jQv4LtWz-k/s1600-R/S5030095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139047203000732306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQNArSypI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7cGt06UM63Y/s320/S5030095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQNgrSyqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tCEHojEYfZ4/s1600-R/S5030130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139047211590666914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQNgrSyqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pZf4dMCo8ro/s320/S5030130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all i know, i had fun capturing moments with flash and 2 second delay with my siblings this saturday night. instead of wondering around at town or cityhall with my laughing gases.&lt;br /&gt;i'm content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6850458150747314651?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6850458150747314651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6850458150747314651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6850458150747314651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6850458150747314651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-know-i-had-fun-capturing-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R1GQMQrSymI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EETS3khln60/s72-c/S5030088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4878948839521172554</id><published>2007-11-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:55.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R07jG_P9xMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/t13A72lBvI8/s1600-h/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293934073431234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R07jG_P9xMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/t13A72lBvI8/s320/DSC00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my brain seem not be working properly right now. i felt dizzy most of the time. prolly due to the excessive sleeping. sheesh. my days are boring. hoping to receive a call from gv. hoping very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, anyone wanna watch the tattooist with me? perhaps anyone above 16? cause obviously, i cant be the one who is buying the tickets since it is nc16 show. issit? im confused.&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4878948839521172554?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4878948839521172554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4878948839521172554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4878948839521172554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4878948839521172554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-brain-seem-not-be-working-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R07jG_P9xMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/t13A72lBvI8/s72-c/DSC00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1129539374693655584</id><published>2007-11-29T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:56.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R02hQvP9xLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LiGfBwgZaUI/s1600-h/DSC09865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137940058833011890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R02hQvP9xLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LiGfBwgZaUI/s320/DSC09865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ineedsomeone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1129539374693655584?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1129539374693655584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1129539374693655584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1129539374693655584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1129539374693655584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/ineedsomeone.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R02hQvP9xLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LiGfBwgZaUI/s72-c/DSC09865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4914001605649041466</id><published>2007-11-28T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:44:26.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pretty mad at myself because the job searching i had planned for today got cancelled due to excessive sleepiness from myself. one of my myspace friend gave me some info about golden village needing part time worker. i'm pretty up for it since she told me that they didnt mind about fifteen years old. i've been thinking about getting a job at cinemas till i'd scripted out a line just incase if they mind about me being fifteen. "don't mind sir, honestly..do you think i look like a fifteen year old?" *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent time with my friends, as an antipode to focused lonliness. loneliness of longing for a companionship. people says single life is freedom, joy and spontaneous.  well thats true. but sometimes, i feel as though something is missing, or maybe someone. i see myself as a weakling. i need someone to support me and love me. speaking of love. being in love is the greatest feeling you've ever had, yeah? to think again, love can be boring. but still, you feel as though it completes you. thats how i feel. but not now. i'm incomplete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4914001605649041466?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4914001605649041466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4914001605649041466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4914001605649041466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4914001605649041466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-pretty-mad-at-myself-because-job.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1551916455339515430</id><published>2007-11-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:56.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; discontent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; flux - bloc party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0r1jfP9xJI/AAAAAAAAAew/UKx68QHxAOs/s1600-h/S5030289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i gotta admit that this holiday is really boring. work? nahh.. if i could find a better working job than fast food restaurant for my age, i would love to work. choosy, i know. i seriously need help in making my holidays much more interesting. i got nothing to do each day. i just couldnt wait for the day where my family would go overseas and what more, enjoy of course.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my life is b o r i n g currently.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1551916455339515430?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1551916455339515430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1551916455339515430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1551916455339515430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1551916455339515430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-discontent-listen-flux-bloc-party.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3327857375609230005</id><published>2007-11-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:56.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; yesterday - the beatles &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137238626249065634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0sjT_P9xKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/S43ytv2XdGU/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0miHfP9xII/AAAAAAAAAeo/5wHB5VSgPBA/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't this the most adorable thing ever exist in this world. i could daze onto this picture for hours without even getting bored of it. Darwish Raizin, my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i didnt went out the whole day. cause i spent half of the day sleeping. talk on the phone with zul doherty the whole of last night. well that prolly explain why i am so sleepy the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for tonight? on the phone with zul doherty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3327857375609230005?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3327857375609230005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3327857375609230005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3327857375609230005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3327857375609230005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-bored-listen-yesterday-beatles.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0sjT_P9xKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/S43ytv2XdGU/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2519604508374037603</id><published>2007-11-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:56.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; dreamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; 2 hearts - kylie minogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0hbUvP9xGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vn3hiRSswPk/s1600-h/S5030024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136455786854990946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0hbUvP9xGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vn3hiRSswPk/s320/S5030024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Viva's performance at Redbar today was out of this world. superb. splendid! i really wanna thank god for giving them a technical fault before their performance since that actually give me more time to reach Redbar and see their performance. HAHA. and so, i reach there in time during their first song. a big phew to that! their originals were excellent. i love it. if they were to make a recording out of it, i would be the first to put in my walkman phone and listen to it 24/7. HAHA. whatever it is, i'll cheer for them no matter what. i just hope they could work hard and finally put a show during baybeats. perhaps, that will be the beginning of their real music life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after their performance, we head to kampung glam cafe and had our lunch/dinner there. and then to esp and raffles. by then, all of us are dead beat. all of them went home with a gloomy face. except for me! i went all smiling away while walking home. why? that's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2519604508374037603?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2519604508374037603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2519604508374037603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2519604508374037603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2519604508374037603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-dreamy-listen-2-hearts-kylie.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0hbUvP9xGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vn3hiRSswPk/s72-c/S5030024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5514390186082003232</id><published>2007-11-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:56.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; sleepy &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; vision of heaven - bloc party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136122012061516882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0crwfP9xFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Zn1bfK-VnLw/s320/S5030027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally the day has come for Viva to finally perform live. Can't wait for the performance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;update you guys soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5514390186082003232?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5514390186082003232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5514390186082003232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5514390186082003232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5514390186082003232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-sleepy-listen-vision-of-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0crwfP9xFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Zn1bfK-VnLw/s72-c/S5030027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5575117934457914471</id><published>2007-11-22T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; dreamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; betapa aku mencintaimu - vagetoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0R8DfP9xCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bpO80Z3xcPg/s1600-h/dgnj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135365874479121442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0R8DfP9xCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bpO80Z3xcPg/s320/dgnj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as u can clearly see. its 22 november today. it would already be our 3rd month if its not because of you. on this day, people would see us holding hands, trying to run away from each other to avoid being pinched, laughing out loud and even kissing each other. how i wish this would really happen. to think that i already move on happily, i was wrong. the beeping of the phone alarmed me and reminded me with a simple note "3rd month with Fir ♥ !". i was grooving away with the song by the frail when i immediately dazed onto the phone upon seeing the reminder. i just sent you a sms. i doubt you would reply me. i doubt you will feel sad or whatever about this. i know you had move on. you move on so easily without a spare thought about how i'd feel. thanks. i hate you. &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/38372617-5575117934457914471?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5575117934457914471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5575117934457914471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5575117934457914471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5575117934457914471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-dreamy-listen-betapa-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0R8DfP9xCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bpO80Z3xcPg/s72-c/dgnj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2626737541047293573</id><published>2007-11-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:56.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; dr suzanne mattox phd - the wombats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135714827687019586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0W5bPP9xEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Tf6a5TdCm2U/s320/S5030326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelingless. very dreamy. very indeed. i hate being out of love. i wanna be in love.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm in love now. with someone very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i think its a one side love. OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;SYOK SENDIRI is the word.&lt;br /&gt;gee.&lt;br /&gt;still. i think i love that *****! ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2626737541047293573?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2626737541047293573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2626737541047293573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2626737541047293573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2626737541047293573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-crappy-listen-dr-suzanne-mattox.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0W5bPP9xEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Tf6a5TdCm2U/s72-c/S5030326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3007284939168181977</id><published>2007-11-21T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:57.