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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8677982147072115169</id><published>2008-09-22T13:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:31:34.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two weeks of not updating &amp;amp; i've been putting the blog on hold ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i've got alot of things to blog about but i just couldn't find the time to do so.. *sigh* something changed during the 2weeks-mia.. i guess, i did.. i don't really know. things have been better, much better after Bai came back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i blog about anything, i would like to wish a belated birthday to all the September babies.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, happy 5th birthday to Azhar which falls on the 11th of September. eventhough he just turned 5years old, he's been fasting full day sinced the first day of the fasting month &amp;amp; he will be rewarded by me if he managed to complete one whole month.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248745144289334706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNdJ5lHsFbI/AAAAAAAACD8/jdmhvxajD8E/s320/AZHAR!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLLAGE OF AZHAR :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was, Bai's 20th birthday which falls on the 17th. &lt;strong&gt;YOU-MADE-MY-HEART-SMILE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by, Nadiah's sweet 16th which falls on the 19th. sorry Nadiah, i couldn't turn up for your birthday celebration but no worrys, i've your present ready with me alr, rapist :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248945650769640290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNgAQl90u2I/AAAAAAAACEM/nqzdaqpegRk/s200/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, happy birthday to Syakir who just turned 16th yesterday, 21st. im sorry because i actually forgot your birthday &amp;amp; don't forget to share your prezzies with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to Ns &amp;amp; i haven't start on my prepatory work for Art. great.. this is me, last minute. i know, im going to struggle &amp;amp; end up not doing anything. today is the last day of school but i didn't bother to came &amp;amp; i have self-declared holiday sinced the 18th ; the day where i got &lt;strong&gt;PUNK'D&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;NUR SAHEERA TAN&lt;/strong&gt;. heart burning yet hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly, i was able to fell in love with Mr.Potato, again but it last for only a week &amp;amp; on the 13th, we went to breakfast together with him. &lt;strong&gt;ONE WORD : DISSAPOINTED&lt;/strong&gt; thankyou to you people who fulfilled my wish on having pizzas for our breakfast, it was nice indeed but park wasn't the right place. i just find the breakfast-ing together was a mistake &amp;amp; i didn't enjoy every moment of it at all &lt;strong&gt;*SIGHS*&lt;/strong&gt; on the 20th, which is the last Saturday, yaya, asha &amp;amp; i was supposed to Geylang together but end up only asha &amp;amp; i went. it was fun indeed &amp;amp; i did enjoy that outing but it could have been more fun with yaya around. what more with Inda sticking with me &amp;amp; the jokes that brighten up my day. &lt;strong&gt;ps : ASHA, YOU MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD &amp;amp; WHEN I GOT HOME, i got HICCUPS.&lt;/strong&gt; we even bumped into Syed Azmir who looks like a "poch". i've made up my mind, this year Hari Raya gonna be different from the past few years, no more wearing malay traditional costumes instead im going to wear punjabi dress. i thought i'll be the only one wearing that in the family but auntie said she been wanting &amp;amp; planning that too *erghs* will be going down to Serangoon this Wednesday to get them. im so&lt;strong&gt; sexcited&lt;/strong&gt;, can! :D im gonna get my hair done as well by the end of the week. howeverrr, im not looking forward for Hari Raya though because of Ns ; sucha spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more hours to breakfast &amp;amp; i can hear my sotmach starting to rumble *OMG?* currently, im craving for HOME-MADE PITA from WANEHHH. last week, she ask NEHHHBRO to send me one packet of her HOME-MADE PITA &amp;amp; after eating, i could sleep so well. i wonder what she had stuff inside &amp;amp; till now, i've been craving for it. one of these week, im going over to her house to breakfast together &amp;amp; im going to ask her to teach me how to make the wonderful pite. obviously, mine will taste better than hers! &lt;em&gt;PS: yaya, FED EX me my Old Chang Kee before 630 :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248745143459192770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNdJ5iBxH8I/AAAAAAAACD0/du1VzPHHtHo/s320/490208233_c749da6324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-8677982147072115169?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/8677982147072115169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMZENirQI/AAAAAAAACDU/q9yB81TiKIs/s1600-h/Camp_Rock_DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMY9wBeuI/AAAAAAAACDE/bGJN-89VTHs/s1600-h/11306868_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247692351337495266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMY9wBeuI/AAAAAAAACDE/bGJN-89VTHs/s320/11306868_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 "friends" : peggy, tess &amp;amp; ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-QLlKyI/AAAAAAAACAM/-E_JvIvzpo4/s1600-h/11019546_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247690792916822818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-QLlKyI/AAAAAAAACAM/-E_JvIvzpo4/s320/11019546_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPQVYZ_I/AAAAAAAACC8/OUXVENRKPKw/s1600-h/11306866_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247692184527333362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPQVYZ_I/AAAAAAAACC8/OUXVENRKPKw/s320/11306866_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" too cool .. for you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjxj50TI/AAAAAAAACBk/-U0re5BOao0/s1600-h/11088009_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691437532369202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjxj50TI/AAAAAAAACBk/-U0re5BOao0/s320/11088009_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-aPjyUI/AAAAAAAACAU/EKwy-dti2Lk/s1600-h/11019612_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247690795617864002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-aPjyUI/AAAAAAAACAU/EKwy-dti2Lk/s320/11019612_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLj2kwMhI/AAAAAAAACBs/S5Sv0MYPi4g/s1600-h/11088016_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691438878110226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLj2kwMhI/AAAAAAAACBs/S5Sv0MYPi4g/s320/11088016_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-q6ziVI/AAAAAAAACAc/sx05wR2M3Go/s1600-h/11019619_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247690800094218578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-q6ziVI/AAAAAAAACAc/sx05wR2M3Go/s320/11019619_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLWq3aQZI/AAAAAAAACAk/yCv_DnL3MeE/s1600-h/11019623_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691212396839314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLWq3aQZI/AAAAAAAACAk/yCv_DnL3MeE/s320/11019623_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mitchie Torres&lt;/strong&gt;: [in canoe] I don't think we're doing this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shane Gray&lt;/strong&gt;: What, you don't like going in circles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-EL47jI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Dn-1btR07Qg/s1600-h/10936084_gal.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPCJudZI/AAAAAAAACCs/g1IWK5wDCu8/s1600-h/11306853_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOK-U1WvUI/AAAAAAAACAE/RNLsTlI3cRs/s1600-h/10936090_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPKRAl0I/AAAAAAAACCc/GKxLS-ylyOY/s1600-h/11164476_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPeAlW3I/AAAAAAAACC0/Oww1Q3-9xqQ/s1600-h/11306854_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247692188198198130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPeAlW3I/AAAAAAAACC0/Oww1Q3-9xqQ/s320/11306854_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjVzR7YI/AAAAAAAACBU/BvxHXD5eDWo/s1600-h/11019663_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691430080671106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjVzR7YI/AAAAAAAACBU/BvxHXD5eDWo/s320/11019663_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjiOUc7I/AAAAAAAACBc/g1ToYA11gic/s1600-h/11075989_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691433415308210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjiOUc7I/AAAAAAAACBc/g1ToYA11gic/s320/11075989_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLXZyzKcI/AAAAAAAACBE/sdkxMsc-Wso/s1600-h/11019649_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691224993966530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLXZyzKcI/AAAAAAAACBE/sdkxMsc-Wso/s320/11019649_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLXA6abuI/AAAAAAAACA8/dehyM-PR_PU/s1600-h/