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; content &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; count on this - the frail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135038043920385042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0NR5PP9xBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nR48YRDHidY/s320/S5030279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is nearly 6am and i've yet to go to sleep. seriously, its hard for me to sleep in the night now and be awake during the day. ugh. burung hantu! okay today, followed Viva to jam at chinese garden there. Viva gayrek. i couldnt wait to finally watch them perform live this saturday at Red Bar. will support them all the way, baby! ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3007284939168181977?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3007284939168181977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3007284939168181977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3007284939168181977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3007284939168181977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-content-listen-count-on-this-frail.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0NR5PP9xBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nR48YRDHidY/s72-c/S5030279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3925155638101445729</id><published>2007-11-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:13:57.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; still sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; so sorry - feist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold has yet to recover. i feel like cutting off my nose. and someone would video record it and then name it Saw V. haha. ok shut. that is totally random. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel so useless now. my mind is so blank. i cant think of anything. like seriously nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;BLANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3925155638101445729?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3925155638101445729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3925155638101445729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3925155638101445729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3925155638101445729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-still-sick-listen-so-sorry-feist.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-718652347704540849</id><published>2007-11-19T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; sick &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; crank dat soulja boy - soulja boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is really a bad time to catch a cold. the weather itself is already cold. gee. i feel soooo sick. ugh. every moment when i think of you, i would get a headache and i'll for sure switch to moody mode. i guess it's really a no use to go on begging from a heartless person like you. i supposed my presence from the start had given you hell for you and your family. thanks to that someone, he made me realised for sure this time although alot of others had said to ignore him since he doesnt care for me at all. you even stupidly said to treat this as though you cheated me just to get me away from you. how stupid can you be. since the beginning you had never used your brain to think thoroughly before doing or saying anything. thats why you get yourself into this state. this maybe weird, i still love you though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay enough of the moody2 part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole of today went to east coast to celebrate nadia birthday. gosh, i pity her to get bash so roughly. with eggs, flour and even her own birthday cake smashed onto her face. the good thing is, she seemed to be enjoying it and expecting it even! haha. like finally i managed to recover my craving for bbq chicken. the oh-so delicious taste. heaven! overall, i had fun with my schmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134252726330180594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0CHpvP9w_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/bSeCGg4_nWc/s320/DSC03339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134252717740245970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0CHpPP9w9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/rbqrfyEW1fU/s320/DSC09598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134252722035213282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0CHpfP9w-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/y4RhjcBsKCk/s320/DSC09593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134253434999784450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0CIS_P9xAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/n_aNh7K74pM/s320/DSC03336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134252713445278658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0CHo_P9w8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/WbGk3m8QBfU/s320/DSC03331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134252709150311346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0CHovP9w7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ualkvq3aiUw/s320/DSC09591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;birthday girl rabs skali man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-718652347704540849?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/718652347704540849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=718652347704540849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/718652347704540849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/718652347704540849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-sick-listen-crank-dat-soulja-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/R0CHpvP9w_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/bSeCGg4_nWc/s72-c/DSC03339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5011484909444476625</id><published>2007-11-18T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:08:17.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; blank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; the best i've ever had - vertical horizon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;the image of your face with that oh-so adorable smile of yours had been captured and stored inside my mind. how i wish i could see you smiling like that again, laughing to your own lame jokes and i just stood still looking at your charming face. you still insist on rejecting my calls. it's really a heartbreak to see you acting this way. you are certainly not that bad and timid till you cant even answer a call from me. i'll wait for you no matter how stupid this decision is. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5011484909444476625?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5011484909444476625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5011484909444476625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5011484909444476625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5011484909444476625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-blank-listen-best-ive-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8300117312212326792</id><published>2007-11-17T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:36:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; discontent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; its not over - secondhand serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still couldnt accept the fact that it is over. i thought i cried enough for you. but still i couldnt stop. i dreamt of you. i think about you. i dazed all night about it. damnit. i called you alot of times, you refused to anwer and even reject. im not being desperate. i just wanna hear your own voice. your voice saying those harsh words. its a shame of you to end this with a message.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you dont dare to say those words right towards me.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you dont really mean all those words that you sent.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you want me back.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you want me to be there beside you.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you wanna watch the sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you wanna kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you wanna hug me.&lt;br /&gt;tell me &lt;strong&gt;you love me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My tears run down like razorblades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no, I'm not the one to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you ' or is it me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the words we never say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come out and now we're all ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's no sense in playing games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you've done all you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had the chance to make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could take it back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose myself in all these fights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose my sense of wrong and right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry, I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's shaking from the pain that's in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna crawl into my bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And throw away the life I led&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I won't let it die, but I won't let it die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had the chance to make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could take it back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't say this won't last forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me that we will never be together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could be, over and over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could be, forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't say this won't last forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me that we will never be together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could be, over and over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could be, forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not over, it's not over, it's never over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you let it take you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not over, it's not over, it's not over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you let it break you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not over"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-8300117312212326792?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8300117312212326792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8300117312212326792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8300117312212326792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8300117312212326792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-discontent-listen-its-not-over.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7225140032618406799</id><published>2007-11-16T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; grieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; real love - massari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzyeKxQJ2iI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cvfpHXW_RRE/s1600-h/S5030167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just couldnt figure out why does it seems so easy for you to say goodbye just like that. I wonder..have you been waiting for this day? i just cant believe that this day actually exist. i kept wondering non-stop. reasons such as family problems seem to be unreasonable to me. cause obviously you do know that being together supposedly meant to be supporting and helping each other. i could support you. i could help you. what for i spent my times worrying for you like fuck when you didnt came home last weekend. all that worrying had gone wasted since you dont seem to be fucking care about it at all. you do know that your family problems is so heavy that you yourself cant handle it what more for me. how come i can still tolerate you and your problems and still be there for you? if i were to follow my heart, i would long to be apart from you. but why i didnt? simply i love you. thats all. seems that you dont. i know, i'm partly at fault too for going out with other of my guyfriends when you already forbid me too. but you know that they are just friends[i mean it!] and i'm stubborn right? i know my limits and im not that really stupid okay. how come you cant tolerate with that? i'm willing to help you with your heavy problems but you just dont want me to. and easily asked me to just ignore you and find other persons to entertain me? seriously i find it stupid. you make me hate you. really.&lt;br /&gt;all those sweet memories with you. the times we shared. it ended with a simple message just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just speechless.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea whether to be sad or just be okay about it.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea whether to cry or not but i cried enough.&lt;br /&gt;speechless.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-7225140032618406799?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7225140032618406799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7225140032618406799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7225140032618406799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7225140032618406799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-grieved-listen-real-love-massari-i.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5081794545259734667</id><published>2007-11-13T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:35:32.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; you and i both - jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's fine now. im glad. im relax and calm. just get this straight, don't think because of that stupid incident i'd leave you. no. absolutely not. im there for you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping very late and waking up late lately. perhaps its the cause of my addiction on seeing chinese dramas such as,meteor garden, online. so yeap.&lt;br /&gt;bye now. busy watching meteor garden again.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5081794545259734667?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5081794545259734667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5081794545259734667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5081794545259734667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5081794545259734667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-calm-listen-you-and-i-both-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5973803373406165461</id><published>2007-11-12T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:17:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; pissed-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; fight-west grand boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend had totally disappoint me today. im really pissed with him. he almost got me in trouble with the police. his family almost detest me. and again he lied. he lied! how can you steal something that is not yours and then give it to somebody and telling him/her that you bought it with your own money. that is foolish my dear! your sister send me a msg using '!!!' to me as though it was really my fault when it is clearly not mine. you even dare to do such things that your mom really dislike. what a DISAPPOINTMENT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5973803373406165461?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5973803373406165461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5973803373406165461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5973803373406165461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5973803373406165461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-pissed-off-listen-fight-west-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1256546949251354136</id><published>2007-11-11T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:58.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; shadow of the day - linkin park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzX7PDCOiUI/AAAAAAAAAco/7ana_7wxcWc/s1600-h/DSC09578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131283586389805378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzX7PDCOiUI/AAAAAAAAAco/7ana_7wxcWc/s320/DSC09578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this picture is totally minah-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out as late as 9. couldn't take the boredom at home and so decided to go out to take fresh air.haha. met faten the bachen. no other choices but to stick with her and her butch friends. it was embarrassing somehow. no offence though. that fucktard, afiq, left me all alone when we actually planned to meet each other. eventually, we met in the train on the way home. before we went our seperates way, i gave a hug to afiq. and suprisingly, his friend [taqim] asked for it too. aha. and i just gave. dani was like "kau rupenye tak tahu malu eh qim"&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend didnt called all day.&lt;br /&gt;his mum texted me finding for him, but i just ignored.&lt;br /&gt;scared. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1256546949251354136?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1256546949251354136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1256546949251354136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1256546949251354136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1256546949251354136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-content-listen-shadow-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzX7PDCOiUI/AAAAAAAAAco/7ana_7wxcWc/s72-c/DSC09578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-710438134858638933</id><published>2007-11-09T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:58.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;listen:&lt;/span&gt; no one - alicia keys &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzNE9zCOiTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Eg61bP6yIuM/s1600-h/music.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that close friend of mine generously paid for my top from forever 21 today. i felt bad but he said its okay. a big thanks yeah? period came and not suprised that it was the cause of my moody mood today. i talked less. i just kept quiet and mind my own business most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my dearly missed wan,abang and my ex[adek]. it was fun seeing them again after for so long they had gone missing in action. but it was kinda dull cause i cant get myself up to be as talkative as i always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-710438134858638933?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/710438134858638933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=710438134858638933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/710438134858638933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/710438134858638933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-moody-listen-no-one-alicia-keys.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-431129423433497278</id><published>2007-11-07T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:58.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzHMh2rwlvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/p9UZzeCwmXM/s1600-h/DSC09528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130106332538509042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzHMh2rwlvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/p9UZzeCwmXM/s320/DSC09528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everything is so mundane today. didnt go anywhere. rot at home all day. problems with love.ergh.&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel so ERGH today.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-431129423433497278?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/431129423433497278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=431129423433497278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/431129423433497278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/431129423433497278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything-is-so-mundane-today.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzHMh2rwlvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/p9UZzeCwmXM/s72-c/DSC09528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2739959616193346597</id><published>2007-11-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:59.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzCiqGrwluI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EOQYXPl8BXY/s1600-h/DSC09529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129778819807352546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzCiqGrwluI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EOQYXPl8BXY/s320/DSC09529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; exhausted. wear out. all those runnings had consume almost three quater of my energy. 6 laps of running/walking/jogging doesnt seem to reach my expectation. the target was 10. but damnit, i couldnt take it anymore. small sis finish the most laps. 10 rounds i supposed. sheesh. while big sis, spent most of her 5 rounds walking. im not suprised. we three, planned to make this thing a daily routine for every evening. so yeap, hope it works because we really do wanna lose some FATS. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&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/38372617-2739959616193346597?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2739959616193346597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2739959616193346597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2739959616193346597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2739959616193346597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzCiqGrwluI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EOQYXPl8BXY/s72-c/DSC09529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1440388823713962590</id><published>2007-11-06T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:59.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzATW2rwlsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/99jq-N07jSQ/s1600-h/DSC01279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129621258932098754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzATW2rwlsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/99jq-N07jSQ/s320/DSC01279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just can't accept the fact that u refused to pick up my call just because you don't feel like it? i call you like a thousand times and you ignored it just like that? wth.are you a person? you could at least text me and tell me that you don't feel like talking.but then you just sit there and do nothing and let your phone vibrate around. like gees. perhaps i should replace 'close friend' with 'FOE'. &lt;div&gt;pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1440388823713962590?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1440388823713962590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1440388823713962590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1440388823713962590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1440388823713962590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-cant-accept-fact-that-u-refused.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RzATW2rwlsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/99jq-N07jSQ/s72-c/DSC01279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6270030915505442785</id><published>2007-11-05T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry7jP2rwlqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MJGvjSf1R1Y/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129286887138170530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry7jP2rwlqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MJGvjSf1R1Y/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorry but i had to write this as short as possible.supposedly to head to aunt house now but decided to blog about today first.so its like finally i met my nonsensical darlings, syai and farah.although it was for awhile, i had fun.went to had our lunch at KFC.then head home.i love both of them! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry7jQGrwlrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/g1MEoTM_gZg/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129286891433137842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry7jQGrwlrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/g1MEoTM_gZg/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6270030915505442785?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6270030915505442785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6270030915505442785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6270030915505442785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6270030915505442785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-but-i-had-to-write-this-as-short.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry7jP2rwlqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MJGvjSf1R1Y/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-441737153093381190</id><published>2007-11-04T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry3ql2rwlpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5GtUjOG3FYc/s1600-h/DSC01279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129013486699976338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry3ql2rwlpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5GtUjOG3FYc/s320/DSC01279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm astonished by mum's sudden changed of i dont know, behaviour? likings? woke up this morning and saw this bowl of water filled water babies on the table.first thought, i knew it was from one of my siblings.got to know that it was actually my mum's.like woah huh.mum told me she was amazed by aunt's water babies at her house and thought of buying them too.all i know i laughed at mum for her sudden adorable behaviour and i cant stop playing around with those water babies.its fun! but then, it's an imitation of the real water babies.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've yet to touch my books and papers.like oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow, planned to meet my nonsensical darling syai and then head to farah's house.it's going to be fun.i miss them oh so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyfriend, where are you? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-441737153093381190?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/441737153093381190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=441737153093381190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/441737153093381190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/441737153093381190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-astonished-by-mums-sudden-changed-of.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ry3ql2rwlpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5GtUjOG3FYc/s72-c/DSC01279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-200368049395408331</id><published>2007-11-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T02:42:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the most boring saturday ever. Except for the part went i met my nonsensical bitches. Still, I would have to say it's a boring saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss love as always.&lt;br /&gt;And that close friend suddenly. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-200368049395408331?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/200368049395408331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=200368049395408331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/200368049395408331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/200368049395408331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-is-most-boring-saturday-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7127936122377162978</id><published>2007-11-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:00.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RytYo2rwlnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/QXqbOxdmJms/s1600-h/DSC09657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128290059588507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RytYo2rwlnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/QXqbOxdmJms/s320/DSC09657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the game plan is a great movie to watch.its hilarious plus touching at the same time.it is mostly about the love of a new father to her unexpected daughter.i recommend you guys to catch it.no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met love.i thought it would turn out great but then it turns out kinda sucky due to the family problems we are facing.thank god,we still have fun with each other today.my mind is not working so well.been thinking about his problems all the time.i just cant bear to see him suffer on his own.when will this thing be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;school was fun today.i love it when i get to sit beside my darling,syai.learnt a new chapter for biology on eye.its easy!for once i could really somehow understand the whole topic.and i changed my mind about dropping that subject.all i know,i'll try very hard this time and improve on biology.rumours has it,they say usually people with knowledge on biology has a bright future! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dear friend, you mentioned about you feeling in pain everyday and night.are you sure? i didnt mean to make you feel hurt or whatsoever.im just kindly telling you that we can be only friends.what truth? how can i know the truth when you didnt tell me. and then you said you hoping that i know the truth. how?&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/38372617-7127936122377162978?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7127936122377162978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7127936122377162978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7127936122377162978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7127936122377162978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/game-plan-is-great-movie-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RytYo2rwlnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/QXqbOxdmJms/s72-c/DSC09657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6307251342545043277</id><published>2007-11-01T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:01:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously had trouble walking to school.the pain is unbearable.thank god, i could tolerate with the pain.school was basically mundane.except for the part when i had fun doing group work with my nonsensical darlings,syai and farah.went to eat with them at banquet,as usual.wani decided to tag along.so yeap.all four of us bought the same dish,beef noodles.i tell you,you should give it a try.its heaven.perhaps,that will be my regular dish everytime i go there.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearly goodfren hazy is turning 1 year older today.and so i'd like to wish her a very happy birthday.may god bless you with good life and fortunes.huhu.meet up very very soon la sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you,boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6307251342545043277?