11019647_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691218315013858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLXA6abuI/AAAAAAAACA8/dehyM-PR_PU/s320/11019647_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6GLBAlI/AAAAAAAACB8/5FNWchhQKjg/s1600-h/11088079_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691821022249554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6GLBAlI/AAAAAAAACB8/5FNWchhQKjg/s320/11088079_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6Y2t8mI/AAAAAAAACCE/wir4mWvuU7I/s1600-h/11088095_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691826037387874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6Y2t8mI/AAAAAAAACCE/wir4mWvuU7I/s320/11088095_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6VE-DFI/AAAAAAAACCM/exiODazqUys/s1600-h/11088096_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691825023421522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6VE-DFI/AAAAAAAACCM/exiODazqUys/s320/11088096_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6JgMPkI/AAAAAAAACB0/rhBFa7dWFb4/s1600-h/11088046_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691821916372546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6JgMPkI/AAAAAAAACB0/rhBFa7dWFb4/s320/11088046_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6V_J_YI/AAAAAAAACCU/BfX2GwvXs9k/s1600-h/11088111_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691825267473794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOL6V_J_YI/AAAAAAAACCU/BfX2GwvXs9k/s320/11088111_gal.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPL_9esI/AAAAAAAACCk/-kGSTCiX3BQ/s1600-h/11232141_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247692183363746498" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMPL_9esI/AAAAAAAACCk/-kGSTCiX3BQ/s320/11232141_gal.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLWzMDeVI/AAAAAAAACA0/17uweIt9Yrc/s1600-h/11019629_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691214630910290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLWzMDeVI/AAAAAAAACA0/17uweIt9Yrc/s320/11019629_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjaO46YI/AAAAAAAACBM/GtGdlxeNq74/s1600-h/11019655_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247691431270214018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOLjaO46YI/AAAAAAAACBM/GtGdlxeNq74/s320/11019655_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* scroll down to see the pictures *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP ROCK was awesome! i loved it! Camp Rock is so much better than High School Musical. it was so fun &amp;amp; hilarious that i even wanted to jump into the tv. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS : i hope Camp Rock 2 would be even better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the Jonas Brother especially Joe Jonas. i also thought that Demi has a fantastic voice but was not a very good actress since she simply smiled the entire movie. i also find that Tess is meaner than Sharpay, right?! the only part i like in the movie was when Demi &amp;amp; Joe sat beside the lake or something &amp;amp; then Joe played " gotta find you " &amp;amp; neither of them realized he was actually singing about her. " i was like * omg * it's SHANE GRAY! &amp;amp; i *melted* upon hearing him singing that to her " He is so effing hot &amp;amp; i find him a charismatic guy that i can't help but hear the song over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the movie was the best that disney channel has made :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4006605165464244382?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4006605165464244382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4006605165464244382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4006605165464244382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4006605165464244382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/09/camprock.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SNOMY8HLimI/AAAAAAAACDM/mo1ebTN52C0/s72-c/2543394857_b97167e592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7068013801730190740</id><published>2008-09-06T23:00:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:15:36.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCORPIO ; SEPTERMBER 06,2008&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOOK WHAT IS SAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today you should trust your instincts when getting to know someone new. whether it's a positive feeling or perhaps a warning bell going off in your head, listen to what your inner voice is saying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;means, follow your heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i've been contacting back with him &amp;amp; only three person knows about it ; WANEHHH, MOMMA &amp;amp; OBFF. the shocking thang is, both WANEHHH &amp;amp; MOMMA asked me the same question " what does he want? you guys are back together alr? " except for wanehhh said it in a totally rude tone &amp;amp; i know why. i was like WHAT THE FUCK, OBVIOUSLY NO! its not that easy baby because the hatred feeling is still there &amp;amp; i can't bring myself to forgive him yet. this has affected my N level ;&lt;em&gt; i couldn't concentrate &amp;amp; during all the papers, you were in my mind all the time *sighs*&lt;/em&gt; idk what i should do/ feel right now, all i wanted is for HIM to get out of my life as well as that&lt;strong&gt; biatch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised something. for the past few weeks, i've been spending most of my time with OBFF. thats a good sign :D at the same time, we're able to build back our broken friendship &amp;amp; i hope you still remember your p.romise you said earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* we will still keep in touch even after we've go on our seperate ways, even after we've used the walkeys *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dear OBFF, we've grown up together for _ years through laughter &amp;amp; tears &amp;amp; on this special day, i would like to wish to a most special friend, a happy birthday! eventhough the surprise for you didn't went on smoothly, still i hope you had enjoy your day. thankyour for all the past we had &amp;amp; the current we're in! &lt;strong&gt;ILYOBFF :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest yaya just informed me, someone accused me of being a spammer at the sec 1 sarah blog * &lt;strong&gt;you people just wait&lt;/strong&gt; * im so going to write an entry especially for no life kiddos like you! thankyou so much for the information girlfriend :) &amp;amp; i miss all those time going out with you, one day after Ns, okay? be happy always with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sheedsheed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7068013801730190740?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7068013801730190740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7068013801730190740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7068013801730190740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7068013801730190740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-mean-follow-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-1514292599402923978</id><published>2008-09-04T17:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:00:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SMKyy13XLII/AAAAAAAAB-s/gSD14etS0EE/s1600-h/3BFF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242949502735166594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SMKyy13XLII/AAAAAAAAB-s/gSD14etS0EE/s320/3BFF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its only the fourth day.&lt;br /&gt;three and almost a half day of fasting &amp;amp; now idk how many coming days im going to waste. thank you so much red monster, you came at the wrong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N levels just started &amp;amp; i feel that, ... Malay was easy, just easy, not = too easy as well as the LC eventhough its abit tricky. Same goes for English &amp;amp; SS was the killer. most of the topics that i studied for didn't came up, only one did but because i didn't understand that topic, i couldn't anwser my essay &amp;amp; SBQ was alright. thats about it, next few papers will be on the 29th onwards. thankgod! i still have time to do revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinced i couldn't fast, straight after school metup with OBFF to WM. together with Shahidah, we head to Shop&amp;amp;Save first because i wanted to buy Sushi, which i've been craving for idk how many days ago, for breaking my fast later on. next was to the library sinced we've nowhere to go &amp;amp; non of them wanted to head home straight. ber"puase" katekan.. *giggles* we were busy looking up names with meaning, critisizing celebrities even though its fasting month right now. bububut its not as if we were bitching about them, saying bad things, we were like " omg. if she didn't wear makeup, she'll look real ugly,right? .. oh, she's married? both divorce &amp;amp; now married. aren't they ashame " ah, stuff like that. i had a good laugh looking at Shahidah imitating the Susuk woman &amp;amp; i even video-ed it but she wouldn't lemme show it around so i woundn't be uploading it here but i will bluetooth it to everyone, FOR SURE :D till one of the Makciks sound-ed us with that, you know kinda tone " eh hello, nie library, tolong senyap sikit! " OMG. A MIDDLE-AGED LOOKING AUNTIE SAYING LIKE THAT DURING FASTING MONTH. if not because of the fasting month, i would have anwsered back at her, FOR SURE! eeee. just wait! if i see you again after the fasting month, im gonna get even with youuuu! muahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &amp;amp; a half papers down &amp;amp; 3 &amp;amp; a half papers more to go *jiayou* tryna motivate myself -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-1514292599402923978?