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6307251342545043277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6307251342545043277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6307251342545043277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6307251342545043277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-seriously-had-trouble-walking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3230125713355325520</id><published>2007-10-31T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:18:55.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never really been to gym for quite some time.running seems to be eating up all my energy now.i just couldnt believe that.this clearly shown that i've been putting on weight.tons of it.i love running.i was the school runner during junior school days, mind you.[im not being proud or whatever] gym today was worthless.me and sis end up having our lunch at a fast food restaurant instead of those healthy food like yoghurt or fruits and vegie.plus, i sprained my ankle and got a bum on my foot.its aching really badly.i could hardly walk.but still insist on going to giant and mac.dopey, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing around with my face trying to make funny faces to amuse this one lovable baby. end up feeling like a fool because that baby just pointed his middle finger to me. its obviously not on purpose, but it looks so real as though he got this conception of 'wth is this girl doing? showing me those awful faces?' i sat that feeling awful while my sister had a great laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bloghopping through my friend's blog and found out that my close friend had a crush on me.boy, i appreciate that.but you and i know it is clearly that we cant go any further other than just friends.so yeah, i just want to make this thing clear to you if you have that thought in mind.being friends is way much better, dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3230125713355325520?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3230125713355325520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3230125713355325520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3230125713355325520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3230125713355325520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-never-really-been-to-gym-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3781190399818031712</id><published>2007-10-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:15:01.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt useless for not able to help you in anyways. the thought about you and your problems had been interfering my mind. i cant even concentrate during classes. i fear of you might think that i'm a useless girlfriend who gives no help. all i know i can give is the comfort and support. but that too i had trouble with. this obviously shows i'm at fault. i'll try to give you much support and much suggestion to solve your problems aight. i just can't bear to see you suffer on your own. meet you up soon, love. you've been missed. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to that friend of mine who's going to NS in 6 months time.&lt;br /&gt;say bubye to your hair. haha&lt;br /&gt;and say hello to torture.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA to you, baby face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3781190399818031712?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3781190399818031712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3781190399818031712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3781190399818031712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3781190399818031712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-felt-useless-for-not-able-to-help-you.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1391732444319735570</id><published>2007-10-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:03.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126425374731688402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS4t6RuWdI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KyVbeRuojLY/s320/DSC09505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;FUN! Very fun. Boyfriend go gugugaga when he saw Dad. And guess what, he said Dad is CUTE. Wth? Ok I miss boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126425391911557602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS4u6RuWeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EYCDoOs6BWs/s320/DSC09605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126425396206524914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS4vKRuWfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QOUHNMjh1UQ/s320/DSC09606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126425400501492226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS4vaRuWgI/AAAAAAAAAag/gDuqT1ZAFac/s320/DSC09611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126425400501492242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS4vaRuWhI/AAAAAAAAAao/M_MTSc150bM/s320/DSC09612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126426049041553970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS5VKRuWjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WFYulXN45fM/s320/DSC09614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126426053336521282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS5VaRuWkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/odjWWxyeGns/s320/DSC09616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1391732444319735570?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1391732444319735570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1391732444319735570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1391732444319735570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1391732444319735570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-very-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyS4t6RuWdI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KyVbeRuojLY/s72-c/DSC09505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2469193634812038073</id><published>2007-10-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:03.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyOYwaRuWbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Wgud3u7tF5I/s1600-h/DSC09421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126108758332561842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyOYwaRuWbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Wgud3u7tF5I/s320/DSC09421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that shirt? My dad warned me not to wear it again. Or else, it'll be BURNED. Sometimes, dads are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak and head spinning. Damn I hate to be in that state. Didnt went out the whole day. Basically I had no mood. Again, boyfriend and I quarrelled. Seems like this quarrell thingy had became our daily routine. Wth. I dont want to talk about it. Just looking forward to meet boyfriend tomorrow. I miss him too much. Plus, mom and dad wanna see him and just get to know him a lil more better. So yeah. Tomorrow is going to be great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im loving my blogskin now! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2469193634812038073?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2469193634812038073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2469193634812038073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2469193634812038073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2469193634812038073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/see-that-shirt-my-dad-warned-me-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyOYwaRuWbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Wgud3u7tF5I/s72-c/DSC09421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5384123700259256778</id><published>2007-10-26T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:03.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyOZIqRuWcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b0NCZBTMBKI/s1600-h/DSC09492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126109174944389570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyOZIqRuWcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b0NCZBTMBKI/s320/DSC09492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laughing. Hitting and biting each other. Fooling around and make fun of each other. Making each other jealous. Gosh. Today was fun with boyfriend even though it was a fast one. I waited for boyfriend to finish work. He was late for an hour. Nvm. I understand. Its his dream job. Comic freak! I just love today. And I know he do too. Not surprising if I would already be missing him right now. I want more of today exactly like what you wanted too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pissed with Izaki. Full stop. Sheesh. &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/38372617-5384123700259256778?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5384123700259256778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5384123700259256778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5384123700259256778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5384123700259256778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyOZIqRuWcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b0NCZBTMBKI/s72-c/DSC09492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6513451057190847746</id><published>2007-10-25T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:03.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RyA1z6RuWXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1K6hr-VxkZQ/s1600-h/DSC09465.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I SWEAR SCHOOL WAS A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME TODAY. NO TEACHERS. NOT A LESSON CONDUCTED. I REGRETED COMING TO SCHOOL. I COULD DO ALOT OF THINGS DURING THOSE 6 HOURS OF DOING COMPLETELY NOTHING. ERGHH. THEREFORE, IM NOT COMING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW. BUT THEN ITS A MUST TO COLLECT MY REPORT BOOK. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6513451057190847746?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6513451057190847746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6513451057190847746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6513451057190847746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6513451057190847746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-swear-school-was-fucking-waste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7707470115676123146</id><published>2007-10-24T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:03.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rx-WSuCjMzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-ULHROYaaik/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss boyfriend really badly. And Im very lazy to attend school tomorrow. I wanna meet boyfriend, say sorry for those foolish acts and behaviour, sit beside him and be right there for him. I want him to give me those warm hugs and kisses. I dont want to get so easily jealous or whatever. And I just wanna let him know that he means alot to me. And of course, I love him with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-7707470115676123146?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7707470115676123146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7707470115676123146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7707470115676123146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7707470115676123146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-boyfriend-really-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4035987320719476917</id><published>2007-10-22T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:03.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxzpyuCjMyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wn16wH63gF8/s1600-h/DSC09424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124227533602239266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxzpyuCjMyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wn16wH63gF8/s320/DSC09424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2nd Month, Love :D&lt;/span&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/38372617-4035987320719476917?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4035987320719476917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4035987320719476917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4035987320719476917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4035987320719476917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-2nd-month-love-d.html' title='Second'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxzpyuCjMyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wn16wH63gF8/s72-c/DSC09424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1251691010547841832</id><published>2007-10-21T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raymond's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxuB0OCjMwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YD5DuDz1vTI/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123831735186043650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxuB0OCjMwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YD5DuDz1vTI/s200/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday Raymond's birthday. I had fun. But i feel bad at the same time because I didnt get him any present. Pfft. But it was a blast though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When to Sakura to enjoy my favourite Hotplate Dengdeng fried rice. Yummy. Tomorrow is going to be the best day. If you have been paying attention to my blog. You should know what is tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jalan rayer with bf and friends. Me and him going to be stunning in black! weeee... ok happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1251691010547841832?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1251691010547841832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1251691010547841832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1251691010547841832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1251691010547841832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-raymonds-birthday.html' title='Raymond&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxuB0OCjMwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YD5DuDz1vTI/s72-c/DSC01339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4167358434200065561</id><published>2007-10-20T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T02:15:40.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im really starting to detest my home, my family members. Everything I do is wrong. Everything they do is right. I dont wanna stay at this hell anymore sia.&lt;br /&gt;PFFT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4167358434200065561?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4167358434200065561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4167358434200065561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4167358434200065561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4167358434200065561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-really-starting-to-detest-my-home-my.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5620873314469709047</id><published>2007-10-19T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:04.