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/1514292599402923978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=1514292599402923978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1514292599402923978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1514292599402923978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SMKyy13XLII/AAAAAAAAB-s/gSD14etS0EE/s72-c/3BFF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4687030101891331664</id><published>2008-09-01T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:03:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day of fasting, thankgod, it was alright :) i managed to pass a day &amp;amp; i hope for the next coming 30days too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was spent with OBFF&amp;amp;_. we killed time by going over to Woodlands to study. No, not at Civic or anywhere comfy but at some blocks a few kms away from Causeway. it was hell i tell you, we had to climb a flight of stairs &amp;amp; walked quite a long distance. whats more, the both of them weren't walking but running, they walk superly duperly fast that's why i say, not walking but running *repeating repeating* i was left behind, alone, trying to catch up with them. hmmmph! sesungguhnyer aku tengah berpuase.. we didn't went there to study but to settle some conflicts. NO, we did study at first, for a few minutes afterwhich followed by exchanging grandma stories. close to 5 we walked off &amp;amp; trained back hom. didn't dropped by the bazaar just beside the mrt because _________. sorry boy, next time. i didn't know that we were going to Woodlands in the first place, i though Bishan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a feast for break-fasting. from left to right = food, top to bottom &amp;amp; center = food. *omg* but it was deli-cious! * im growinggggggg even _____ , thanks so much eh! *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4687030101891331664?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4687030101891331664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4687030101891331664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4687030101891331664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4687030101891331664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-of-fasting-thankgod-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2012457977435402315</id><published>2008-08-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:38:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more day left *jumps jumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMECHECK : 12.25am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from Geylang Serai half an hour ago. was there with OBFF&amp;amp;_ &amp;amp; YAYA&amp;amp;_ for the Open Ceremony of Geylang Serai Hari Raya Light Up. i got annoyed/irritated at times because of that problematic guy but overall it was awe-some! OBFF &amp;amp; i had fun crazying, catching up &amp;amp; sharing stories, critisizing passer-bys especially the throwing of babis &amp;amp; small kiddos while waiting for Farrel &amp;amp; Fitri to arrive. Our purpose of going there was just to see Farrel &amp;amp; Fitri face to face but we only managed to see them through the scree -_- no difference, might as well i stayed at home &amp;amp; watch CintaFitri rather then going all the way there to see how they look like in real life. we were just a feww cums away from them, if only we got there earlier.. TELL ME WHOS FAULT IZZIT RIGHT NOW? obff, obff, obff *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.32pm was the arrival of Fitri &amp;amp; Farrel but was delayed till 9plus. fireworks was shown for two times &amp;amp; for both times i was screaming like a madd woman, it was beau-ti-ful i tell you! i got videos of it but couldn't upload because blogger is being sucha bitch. so, next time yeah yeah? we left halfway to meet YAYA&amp;amp;_ &amp;amp; off to HaigRoad for our late dinner-cum-supper. trained back home &amp;amp; reached close to 12. upon reaching Gombak, i ran from the station to doorstep, not because im scared of parents locking me out but because im scared of Mr Ghost. all because of OBFF&amp;amp; stories *roll eyes* zip open &amp;amp; throw it up high - GLADIATOR WAS THE KILLER. sorry MS LEG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel that yesterday's trip to school was a waste. both W &amp;amp; U didn't turn up for teacher's day thang. i think i better hit bed now because i gotta wake up at 7 tml. ITS SEVEN MIND YOU! what the fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2012457977435402315?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2012457977435402315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2012457977435402315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2012457977435402315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2012457977435402315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-more-day-left-to-fasting-month.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5135827451721088084</id><published>2008-08-25T21:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:57:46.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLK38w6pNtI/AAAAAAAAB-k/6MiNMVbgyto/s1600-h/exams+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451571136214738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLK38w6pNtI/AAAAAAAAB-k/6MiNMVbgyto/s400/exams+pink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; friend : next week is alr N level, have you studied?&lt;br /&gt;me : FOR REAL? (referring to the N level) no.&lt;br /&gt;friend : duh! * giving me the -_- look *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teacher : you people, next week is alr your N &amp;amp; you're still slacking, sleeping during exams blah blah blah ..&lt;br /&gt;alep : WHAT? N LEVEL NEXT WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;me : ahh, duhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;infact, the first paper is less than a week &amp;amp; im not prepared yet. im not kidding, you'll see me happy-go-lucky-ing with the no-worried-face in school, everyday. proof? from the prepatory exam that we had just now. im supposed to be studying &amp;amp; mugging for SS last weekend but i didn't because i was sick. as a result, during SS just now, i didn't do anything. either i was busy sleeping or joking with the people around me. nono, not only me, but the whole lot of 4N2. i can see Mr Pandian shaking his head as well as Ms Yee who didn't even bother to push, forced us to do. same goes for English, for the first half an hour, everyone was quiet &amp;amp; did their papers but after Mr Mazlee step out of the class, everyone turns into a devil ; do the stuff that we always do. for the next few days, will be the same too, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still hackcare-ing with studies, how to get promoted to sec 5 this way?! if this goes on, i think i'll just have to forget about going to sec 5 &amp;amp; continue studying at ITE which likely will happen. i don't have any confidence &amp;amp; there's nothing to motivate me to study, howww? *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its making me stress! blame the goverment.. blame the goverment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: teachers day, this friday. W &amp;amp; U will be coming down to school, i think. pray for me, IMT! &lt;strong&gt;*smile widely*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/2172978667653113865-5135827451721088084?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5135827451721088084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5135827451721088084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5135827451721088084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5135827451721088084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/friend-next-week-is-alr-n-level-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLK38w6pNtI/AAAAAAAAB-k/6MiNMVbgyto/s72-c/exams+pink.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6384044635073571770</id><published>2008-08-24T07:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:52:06.