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Geeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxifB-CjMvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yU5AkZ68c7Q/s1600-h/DSC09448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123019432316318450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxifB-CjMvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yU5AkZ68c7Q/s200/DSC09448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. Im at Farah's house now. Supposedly to buy my contact's solution first but end up here instead. After school were great. Lunch at Banquet with the two Farahs, Syaifullah, Amni and myself. Farah Izzati's mind and thinking somehow happened to be slow today. Slower than mine, mind you. On the way to JP we were talkng about this longan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farah 1: Ala..this longan and i dont know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farah 2[izzati]: Hahaha...longan and i dont know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Oooo... longang and IDKW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farah 2: What is "W"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: What la! -_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And another thing again. I was playing around with this 'Hanim'[minah] searching game according to clock direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like "Farah! Hanim at 3 oclock! 6 oclock! 11 oclock!" Farah went hay wire turning around like a confused woman. The funny thing is that when I said 11 oclock, Farah went to check her watch for 11 oclock direction but then her watch is a digital one! -___- Love it when I get to fool her. Haha. I really had fun hanging with this bunch of NERDS[no offence loved ones] haha. Results was utterly a dissapointment. Truly. Dont wanna talk about it. I need to change myself. I need to be in that study mood quite a lot of time so as to improve and eventually get good grades for my Os next year. I feel so dissapointed with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5620873314469709047?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5620873314469709047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5620873314469709047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5620873314469709047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5620873314469709047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay.html' title='With the Geeks'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxifB-CjMvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yU5AkZ68c7Q/s72-c/DSC09448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4745860336855311240</id><published>2007-10-18T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:04.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxeQj-CjMuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Dd5qBtGQmsI/s1600-h/DSC09544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122722048780743394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxeQj-CjMuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Dd5qBtGQmsI/s200/DSC09544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didnt attend for two days straight with no particular reasons. And I really hope mentor wont ask for any letter tomorrow. I dont feel too good today. My body felt awkwardly awkward. And boyfriend is being unreasonable to be angry with me just now. Do you find it pathetic when your boyfriend get jealous over you buying present for your friend and not going out with him, when you both had just met yesterday? For goodness sake my dear, I need to balance my own time with you and my friends okay. Since we already met yesterday, give me the time to meet my friends whom I havent meet for quite some time. We could meet on sunday, right? Its not like yesterday was the last date or something. So chill okay. And ya. Im sorry Im treating you like how I used to treat you last time. This I got to settle on my own. I miss you dear. You know I do. Tkmo bingit2 okay. Love you, boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4745860336855311240?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4745860336855311240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4745860336855311240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4745860336855311240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4745860336855311240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-didnt-attend-for-two-days-straight.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxeQj-CjMuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Dd5qBtGQmsI/s72-c/DSC09544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-7703801323739632555</id><published>2007-10-13T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:04.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxA21v31hVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LGO8hcSpgrg/s1600-h/DSC09457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120653073331881298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxA21v31hVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LGO8hcSpgrg/s200/DSC09457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats practically almost what all the people in the net had been posting bulletins, commenting and blogging. Haha. So ya. And oh ya sms-ing! I've been receiving quite a lot of those rayer msges. Somehow irritating though. If me, I wouldnt bother to waste my sms doing all that. Might as well say infront of their faces. Today, morning of the first day rayer. Seems like raining. Darn. I'm at home and bored waiting for my relatives to come here. But so far, not yet one relatives came. Weird. I think they forgot about nenek. Pfft. Siak. Ok rayer mcm tk best.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait to go out jalan rayer with boyfriend. Awesomely in black! Ooooo. Cant wait. And i miss him too much. Damn much.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love. &lt;3333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-7703801323739632555?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7703801323739632555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=7703801323739632555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7703801323739632555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/7703801323739632555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RxA21v31hVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LGO8hcSpgrg/s72-c/DSC09457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1625326913057370078</id><published>2007-10-11T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2s8_31hTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/J6e4yJT2ltw/s1600-h/DSC09309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119938515327878450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2s8_31hTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/J6e4yJT2ltw/s200/DSC09309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The killer paper were finally over. Biology was god damn difficult. I managed to finish the paper on the dot. Still, there were few blanks. Sheesh. Okay, lets not talk about it. Tomorrow is finally the final paper. And hell yeah Im going to celebrate. Rayer is the day after tomorrow. Excited or what. I love first day of rayer. I need not need to go out. Because all my relatives will be coming to my place FIRST. Obviously I have my grandmom at home. So yeah. Took advantage of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wont be a surprise if there was a moshpit on that day. My home is already big enough but the people is too many. So yeah. Oh gee...cant wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1625326913057370078?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1625326913057370078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1625326913057370078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1625326913057370078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1625326913057370078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/killer-paper-were-finally-over.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2s8_31hTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/J6e4yJT2ltw/s72-c/DSC09309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5835655515269423443</id><published>2007-10-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:05.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2V2P31hPI/AAAAAAAAAXw/83089E0SZt4/s1600-h/DSC02306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119913110596322546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2V2P31hPI/AAAAAAAAAXw/83089E0SZt4/s200/DSC02306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do nothing but just buke puase with boyfriend at LJS at jp. Boyfriend bought me a packet of my fav ciggies without me asking for it. How thoughtful heh? Mcm tahu je I'm in need of it. Met Eek after that. Then the chit chat session. We really for once talk alot seh today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite my harsh words to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish I could find a way to let you know how much you meant to me without me telling it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;333&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5835655515269423443?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5835655515269423443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5835655515269423443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5835655515269423443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5835655515269423443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-nothing-but-just-buke-puase-with.html' title='Misses'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2V2P31hPI/AAAAAAAAAXw/83089E0SZt4/s72-c/DSC02306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3192414489979925988</id><published>2007-10-07T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2WW_31hQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fQonswKYorA/s1600-h/DSC09366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119913673237038338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2WW_31hQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fQonswKYorA/s200/DSC09366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not in a good mood today. I just miss boyfriend. I just wanna say sorry for all those things which i think i did wrong. I know its rare to see me thinking like this. But hey, its a good thing right? At least Im thinking properly at last. -_- I miss you boyfriend. I miss you so much. You're the greatest thing I ever met. I love you, Ass. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besok buke puase kat rumah me, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3192414489979925988?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3192414489979925988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3192414489979925988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3192414489979925988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3192414489979925988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-in-good-mood-today.html' title='Boyfriend'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2WW_31hQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fQonswKYorA/s72-c/DSC09366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8009411358054265624</id><published>2007-10-06T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:05.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2hkP31hRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uNcRanwtMMM/s1600-h/DSC09295uop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119925995498210578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2hkP31hRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uNcRanwtMMM/s200/DSC09295uop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End of year is the shit! 1 week is over and still got a week more to go. I fear those difficult subjects. Like BIOLOGY and CHEMISTRY. Omg. Scary man! Physics was okay? Hard? Easy? I have no idea. I seriously got no confidence whether i pass or not. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever. I slept the whole afternoon. As usual my daily routine, watch Mimpi Manis 2 at 8 then my, mom and sis and bf head to Sheng Siong to buy some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Bf become our servant. Cute sia watch him pushed the trolly. (=&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Macdonalds. Mom seems to be liking Bf. Hahha. Woo! We got trouble in transfering the stuffs to the taxi. I swear it was goddamn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;At last, we managed to transfer it to home with no injuries. LOL -_-&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied Bf to take his cab home so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I got this catwoman spectacles for free! Nice or not?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends! I miss them. And i miss the outside world. -_-&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-8009411358054265624?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8009411358054265624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8009411358054265624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8009411358054265624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8009411358054265624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-year-is-shit-1-week-is-over-and.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2hkP31hRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uNcRanwtMMM/s72-c/DSC09295uop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8933267900772719784</id><published>2007-10-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2v8f31hUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2NAFM7DtYD4/s1600-h/DSC02393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119941805272827202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2v8f31hUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2NAFM7DtYD4/s200/DSC02393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think right. I cant go on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Simply because, every single day i get bored. And studying is boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So...im back. I simply can resist updating my blog and tell my everyday story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hah. But then, its a confirm i end up with nothing to say one day. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exams is totally depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apisz became my victim cos i throw up all my anger at him. Thanks for being patient with me. I was too stressed at that moment.(:&lt;br /&gt;Dont be shock, i actually got really stressed over Malay paper on sunday nite. I seriously thought i couldnt do the paper with confidence. I feared i might fail it again cos i failed it twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Laugh at me all you want, I know im bad in Malay, SO?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But phew, during the paper. I do it with calm. I didnt panicked. And alhamdullilah i complete both mly paper 1&amp;amp;2 in time. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thurday im having maths paper. DIE DIE DIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Supposedly to be schooling today,but i skipped. Tomorrow also. Me and my girlfriends had planned it early. We, five, skipped sch tmr. Great eh? -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-8933267900772719784?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8933267900772719784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8933267900772719784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8933267900772719784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8933267900772719784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-right.html' title='No Hiatus'/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rw2v8f31hUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2NAFM7DtYD4/s72-c/DSC02393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-3740928116025151798</id><published>2007-09-25T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:06.