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237858917420816658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLCc7xx62RI/AAAAAAAAB-A/muifMZtLPZ4/s320/1179456790_e1e9720662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*whinewhinewhine* pity momma because she had to hear me whinning early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 6.32 in the morning &amp;amp; i just woke up. i slept quite late last night but i managed to get myself infront of the pc this early thanks to my room-mate who pass all her germs to me. she kept coughing &amp;amp; sneezing like a mad dog &amp;amp; i had trouble sleeping through the night because the little wine flowing out from my nose non-stop causes me so much discomfort. i've been stuffing my nose with tissues, even when im asleep &amp;amp; since i couldn't get to sleep last night, i took a whole lot of panadols &amp;amp; act as if it's some kind of sleeping pills. it works literally but only for the first few hours. if this goes on, i don't know how im going to survive for school tml. i can't skip school &amp;amp; take MCs because im having mock prepatory exam this week *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237873129972449394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLCp3DqSQHI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/ii9L15bK78Y/s200/IMG_4195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*humming to the tune of the birthday song*&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY SWEET 16th to NUR RAMIZAH! :D&lt;/strong&gt; stop disturbing me you katak &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orix&lt;/span&gt; dosen't want to huggy huggy you :p &amp;amp; oh, i forgot to mention *chap teng2, chap teng2* this on the previous entry, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED SWEET 16th&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;FAIZ,&lt;/strong&gt; which falls on last Friday, 22 August 2008&lt;br /&gt;*chap teng2* ( you better tell me, what's that, if not im going to taplek you! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something random : i want to go to &lt;strong&gt;EUROPE&lt;/strong&gt; on 11 September * v desperate, now* please.. please! i want to see ___ ! any kind souls who are willing to get a flight ticket to EUROPE &amp;amp; bring me there as well? &lt;strong&gt;*SMILE WIDELY*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6384044635073571770?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6384044635073571770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6384044635073571770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6384044635073571770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6384044635073571770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/whinewhinewhine-pity-momma-because-she.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLCc7xx62RI/AAAAAAAAB-A/muifMZtLPZ4/s72-c/1179456790_e1e9720662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3168089120862173347</id><published>2008-08-23T19:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:57:50.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLAF304ZaII/AAAAAAAAB94/G99Cd5nW1ig/s1600-h/sick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237692823278020738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLAF304ZaII/AAAAAAAAB94/G99Cd5nW1ig/s320/sick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im beginning to get sick. i feel like puking but nothing to puke. my head's dizzy &amp;amp; i feel weak all over. eyes are tired, nose is running &amp;amp; i have been sneezing non-stop. the worst is, my sore throat, im having trouble swallowing &amp;amp; breathing. i desperately need some medication &amp;amp; panadols has lost its effectiveness on me. i hate being sick &amp;amp; im not in the mood for any doctor. i hope to get well soon cause i hate this sick feeling. dear god, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a half-day leave on Thursday &amp;amp; i skipped school on Friday as well because the little migrane that attacked me on the Thursday morning had lead me to the condtition im in right now. i've been wasting &amp;amp; sleeping my day away eversince. whats more in this cold weather, i've been covering myself up with a thick blanket &amp;amp; my condition has worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to apologize &amp;amp; explain things to NEHHHBRO but he wouldn't want to hear me. we're supposed to go out as planned last week either yesterday or today but i couldn't make it on both days because of the state im in right now. oh wells, its not his fault anyway, i didn't get the chance to tell him that IM SICK! maybe after he has cool down. what a waste, im missing all the fun that im supposed to have *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that, i'll be spending my weekends rotting at home &amp;amp; lieing on my beatiful bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have a phobia for love. once bitten, twice shy, i've to be extra careful now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3168089120862173347?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3168089120862173347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3168089120862173347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3168089120862173347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3168089120862173347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-beginning-to-get-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SLAF304ZaII/AAAAAAAAB94/G99Cd5nW1ig/s72-c/sick.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5541939867893896163</id><published>2008-08-20T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:28:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mixed emotions, what is going on? why am i so fucking into him? why can't i stop? why can't i let him go? why have i kept him wondering around my mind for so long? why am i longing &amp;amp; hoping for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things for me NEVER last &amp;amp; i don't know why. what have i done wrong to be hurt like this? he was my first SERIOUS, as in long-term, relationship &amp;amp; he did made me truly happy once but now he's a jackass. i wish he didn't change. i wish he was the ONE thing that didn't have to turn out bad. what sucks, is i've to put up with all this drama &amp;amp; pain when i actually still love him with all my heart which im really really really trying not to. i know, i don't miss him. i miss the guy i thought he was, i miss the good&amp;amp;bad times we had, i miss that feeling i got whenever i speak to him. i REALLY don't want to love him but i do. i just want to get over him &amp;amp; move on but the problem is im not hating more &amp;amp; loving him less ever since but the other way round instead. i tried giving myself tons of reasons to get rid of this ridiculous "obsession". i just can't bring myself to regard him as everyone else. sometimes, i wonder if im under his " love spell ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him. i love him so much. i hate him. i hate him. i hate him so much that i want to tear him open just like how he tore me open but i'll still love him too. * continues to untie the nervous knots in my stomach * i don't know how this can be, really, but it just is. it's just one of those things that has no explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: thanks ah bitch, you ruin my relationship &amp;amp; my life. damn you. even if you have gotten your karma, im still ain't happy with it, everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5541939867893896163?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5541939867893896163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5541939867893896163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5541939867893896163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5541939867893896163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/mixed-emotions-what-is-going-on-why-am.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4270382187090101271</id><published>2008-08-17T20:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:15:12.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SKjLiLnnaCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/U5GWmUUfd-U/s1600-h/1movie-marathon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235658354913142818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SKjLiLnnaCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/U5GWmUUfd-U/s320/1movie-marathon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was movie-marathoning during the weekend &amp;amp; i had to watched The Dark Knight &amp;amp; The Mummy again. i think i forgot to mention this, i accidentally fell asleep while watching them with yaya because the day before, i didn't get enough sleep &amp;amp; so i missed on some parts therefore i have to watch it all over again in order to get the whole story. i would rate both of it a 4.5/5 &amp;amp; i like the part where the joker said &lt;em&gt;" Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife,"Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Lets put a smile on that face!" And..... Why so serious? "&lt;/em&gt; Scary you know with his face expression that way. Joker = physco. i even get to watch Prom Night, another scary movie but it was good thou. i shouldn't have listen to what WANEHHH say when she said that it wasn't good. *regrets* movies not yet released like meet dave, forgetting sarah marshall, mamma mia, where in the world is Osama Bin Laden? as well as the Nc-16 movie ( sorry but i just had to stress on the word Nc-16) The Love Guru. i would rate it a 4/5. kinda lame, only on some parts, but i could not deny it was hilarious. i recommend you people to watch it, a must watch. " Give me a pound. Lock it down. Break the pickle, tickle tickle. " - that shall be "OUR" handshake from now on *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had both double chocolate &amp;amp; caramel frappe. be jealous people, i get to drink two different kind of frappes at the same time. call me greedy, i don't care, as long as im happy &amp;amp; satisfy :D thanks to NEHHHBRO who came all the way from tampines to gombak just to deliver two ________ frappes. as a result, it MELTED &amp;amp; so i had to freeze it again. as p.romised, WE DID THAT HANDSHAKE! I GOT TICKLED NON-STOP IN PUBLIC &amp;amp; PEOPLE SAW ME SCREAMING AWAY LIKE A MAD WOMAN. *v embarassing* -_- ihateyou. pffffft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4270382187090101271?