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rvf1jf31hII/AAAAAAAAAW4/f9hqb87p-jc/s1600-h/DSC01988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113825892102407298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rvf1jf31hII/AAAAAAAAAW4/f9hqb87p-jc/s400/DSC01988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so I've decided to go on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best wishes for myself and others for the &lt;strong&gt;EOY exams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt; )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-3740928116025151798?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3740928116025151798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=3740928116025151798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3740928116025151798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/3740928116025151798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-so-ive-decided-to-go-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rvf1jf31hII/AAAAAAAAAW4/f9hqb87p-jc/s72-c/DSC01988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2397525499030119981</id><published>2007-09-24T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:06.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113445306460374130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rvabaf31hHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cb5E0sMIjIc/s400/IMG_9284.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Buke puase with the MG crew. Went to Islamic Restaurant and hell the Nasi Briyani there was awesome. You guys should try it. We got lost during the journey from Bugis to Suntec City. End up in the middle of expressway. For the first time of my life, I jaywalked at the expressway. Amazingly scary. Omg. Luckily nothing happened to one of us. Lepak at fountain and then to Old Supreme Court. Bobby came with his friend. All head home but only me, Eek, Bobby and his friend,Zai didnt. We went for a teh katai session at Chinese Garden. We laugh and laugh and laugh. Hell it lasted for the whole night. I swear! Hahha. I was the one who is the clown there. -_- The best teh katai session ever,perhaps. But then my dearest Eek went all moody the whole night. Boring la. Went home then next morning with stomach cramp. Aha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113440474622166114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvaXBP31hGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EfdqLZyd1as/s400/IMG_9257.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Met boyfriend just now. He wanted to get back his charger. So head to JP and just chill at Coffee Bean. Thanks love for the Bodyshop Perfume! =) &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok i miss you boyfriend. &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/38372617-2397525499030119981?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2397525499030119981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2397525499030119981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2397525499030119981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2397525499030119981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-buke-puase-with-mg-crew.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rvabaf31hHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cb5E0sMIjIc/s72-c/IMG_9284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1725522110804576862</id><published>2007-09-22T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvQ5M_31hEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rcO9dsVzOd0/s1600-h/DSC08874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112774372439196738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvQ5M_31hEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rcO9dsVzOd0/s400/DSC08874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanna talk about yesterday.&lt;strong&gt; Because yesterday i fell in love again&lt;/strong&gt;. But this time with a super-super adorable kid. Yesterday, I had learning journey to Newater. We arrived and surprised to see that kids from this particular kindergaten joining us too. So, i was attracted by this super adorable kid! Like gosh, he so cute that i couldnt pay attention to whoever was talking. Eek asked his name and he replied "Alqasha" in a cute shy manner. &lt;strong&gt;Oh man, i couldnt stand the cuteness!&lt;/strong&gt; When everything had ended, our bus and their bus parked beside each other and so the big kids act like small kids,waving at the kindergaten children saying bye here and there. And so were the small kids too. Guess what! &lt;strong&gt;Alqasha blow flying kisses to me! How flirty! My 2nd boyfriend. Uhuh. *melts*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh give me the lame faces-______- if you want.bluek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Physics test was easy! Okay great. And sleepy2 day today. I slept the whole afternoon and end up being late again before meeting boyfriend. Sheesh. I had a great time with boyfriend. So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 1month love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/38372617-1725522110804576862?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1725522110804576862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1725522110804576862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1725522110804576862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1725522110804576862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wanna-talk-about-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvQ5M_31hEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rcO9dsVzOd0/s72-c/DSC08874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5743180588872928934</id><published>2007-09-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvKo4FEn3pI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dv_ukZFYe0w/s1600-h/DSC08697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112334208406642322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvKo4FEn3pI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dv_ukZFYe0w/s400/DSC08697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stressed up about EOY. I miss boyfriend. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5743180588872928934?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5743180588872928934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5743180588872928934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5743180588872928934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5743180588872928934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/stressed-up-about-eoy.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvKo4FEn3pI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dv_ukZFYe0w/s72-c/DSC08697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-9033783486648781111</id><published>2007-09-19T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:07.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvD3hlEn3oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PXv6dEqkxww/s1600-h/DSC01007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111857733324758658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvD3hlEn3oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PXv6dEqkxww/s400/DSC01007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemistry was postponed. Thank god. But then tmr Physics class test. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm so not prepared for EOY yet. I seriously need to start now. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;Hot day. Hate it. Im sleepy now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Nicholas, you've been missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzzZzzz&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/38372617-9033783486648781111?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/9033783486648781111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=9033783486648781111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/9033783486648781111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/9033783486648781111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/chemistry-was-postponed.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RvD3hlEn3oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PXv6dEqkxww/s72-c/DSC01007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4376015604912391460</id><published>2007-09-18T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ru6sCCrfb9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/TZgkSOmtJ_0/s1600-h/DSC02332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111211778191093714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ru6sCCrfb9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/TZgkSOmtJ_0/s400/DSC02332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture says it all. Had chemistry practical today. Thank god, it was rather fun. If not I would doze off to sleep as usual. Im really pissed during Biology practical. Oh, dont ask. After school, boyfriend pick me up from home. Went to meet his peeps and breakfast together.[Oh I didnt fast today again] While me and boyfriend was walking around Bugis street, boyfriend did something that is rather irritating till it pissed me off. So I punch him direct on to his balls. Hah. This apek suddenly interfere saying "Good! Good!" Perhaps he saw the whole thing and hey, he supported me! LOL. Okay. I mixed with boyfriend's peeps quite well I think. Thumbs up for that. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And damn it, tomorrow there is Chemistry class test on Mole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt even study at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck on getting zero, bella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/38372617-4376015604912391460?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4376015604912391460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4376015604912391460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4376015604912391460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4376015604912391460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-says-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ru6sCCrfb9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/TZgkSOmtJ_0/s72-c/DSC02332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5319965651469119864</id><published>2007-09-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:07.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ru1caSrfb8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/f5WK14w6BaY/s1600-h/DSC08698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110842758895988674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ru1caSrfb8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/f5WK14w6BaY/s400/DSC08698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alot of things happened. I THINK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. Start with Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was bored the whole day. Pissed at the first place because boyfriend cancelled our date and in the end, we still meet after alot of him persuading his mom. We had our supper at Banquet. So ya. Lepak2 talk crap as usual. I love it. After midnight, Nicholas came by to my place and just chill out, talking and smoking. It was weird at first because he was SHY?! Hah. How adorable. Around 4 like that, rain started to pour. Pitiful to see Nicholas wife[his bike] were drenched in the pouring rain. How stupid of him not park inside the block. Aha. We actually ended the chilling section at 7 am in the morning when the rain finally stop. I bet he is really wet on the ride home cos it is still drizzling actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up and was late again today to meet boyfriend. Erghh I hate myself for being tooooo Lazy. So sorry. Went to bugis to eat. Let me emphasize on the EAT. Aha. Both of us didnt fast today and we ate around 5 plus like that at Bugis Food Junction. What a shame sia we. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat2 then fulled then head to Sembawang our usual lepak place. And yeah. He head home. Myself, went to meet small sis. Supposedly to accompany sis to have her haircut but then end up having 0ur supper at Pioneer Mall Macdonald. And guess who i saw, that afro dude vocalist from the Sallys Rejex were lepaking at there too. Okay, i didnt know he was from my hometown area. Hah. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quarrelled with boyfriend. Dont wanna talk about it. But things are okay now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you boyfriend. And PLEASE dont let your low-self esteem take control over you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I beg you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5319965651469119864?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5319965651469119864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5319965651469119864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5319965651469119864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5319965651469119864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/alot-of-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Ru1caSrfb8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/f5WK14w6BaY/s72-c/DSC08698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-949127552795753033</id><published>2007-09-15T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:07.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RurONirfb7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/jN2xesOOWFI/s1600-h/DSC08680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110123459248091058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RurONirfb7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/jN2xesOOWFI/s400/DSC08680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didnt attend school today. Practically I was sick. I slept the whole day. Like seriously, I meant the WHOLE day. Before washing up, found out my period came. Darn it. I can't fast for maybe a week? Double darn. I spent the day sleeping and watching the tele. Thats all. I feel so lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend were somehow worried because he kept leaving miss calls and i didnt picked it up because obviously i was asleep. Sorry mister.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow  me and boyfriend going to break fast together. Specifically, it's only him who's going to break fast. Aha. I miss you boyfriend! And i know you do too. Much much more than me, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of my PMS mood, okay dear.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out Loud. (:&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/38372617-949127552795753033?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/949127552795753033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=949127552795753033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/949127552795753033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/949127552795753033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-didnt-attend-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RurONirfb7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/jN2xesOOWFI/s72-c/DSC08680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8847168016148338876</id><published>2007-09-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rulbgyrfb6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/k_S0hb_L-Vs/s1600-h/Image047+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109715871146667938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rulbgyrfb6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/k_S0hb_L-Vs/s400/Image047+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh boy, I miss you so much. I know its pathetic, but hey! we actually talked on the phone almost the whole day. -_- I know you love it,cause i do too. Oh guess what, i love it when you talked about 7&amp;8 sept. Haha. I find it really pathetic to say this but oh well, at least it is something fun. Hah. With all these, you are making me missing you more and more and hey, i flew to cloud nine for a moment you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you boyfriend. Come to my place for buka puase and we go terawih samer-samer, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA (:&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/38372617-8847168016148338876?