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4270382187090101271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4270382187090101271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4270382187090101271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4270382187090101271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-movie-marathoning-during-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SKjLiLnnaCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/U5GWmUUfd-U/s72-c/1movie-marathon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5355306884380754903</id><published>2008-08-15T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:18:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shaiful accompanied me to the bustop today &amp;amp; i introduced him to that cutie at the bridge. he kept going "ohh-ahh-ewww" jealous or what?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRELIMS are over! but that's not the end because i still have Ns. the last day of examination are always the best, for me, because for every examination i sat for, the last one will always be Art. 3 hours for Art will always be a never enough for me. i was rushing to finish it up during the Sa1 &amp;amp; now, im still rushing to finish it up for Prelims. All thanks to Faiz &amp;amp; his "whatever-cap-teng2". eventhough the Art students are the smallest group compared to F&amp;amp;N &amp;amp; D&amp;amp;T but can be labelled as the noisiest group. from the start to during to the end of the exam, we were mumbling,laughing,talking&amp;amp;making jokes like nobodys bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, i felt that History &amp;amp; Maths paper 1 are quite easy but still, i don't have any confidence that i can pass. no paper on Monday which means NO SCHOOL! *FINALLY* im going to make sure i will wake up very very late &amp;amp; i want to go out &amp;amp; go back late so that i don't have to come to school Tuesday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Joseph Adam Jonas 19th Birthday! :D &amp;amp; im going to snatch him back from NURATIKAHRASMAN *seemekillher* LAUGHOUTLOUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: im falling head over heels for caucasian dudes *SMILES*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5355306884380754903?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5355306884380754903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5355306884380754903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5355306884380754903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5355306884380754903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/shaiful-accompanied-me-to-bustop-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5827467204494769213</id><published>2008-08-11T13:27:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:10:06.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SKfYQtkQpsI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ALysbAMpIDA/s1600-h/WAWA&amp;amp;DYA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235390873462679234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SKfYQtkQpsI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ALysbAMpIDA/s200/WAWA%26DYA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY;&lt;/strong&gt; my plans &amp;amp; surprises for her didn't went on smoothly. i had everything sorted out nicely but it was almost ruined. luckly, the movie timings only differ abit. first movie was The Mummy : tomb of the dragon emperor followed by The Dark Knight, the movie which we have been want-ing to watch, but sadly we still haven't get the chance to watch Promnight. afterwhich we procedd to LJS &amp;amp;guess who we saw there. another ex student from batok whom i have v much, none other than, SHEILA. those who know her, good for you. those who dosen't, well too bad. we kept staring &amp;amp; looking (as in jeling) at each other. the sight of her makes me want to pukeee! afterwhich, we proceed to L9 ; E2max, the place where tons of HOOOT Caucasian(s) are scattering around. i'll never get sick/bored of going there because they're so f HOT! i screamed at YAYA when i saw different kinds of them. there's this particular Caucasian in a group, with Mats, he's so HOT &amp;amp; F SEXY, because he's bald, i melted the moment i saw him &amp;amp; we exchanged smiles :D we even saw Samuie, the Baps *ew?!* gotta there close to 10 &amp;amp; reached home almost to 11. eventhough, i din't get to window-shop &amp;amp; walk around town but at least i had my "FUN" there *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY;&lt;/strong&gt; i hate NEHHHBRO for the last minute cancellation of our firework date. stayed at home for the whole day with family. it was fun still because they're able to make me LAUGHOUTLOUD &amp;amp; happy 43rd singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY;&lt;/strong&gt; spend half of the day at yaya's crib. her momma asked me to went over because she's giving out some clothings. thanks yawww, it was beautifuul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the whole of today was spend on doing N level art. im totally worn out from the going in and out of house for so many times just to photocopy a couple of papers. i was in a foul mood all day long. people called, people texted, i ignored &amp;amp; sorry-to-whoever who called me for alot of times. i don't want any disturbance when im busy or else you'll get it from me. i've yet to study for tml's paper. no more time left, it's late now. i need some sleep. bye people, im off to lala landd :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5827467204494769213?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5827467204494769213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5827467204494769213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5827467204494769213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5827467204494769213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterdays-moviedate-with-yaya-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SKfYQtkQpsI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ALysbAMpIDA/s72-c/WAWA%26DYA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4743919044955974536</id><published>2008-08-06T20:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:26:09.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he managed to cool down after sometime &amp;amp; talk things out in a nice kinda way. after sorting out things, misunderstandings between us last night, we're still friends. things may not be the same like before but at least we're alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still in the process of healing &amp;amp; sometimes, i just break down. crying dosen't help &amp;amp; bring back things but it sure feels good to let it out. there is no point waiting for someone who dosen't appreciate you. i don't see why you should make yourself an unhappy person &amp;amp; continue staying with someone who dosen't want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried silently in class just now. i was reminiscing the past &amp;amp; how my heart got broken for so many times within a year. from that darling jerk of used-to-be-mine &amp;amp; now my pillar of strength who went hiding again. i've yet to figured out why but it seems that i've been screwing up all my recent relationship(s). i don't wish to get heartbroken again &amp;amp; hurt any soul labelled, guy. that explains why i've been avoiding you Epit. after maman went missing, you were the one who has always made my day. thanks for that but i just can't bring myself to layan (idk what's that in english) *YOU GUYS* anymore. that applys to you too, NEHHHBRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, i enjoyed History lesson simply because i spent an hour plus hearing story-telling from girlfriend &amp;amp; how she's enjoying life right now. jealous it may seems but still, im happy for her. go on girl, you have my support! if owl dare to hurt you in whatever ways, do inform me cause im gonna lenyek him &amp;amp; turn him to a penyek owl. one more thing, stop thinking of giving him up after the two-year-plus waiting(?). psst, bring it to the next level, baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just remember it is a transition phase and everyone can get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4743919044955974536?