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8847168016148338876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8847168016148338876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8847168016148338876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8847168016148338876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-boy-i-miss-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rulbgyrfb6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/k_S0hb_L-Vs/s72-c/Image047+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1088145508829408291</id><published>2007-09-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:08.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rugccyrfb4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/362UUtOXuZk/s1600-h/S5030637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109365058217930626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rugccyrfb4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/362UUtOXuZk/s400/S5030637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flu is really killing me. Blocked nose everywhere. Met Boyfriend at the usual place. And ooh, im late again. This time, was the worst. Sorry boy. Spent time holding each other for the last time before the 1 month fasting break. Sounds pathetic i know. But oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so, later im having my sahur. And so the fasting month begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa semua rakan-rakanku. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[make sure full]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1088145508829408291?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1088145508829408291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1088145508829408291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1088145508829408291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1088145508829408291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/flu-is-really-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rugccyrfb4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/362UUtOXuZk/s72-c/S5030637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-6498859524913039094</id><published>2007-09-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:08.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQux_C8x1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QjoKpmSSBKQ/s1600-h/SL730299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108259313617258322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQux_C8x1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QjoKpmSSBKQ/s400/SL730299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boyfriend came to my place and had his dinner here with me. My nephew seems to like him cause he did not stop entertaining him. Haha. "Abang,abang tahu nak buat cam ni?" [shows flying card] Haha. How cute to see boyfriend being so 'dumb' when my nephew teached him how to do that flying card thing. After dinner, we went to Queensway. No point actually. When we reached there, almost all the shop were closed. Wrong timing.-_- Then hang around and then he sent me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serious shit,I'm worried about you love. Dont be to depressed over your family stuff. We will get through this shit together okay. As a girlfriend, I therefore give you a curfew. And that is, reach home before 11pm okay?! Except for weekends that is, when we go out together. Huhu. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-6498859524913039094?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6498859524913039094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=6498859524913039094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6498859524913039094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/6498859524913039094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/boyfriend-came-to-my-place-and-had-his.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQux_C8x1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/QjoKpmSSBKQ/s72-c/SL730299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4109056024186708849</id><published>2007-09-08T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:09.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQxpPC8x2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/0F8k3ILixlY/s1600-h/SL730270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108262461828286306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQxpPC8x2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/0F8k3ILixlY/s400/SL730270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuJVrfC8xwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iq-dkV9Ix8s/s1600-h/SL730270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ton-ed with Boyfriend yesterday. WE really had a great night. Went shopping with him. I bought a new top and bottom. And then i seriously feel bad cause he did not get to buy anything. Sheesh. We ate at Seoul Garden at Taka. Surprisingly, it was actually my FIRST time eating there. [shut up okay!] Boyfriend and I really spent our time there eating eating eating non-stop. And hey, i was 'pregnant' after that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought Glenns Vodka. We overnight at this place and just drink. @_@.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then we ate at Lau Pa Sat. Fulled again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much things happening in between. Perhaps it would be better if it was kept confidential. Uhuh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyfriend sent me home and hang around at my place for awhile. Mom is so nice today to cook for him some food when we already told her that we had our breakfast already. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss boyfriend already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glenns Vodka tomorrow okay love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107741490885216018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuJX0vC8xxI/AAAAAAAAATY/fLJQGFwIBQM/s320/SL730249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107741903202076450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuJYMvC8xyI/AAAAAAAAATg/F0JrRZX_KmU/s320/SL730255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were very very hungry mind you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107741907497043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuJYM_C8xzI/AAAAAAAAATo/Pu7xJsonJck/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107741907497043778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuJYM_C8x0I/AAAAAAAAATw/QIuKkfOdAsY/s320/SL730287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4109056024186708849?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4109056024186708849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4109056024186708849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4109056024186708849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4109056024186708849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ton-ed-with-boyfriend-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQxpPC8x2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/0F8k3ILixlY/s72-c/SL730270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8525678489161263059</id><published>2007-09-07T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQx-fC8x3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/6IkA4YRK_W8/s1600-h/DSC02107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108262826900506482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQx-fC8x3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/6IkA4YRK_W8/s400/DSC02107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA0L_C8xpI/AAAAAAAAASY/rgkW4hLU12M/s1600-h/DSC02107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to haunted mansion with MG crew and some other extra people. It was frightening but fun though. Zul managed to capture alot of 'things' inside his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Boyfriend for a teeny weeny while. I'm sorry for making you upset and pissed off. [insert sad face]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just can't wait for tomorrow. We will have alot alot of fun okay love? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you boyfriend.&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/38372617-8525678489161263059?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8525678489161263059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8525678489161263059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8525678489161263059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8525678489161263059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-to-haunted-mansion-with-mg-crew.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQx-fC8x3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/6IkA4YRK_W8/s72-c/DSC02107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5851497179326089304</id><published>2007-09-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:10.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQyb_C8x4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-rTX-URWfZU/s1600-h/DSC02243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108263333706647426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQyb_C8x4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-rTX-URWfZU/s400/DSC02243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2D outing was awesome. I went gugugaga over lited candles and sparkles. Played with lantern. The whole class went chaos when we played Ice and Melt. It was super tiring though. Phew. It was fun la the whole thing. I just love the fact that all ex 2D-ians were still as united as one like the old times. I love them! Not much to say actually. I had fun, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755834545489458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rt7XX_C8xjI/AAAAAAAAARo/xHAeczvP2ns/s320/DSC00373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755847430391362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rt7XYvC8xkI/AAAAAAAAARw/xAaXEPAta84/s320/DSC00381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755851725358674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rt7XY_C8xlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jfsjQ3Bf950/s320/DSC00399.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5851497179326089304?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5851497179326089304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5851497179326089304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5851497179326089304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5851497179326089304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/2d-outing-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQyb_C8x4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-rTX-URWfZU/s72-c/DSC02243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-108706761843407329</id><published>2007-09-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQyr_C8x5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GXuUWy6tRT8/s1600-h/DSC02152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108263608584554386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQyr_C8x5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GXuUWy6tRT8/s400/DSC02152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rt2EnPC8xhI/AAAAAAAAARY/L5lpaos7QMU/s1600-h/DSC02152.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Biology practical test just now was so confusing and troublesome. I did managed to complete the practical but did not have the time to complete the papers. Sheesh. Oh well. Accompanied sis during art just now. Help her O level art work abit. Mcm phm. Visit Darwish for awhile and then head home. Doll-ed up my self and went to Bukit Batok to catch Evan Almighty with sis. That movie really cracks me up. High reccomendation to that movie. Met up with boyfriend for awhile. And gee, he smells bad. Urghh. He just finish skating with his mates, so yeah..probably thats how the smell came about. Euw. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Physics and Chem supplementary. Darn it. But nevermind. I miss my dear classmate, Syaifullah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, but i miss you already, boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-108706761843407329?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/108706761843407329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=108706761843407329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/108706761843407329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/108706761843407329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/biology-practical-test-just-now-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQyr_C8x5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GXuUWy6tRT8/s72-c/DSC02152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-5981691740483496999</id><published>2007-09-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:10.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQy_fC8x6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-fXmxnozXfg/s1600-h/DSC02148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108263943592003490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQy_fC8x6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-fXmxnozXfg/s400/DSC02148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA0xfC8xqI/AAAAAAAAASg/kQAFyBqV2ys/s1600-h/DSC02148.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been busy nowadays. Met boyfriend almost every single day. Didnt get bored of it but loving every minute of it. And so, I met boyfriend today after his work. We had our dinner at BK at Causeway Point. It's his lucky day today to find 50 bucks at his feet during work. So he decide to treat me. I could ask for dinner at Swesens but i refused. Aha. Pinching and biting each other non-stop. We seriously behave like ten year old kids. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bio Practical Test tomorrow. Damn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hell, tummyache attacked me again. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-5981691740483496999?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5981691740483496999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=5981691740483496999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5981691740483496999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/5981691740483496999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-busy-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQy_fC8x6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-fXmxnozXfg/s72-c/DSC02148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-9169338565509631666</id><published>2007-09-01T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQzNfC8x7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/aBKL4wih2M4/s1600-h/DSC02070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108264184110172082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQzNfC8x7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/aBKL4wih2M4/s400/DSC02070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA1b_C8xrI/AAAAAAAAASo/aOpcvzrutHA/s1600-h/DSC02070.