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4743919044955974536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4743919044955974536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4743919044955974536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4743919044955974536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-managed-to-cool-down-after-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-9152360894845359161</id><published>2008-08-05T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:03:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;heartpain after heartpain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's heartpain not yet healed. im not mad, just sad with you. guys will always be guys. one after another kept proving me wrong. good guys dosen't exist anymore. i keep telling myself - there is still good guys around, only that they're still hidden or stucked somewhere but yet *YOU GUYS* keep proving me wrong. *YOU GUYS* keep behaving like jerks. 8 years apart of me - you're nomore a child, you're alr a matured man for goodness sake, please behave like one. continue behaving like this &amp;amp; i tell you, i will ignore you totally! mark my words. im giving you one last chance, you'd better treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to check my ATM balance money just now &amp;amp; guess what .. *HEARTPAINNNN!* momma really did it! she won't be transfering this month allowance just because i accidentally use up all her 300bucks in it. explanation after explanation, yet she still ignores it. i told her alr that im going to return her back all the 300bucks back by the end of next month but still .. *SEE WHAT HAPPEN* now i only have a pathetic one buck &amp;amp; idk how many cents left in my acc *SIGHS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i screwed up my papers. from mt to english to ss. there won't be anymore papers after today &amp;amp; the rest of the papers will only resume next week which means tml onwards, lessons resume as per normal *SIGHS* i was right in saying that prelims are going to very difficult *SEE WHAT HAPPEN!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: i saw this hot hot hot stripey greenwhite guy at the bus interchange just now &amp;amp; i swear, i couldn't take my eyes off him. he was so fucking hot, no lie! *SMILES WIDELY, WIDER THAN USUAL*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-9152360894845359161?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/9152360894845359161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=9152360894845359161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/9152360894845359161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/9152360894845359161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartpain-after-heartpain.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4002889111052121911</id><published>2008-08-04T18:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:42.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJblDM6q4RI/AAAAAAAAB74/lR8aVQ3gNj4/s1600-h/01082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230619860407083282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJblDM6q4RI/AAAAAAAAB74/lR8aVQ3gNj4/s200/01082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYED MONZIL BIN SYED ABDUL RAHMAN SHAHAB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is late grandpa &amp;amp; he's death has alr been published in the newspaper (Berita Harian) last friday. if you people want to see the clearer version of his picture, go&amp;amp;find&amp;amp;read last's friday newspaper, you'll see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great weekend *smiles widely* i went nowhere. study-ing with girlfriends as usual was cancelled &amp;amp; so was the outing on sunday with NEHHH. i didn't even went to late grandpa's tahlil on saturday. i stayed at home on both days &amp;amp; was hogging on the phone most of the time with NEHHH BRO. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only you know, what we did &amp;amp; how much fun we had last weekend eventhough it was just through the phone. don't forget our date &amp;amp; fireworks this weekend *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, Prelim just started today &amp;amp; i've only studied abit for tml's SS paper. god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper, wik &amp;amp; i rushed to WM because she couldn't stand any longer, she has been craving it for a longgg period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJbdJDRSVPI/AAAAAAAAB7o/VFDrDrOwOrk/s1600-h/04-08-08_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJbk2ke6j8I/AAAAAAAAB7w/lIBktLLnJbo/s1600-h/04-08-08_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230619643394822082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJbk2ke6j8I/AAAAAAAAB7w/lIBktLLnJbo/s200/04-08-08_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*PRESENTING* ------- GUESS WHERE WE ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent close to 50bucks &amp;amp; it is definitely worth it! when's our next date? this time at Heeren, okay? with more people *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, im waiting for NEHHHBRO to finish work &amp;amp; afterwhich, we'll talk on the phone all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take one step at a time, there's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;it's like learning to fly or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna happen, when it's, supposed to happen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you'll know the reason why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could be yours, one day *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S; you'll be dead on the 18th biatch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2172978667653113865-4002889111052121911?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4002889111052121911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4002889111052121911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4002889111052121911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4002889111052121911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/syed-monzil-bin-syed-abdul-rahman.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJblDM6q4RI/AAAAAAAAB74/lR8aVQ3gNj4/s72-c/01082008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5978751301072329274</id><published>2008-08-01T19:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:42.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank god its friday! * smiles widely * but im not looking forward for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because im going to study &amp;amp; revise for the coming prelims, alone. its getting me crazy &amp;amp; i have to finish my 5 boards no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;teachers been drilling us with only TYS during lessons &amp;amp; it works, literally. prelims on monday &amp;amp; im so not prepared yet! but if we fail for prelims it will be alright, won't it? it won't be counted for Ns right? i can't wait to sit for Ns - idk why, i just have that feeling to go through it quickly. HOHOHO! this past few weeks has been a rather sad week for me &amp;amp; girlfriends - FRIENDSHIP problems. one after another fighting because of a small mis-understanding but there won't be any get-back-together for the guyfriends. unless they change their frigging behaviour &amp;amp; zip their big mouth, maybe i/we will consider to be friends with them again. if not, i won't allow any of my girlfriends to communicate with them until they've really really repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLzZF01ZVI/AAAAAAAAB6w/IczXWFdqKzc/s1600-h/IMG_0005_4R_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229509729716626770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLzZF01ZVI/AAAAAAAAB6w/IczXWFdqKzc/s200/IMG_0005_4R_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dheQIs. last year pic; we &lt;em&gt;went break-fasting together at Bagus &amp;amp; we went to Geylang w/o eera because she's ____ &amp;amp; i went home in a druken state,rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;what happen to us? i won't be talking about this if one of you didn't bring out about this matter. where has the Qis gone to? where's kiwak? where's kiwek? where's kiwik? where's kiwuk? each of you are always busy with your own life *sighs* that includes me, of course. Qis, if you get the chance to read this : do you remember when's the last time the Qis went out together? it was when we went to Anand house &amp;amp; that wasn't even an outing. the last outing was celebrating wek's birthday, rmb? &amp;amp; when was that? 5 DECEMBER 2007. i hope, that you all will organise another outing AFTER N'S &amp;amp; enjoy ourself like the good old times. at the same time, we could also sort things out right? for now, just concentrate on studies &amp;amp; i hope that we will be promoted to sec 5 together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imy, razman. i hope the private phonecalls i've received all this while, is from you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5978751301072329274?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5978751301072329274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5978751301072329274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5978751301072329274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5978751301072329274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-god-its-friday-smiles-widely-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLzZF01ZVI/AAAAAAAAB6w/IczXWFdqKzc/s72-c/IMG_0005_4R_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5398706216231618012</id><published>2008-07-31T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its 12 in the morning &amp;amp; im still waiting. you made me wait for nothing, you made me excited for nothing. here's the truth, i still love you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: 3rdmonthsary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229493789841105474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLk5RKXIkI/AAAAAAAAB5w/-obJO3FSv6s/s200/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229493795322832210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLk5llTpVI/AAAAAAAAB6A/9ZPmKC-zenU/s200/P7220050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229494283289056290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLlV_ZhVCI/AAAAAAAAB6I/jurmm6NYCxM/s200/IMG_4157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; overdue pictures of RacialHarmony. i still got alot more but its with Syakir &amp;amp; Mal ; they have not upload it in the pc * slaps forehead *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229495184671555010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLmKdT2vcI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/JlDg_6XLRh4/s320/braid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i was doing my art reasearch just now when i came across this blog about the african style of braiding hair. suddenly, i find it interesting &amp;amp; did a research on it. appreantly, it only cost 30-50 bucks for the whole head. for me, its quite cheap &amp;amp; i thought of giving it a try, what do you think? i need your opinions. but does it suit my circle face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;do you know i've tried &amp;amp; tried to get you otta my mind but i don't get any better. as each day goes by &amp;amp; im lost &amp;amp; confused. i didn't mean to ramble on but there's alot of feelings that still remain since you been gone. i guess you thought i would put it all behind me but it seems there's always something right there to remind me like a silly joke or something on the tv. boy, it ain't easy when i hear our sone, i get the same old feeling. wish i could press rewind &amp;amp; turn back the hands of time. did you know i still kept all your pictures &amp;amp; us because i don't have the strength to part with them. i tried to ease the way your kisses taste but somethings i can never forget. i shouldn't be telling you this but IM STILL NOT OVER YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the second post of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5398706216231618012?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5398706216231618012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5398706216231618012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5398706216231618012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5398706216231618012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-12-in-morning-im-still-waiting_31.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJLk5RKXIkI/AAAAAAAAB5w/-obJO3FSv6s/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8645699420921283221</id><published>2008-07-31T15:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJFl7apgmJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/GhGmbL8Jlg0/s1600-h/01-07-08_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229072713793968274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJFl7apgmJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/GhGmbL8Jlg0/s200/01-07-08_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am alr starting to feel the pressure. prelims are coming SOON. i wanna get over &amp;amp; done with it quickly so that i can sit for Ns quickly too. that way, i can have my holidays faster, right? though i hate the fact that i actually have to study. i P.ROMISED momma that i will study hard &amp;amp; im doing it right now but not alot. im the type who can't keep the mouth shut during lessons, crack jokes &amp;amp; laugh laugh laugh unecessarily. im not clever &amp;amp; i NEED to pay attention &amp;amp; understand but i can't do all that, maybe because of the people surrounding me? but i can't blame them because when its their turn to keep the mouth shut, i'll be THE ONE talking to myself, singing &amp;amp; laughing which makes them join in with what i were doing. what should i dooo? i can't concentrate! myfgod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pissed with H &amp;amp; gonna blog about him now!&lt;br /&gt;ihate you, goody-goody bootlicker. stop putting on an act infront of girlfriends &amp;amp; me. they maybe comfy with you hanging around us (maybe NOT!) but IM DEFINITELY NOT okay with that. you're a guy, go &amp;amp; hang with your guy friends instead of us. i know, guys do hang around with girls sometimes but not always &amp;amp; all the time right? you call yourself a guy but you don't look &amp;amp; act like one! you don't do what other guys do &amp;amp; your way of walking, talking, screaming, even you're action aren't like one. im disgusted by it, very. you're like a .. GAY! don't get mad when i call you a gay because even other girls call you that but not infront of you, maybe because they don't wish to hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're alr like that &amp;amp; your mouth, MINTAK AMPUN, like a GIRRL! far worst than us. you attention seeker biatch, stop influencing girlfriends with yout UNTRUTH stories, news &amp;amp; infos please! i bet about the divorce of your parents aren't true too. you were happy-happy-ing all the way except for recess. you tried emo-ing &amp;amp; get sympathy from us, right right right? it its true, you would be feeling sad the whole day in school &amp;amp; won't even have the mood to LOL. if you wish to make up a story or lie, know how to do &amp;amp; be clever about it. big time hypocrite. infront of mine girlfriend, you tried being nice to her &amp;amp; blah blah blah but once she's gone from the scene, you'll start your nonsense. say this &amp;amp; that bad thing about her. do you know you're saying all that to the wrong person. if i were to tell all that what you told us about girlfriend, you gonna be a dead-meat. one last thing, stop digging we, girls secrets &amp;amp; being a kaypoh! MYOB because i know you can't keep secrets &amp;amp; will spread it to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: bootlicker, you should know who you're &amp;amp; im sure you're gonna stumble upon my blog &amp;amp; read this. oh, try listening to the song Take a Bow by Rihanna because im dedicating that song especially for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-8645699420921283221?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/8645699420921283221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=8645699420921283221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8645699420921283221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8645699420921283221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-alr-starting-to-feel-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJFl7apgmJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/GhGmbL8Jlg0/s72-c/01-07-08_0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4183005941953279125</id><published>2008-07-30T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:42.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJAq7bjcpJI/AAAAAAAAB3I/kqjxJyESMIQ/s1600-h/Image219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228726367874229394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJAq7bjcpJI/AAAAAAAAB3I/kqjxJyESMIQ/s320/Image219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world is black, &amp;amp; the hearts are cold&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why isn't there everyone or anyone who will ever appreciate all the big or even the tiniest things i did for them &amp;amp; when i point it out, they'd turn it back at me, i shouldn't play the pointing game at the very beginning or i shouldn't have made sacrifices at all. i always tell myself to stop being nice &amp;amp; stop making the world a better place but again &amp;amp; again i go against it. i guess, its nature. when will anyone ever see the good things i've done for them, realised that it takes effort &amp;amp; time to sacrifice something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i just wish there's boyfriend to comfort me &amp;amp; take away all the pain. or maybe just NEH BRO who could take over his place while he's MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'll rather be a loner. i'll be more independent. i'll be less hurtful. i'll be more happier. i'll be what i wanna be. it's like way better off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4183005941953279125?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4183005941953279125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4183005941953279125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4183005941953279125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4183005941953279125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-is-black-hearts-are-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SJAq7bjcpJI/AAAAAAAAB3I/kqjxJyESMIQ/s72-c/Image219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8243273965682707521</id><published>2008-07-27T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:43.