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was awesomely amazing. But then, I bet next friday would be better. Met boyfriend. Windowshopping with him was fun. We have the same preferences and thoughts. Uhuh. At that point of time, we were money-minded. Kept talking about what to buy, what is not neccessary to buy. But money wise, its a problem. We then head to some place which is to be kept confidential and we had fun. Lol. I love going out with him [of course]. Next friday will be our greatest time[hopefully]. Let's be OKB. Despite the fact that it is only for that day. Haha. I miss you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Teachers day performance was okay in the morning. There's is only i thing i can say about just now, i felt guilty for not at least get a simple thank-you card for my dearest mentor. Oh well. Meeting primary school friends was fun. It is amazing to see how your friends from a small,timid, who know nothing about the outside world to a tall, skinny, pretty, handsome dudes and dudettes. I missed them suddenly. Still, I didnt have the chance to meet the most nonsensical peeps whom I'm looking forward to meet didnt turn up. Where did you go, dear friends? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boyfriend miss me too much, I know.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you could lay beside me right now...&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/38372617-9169338565509631666?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/9169338565509631666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=9169338565509631666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/9169338565509631666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/9169338565509631666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/09/head-to-town-with-boyfie-in-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQzNfC8x7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/aBKL4wih2M4/s72-c/DSC02070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-1118189847849021379</id><published>2007-08-30T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:10.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQzjPC8x8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/7NT9ky-Y5uw/s1600-h/DSC01994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108264557772326850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQzjPC8x8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/7NT9ky-Y5uw/s400/DSC01994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA2A_C8xsI/AAAAAAAAASw/ylTkTwppIQE/s1600-h/DSC01994.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As always, feeling tired and sleepy everyday at school. Pfft. School was mundane and boring. Only when we had debate during English lesson then the tension between each other rise up. hah.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Lavender with mom and dad and small bro to make my NRIC card. Like at last or what. But i only will get the card by 20th of September.&lt;br /&gt;Mom gave me the blue note. ^^ Used ten bucks already. Others Im gonna save it for next friday when me and boyfie goes shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss boyfie.&lt;br /&gt;Really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-1118189847849021379?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1118189847849021379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=1118189847849021379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1118189847849021379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/1118189847849021379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-always-feeling-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQzjPC8x8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/7NT9ky-Y5uw/s72-c/DSC01994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-8068990528974591937</id><published>2007-08-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQz1_C8x9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/qVWj7B_i9tQ/s1600-h/DSC02034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108264879894874066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQz1_C8x9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/qVWj7B_i9tQ/s400/DSC02034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA2i_C8xtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Boj7kLNlXQM/s1600-h/DSC02034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleepy day.&lt;br /&gt;Very Sleepy day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;But happy,ecstatic still.&lt;br /&gt;Awesomely passionate smooching-smooching turns you on.&lt;br /&gt;Haha to that.&lt;br /&gt;Misses.&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/38372617-8068990528974591937?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8068990528974591937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=8068990528974591937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8068990528974591937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/8068990528974591937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sleepy-day_30.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuQz1_C8x9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/qVWj7B_i9tQ/s72-c/DSC02034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2397908366260457225</id><published>2007-08-28T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA3HfC8xuI/AAAAAAAAATA/mrnX1hl47zc/s1600-h/DSC01957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107142579170625250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA3HfC8xuI/AAAAAAAAATA/mrnX1hl47zc/s400/DSC01957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RtQ7vfC8xcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1raAJmwZkYk/s1600-h/DSC01957.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainy Tuesday. Very very rainy.&lt;br /&gt;Skip school today and took MC at Bukit Batok Polyclinic with boyfriend. Diarhoea attacked me since last night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh best arh! -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2397908366260457225?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2397908366260457225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2397908366260457225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2397908366260457225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2397908366260457225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/rainy-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA3HfC8xuI/AAAAAAAAATA/mrnX1hl47zc/s72-c/DSC01957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-2812700649422114157</id><published>2007-08-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:11.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA4BPC8xvI/AAAAAAAAATI/3qLPw9YBTLo/s1600-h/DSC01921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107143571308070642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA4BPC8xvI/AAAAAAAAATI/3qLPw9YBTLo/s400/DSC01921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im truly a WEAKLING today. I feel so weak and tired in school. I seriously thought i had enough rest last night. But then i end up sleeping in almost all of the lessons today. So ya. I got back some of the papers today. And i &lt;strong&gt;failed Malay, Biology &lt;/strong&gt;and Chemistry. Oh what a disappointment. Esp Malay and Bio. Oh fuck. I seriously need some help and motivation. Feeling very sucky right now. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current updates on CT2 papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Biology- 16/40 [F]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malay-23/50[F]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chemistry-5.5/40[F]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA-30/50&lt;br /&gt;Elec Geog-17.5/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-2812700649422114157?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2812700649422114157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=2812700649422114157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2812700649422114157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/2812700649422114157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-truly-weakling-today.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RuA4BPC8xvI/AAAAAAAAATI/3qLPw9YBTLo/s72-c/DSC01921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-906245139845376436</id><published>2007-08-20T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:11.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rsl60vC8xWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/h27eB5hxz9o/s1600-h/DSC01907.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100747540370605442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rsl-3PC8xYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gfyMaxGuFN0/s320/DSC01917.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cooool and rainy day today. It leads me to sleep in class just now and totally didnt pay attention during physics. Like what the fuck right, i slept during the lesson after teacher praised me for putting much effort for physics common test. Hah. Skipped band. I seriously have no interest in band already. Too lazy. My attendance is already bad, so might as well make it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i got a bad attitude. I KNOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then.&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/38372617-906245139845376436?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/906245139845376436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=906245139845376436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/906245139845376436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/906245139845376436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/cooool-and-rainy-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/Rsl-3PC8xYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gfyMaxGuFN0/s72-c/DSC01917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4348011208875197019</id><published>2007-08-20T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:12.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RshvzfC8xVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-zOb1ZNhEHI/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100449508294968658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RshvzfC8xVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-zOb1ZNhEHI/s320/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That tiny squeak sound made by Darwish Razin made me smile from ear to ear. Is effing adorable to see him gently move. And when he yawn, erghh..undescripable. SO CUTE. Went to aunt place to meet Wishwish[nickname for Darwish] haha. Like i said early.. He is sooo adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I love newborn babies. Sighh. hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunts and Uncles got to know about my piercing of tongue. Questions like 'tak sakit ke? sape buat kan?' kept going around. Sick and tired of it somehow. They somehow warned me with sarcasm,"biarkan kau makan mee tertelan GULI( a big HAHA to this) nye". Oh whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4348011208875197019?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4348011208875197019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4348011208875197019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4348011208875197019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4348011208875197019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-tiny-squeak-sound-made-by-darwish.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RshvzfC8xVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-zOb1ZNhEHI/s72-c/DSC01856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4573277736607049036</id><published>2007-08-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:12.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RsdM9fC8xTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aiS9m_kqqWI/s1600-h/ILYin+the+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100129722209977650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RsdM9fC8xTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aiS9m_kqqWI/s320/ILYin+the+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Permanently rebond my fringe. It turned out okay. Loving it. Met Love and his friends at cityhall. Catch the fireworks again just now. It was kinda boring. But i love the colours. Met my beloved and missed friends. It seems like ages since i last met them. So i hangout with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid Raymond named me "Lily Allen poser". Just becuase of my new haircut. I seriously have no intention to cut like hers. Gee. I hate to be called names. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt get to meet Kak Lynn and Darwish Razin at the hospital just now. So so sorry. But i managed to see him through pictures. He is SOOOOOO ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100132720097150274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RsdPr_C8xUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pJlXXkuz-gY/s320/Darwish+Razin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE! I TOLD YOU HE IS FCUKING ADORABLE! ERGHH.Wait till i get my hands on him! huhu.(((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh! I miss love ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4573277736607049036?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4573277736607049036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4573277736607049036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4573277736607049036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4573277736607049036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/permanently-rebond-my-fringe.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RsdM9fC8xTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aiS9m_kqqWI/s72-c/ILYin+the+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38372617.post-4096572174749349560</id><published>2007-08-17T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:12.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RsYIhPC8xSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yg14aufWvI4/s1600-h/118738309256972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099772995111273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RsYIhPC8xSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yg14aufWvI4/s320/118738309256972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE IT! The fireworks are awesome! Fireworks make me happy. Fireworks make me smile all the way. ^^ Met love at j.e station. Before that,i quarelled with mum and dad. So i went out of the house without even telling love. And so, i waited for love for about half an hour. But its okay. My fault for not telling him. Ate at LJS. Met Fahmi and Wawan. And oooo i miss them. I miss their oh so lame character. They just make me giggle non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARWISH RAZIN IS BORN TODAY! Oooo.. my newborn nephew. I've yet to see him! Pfft. But its okay. Tomorrow going to aunt place. Wait for Kak Lynn and her new baby boy to come home. And then i can get to see that oh-so-cute-and-chubby-giler-nak-mampos[ok i like mcm phm cos havent see yet] Darwish Razin.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait! Cant wait! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38372617-4096572174749349560?l=slowmooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4096572174749349560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38372617&amp;postID=4096572174749349560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4096572174749349560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38372617/posts/default/4096572174749349560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-it-fireworks-are-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>laaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375997099553809825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/SfXd_hMHagI/AAAAAAAABvA/tZr0LE5rmok/S220/9.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp85vNBdts0/RsYIhPC8xSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yg14aufWvI4/s72-c/118738309256972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