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll just sum up what happened during my week of school - though nothing extraordinary happened - in no particular order / days / what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a tiring &amp;amp; sad week. keeping mum for 8 hours is so not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SI20WXQIfRI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-b8YftOkZZs/s1600-h/3BFF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228033038738816274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SI20WXQIfRI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-b8YftOkZZs/s320/3BFF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; over the weekend, i buried myself with books &amp;amp; went studying with shahidah &amp;amp; OBFF. i kinda miss her. now that we're back together again, i shall treasure this friendship &amp;amp; never to let it go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while having fun studying with them, momma text &amp;amp; told me that grandpa ( father's side ) is already in the critical state but is still at home ; not yet brought to hospital as he dosen't want to. on the wee hours of sunday morning, we got a call from them saying that grandpa died at auntie's home at 2.35. we rushed over to Admiralty to get the ceremony over &amp;amp; done. now, im just left with a grandma (mom's side) &amp;amp; i've p.romised to myself not be rude to her after i experienced with grandpa's death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-8243273965682707521?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/8243273965682707521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=8243273965682707521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8243273965682707521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8243273965682707521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-just-sum-up-what-happened-during-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SI20WXQIfRI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-b8YftOkZZs/s72-c/3BFF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4508887161519204347</id><published>2008-07-24T19:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:31:56.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear diary, lemme tell you about my story. i feel that it's rather sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if this is right or wrong. we had an "argument" recently &amp;amp; now we're not on talking terms. all i want is for everything to be in the right place &amp;amp; everyone being happy. is that too much to ask for? she told me that she is my friend &amp;amp; yet i got treated like this by her. sometimes, i just felt that i was being used. i feel so left out. who was there everytime she needed someone to be with when there's no one around her? should i make the first move &amp;amp; apologize, when i did nothing wrong? maybe to her this maybe stupid &amp;amp; a small matter but hey, she hurt my feelings, okay?! i won't ignore anyone without any reasons. angry is not the exactly the right word. i don't know what im supposed to do now. confusion is all over me. this is how i feel about our friendship since the FIRST argument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: i still &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; a friend like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4508887161519204347?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4508887161519204347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4508887161519204347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4508887161519204347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4508887161519204347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-diary-lemme-tell-you-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5002177926159476259</id><published>2008-07-21T18:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RACIAL HARMONY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhivvUJRlI/AAAAAAAAB04/zal6SIVh-8Y/s1600-h/IMG_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226535939857794642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhivvUJRlI/AAAAAAAAB04/zal6SIVh-8Y/s200/IMG_4146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhiw1dYiaI/AAAAAAAAB1I/J0rsBefVv7Y/s1600-h/IMG_4158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226535958687025570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhiw1dYiaI/AAAAAAAAB1I/J0rsBefVv7Y/s200/IMG_4158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhjmLOY7OI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/TXKgDeAHukQ/s1600-h/IMG_4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226536875062783202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhjmLOY7OI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/TXKgDeAHukQ/s200/IMG_4191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhjmcgWeDI/AAAAAAAAB1g/X6b8qQFy5BA/s1600-h/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226536879701522482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhjmcgWeDI/AAAAAAAAB1g/X6b8qQFy5BA/s200/IMG_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhiv23Tn_I/AAAAAAAAB1A/OfSg_8EhprY/s1600-h/IMG_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhixMQapoI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/NJkDa8kcS5E/s1600-h/IMG_4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhivDDOPLI/AAAAAAAAB0w/pQVoVHJKoAg/s1600-h/1_334087113l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures, coming right up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* click on the pictures to view the larger version*&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/2172978667653113865-5002177926159476259?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5002177926159476259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5002177926159476259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5002177926159476259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5002177926159476259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIhivvUJRlI/AAAAAAAAB04/zal6SIVh-8Y/s72-c/IMG_4146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4042606236194072047</id><published>2008-07-19T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYF Carnival in the Heartlands (West) at IMM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-499a3c6924d4064e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D499a3c6924d4064e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330308123%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2435AC4BD938C8480A31AD32ED3B747306D2042E.7503F3C5BFAB83D4E32BCF2CE2FDE628567110DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D499a3c6924d4064e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnVr6_rJRP_bxyX1Z9Ux6hqyo62g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D499a3c6924d4064e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330308123%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2435AC4BD938C8480A31AD32ED3B747306D2042E.7503F3C5BFAB83D4E32BCF2CE2FDE628567110DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D499a3c6924d4064e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnVr6_rJRP_bxyX1Z9Ux6hqyo62g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the Malay dancers of Dazhong pri (only the ones who dance during the SYF ; only half were choosen) got invited to perform for the carnival at Garden Plaza. sinced both Shaiful &amp;amp; Wiyah are performing, the whole family came down, to support. watch the video above to see them dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHfbULwzOI/AAAAAAAAB0A/2UadjDIifag/s1600-h/19072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224702703093992674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHfbULwzOI/AAAAAAAAB0A/2UadjDIifag/s200/19072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHfbT4W5GI/AAAAAAAAB0I/8VmUV20IXQc/s1600-h/19072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224702703012602978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHfbT4W5GI/AAAAAAAAB0I/8VmUV20IXQc/s200/19072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHfbDTAvII/AAAAAAAABz4/pZgw_SEtU4M/s1600-h/19-07-08_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224702698560994434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHfbDTAvII/AAAAAAAABz4/pZgw_SEtU4M/s200/19-07-08_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictures of Me &amp;amp; Siblings. First is Shaiful followed by Adawiyah &amp;amp; finally Azhar. Wiyah look pretty with makeups on. i almost couldn't recognized her when she went up to the stage because believe it or not, eventhough she has performed for so many times, i've never seen her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. im gonna end this post with a picture of us together. its a bit blur but nevermind, at least there's something. CREDITS for pictures &amp;amp; video : FATHER! he don't know how to take, that's why everything turns out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHod9NU6LI/AAAAAAAAB0o/XEWV5aG-_Pc/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224712644070795442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHod9NU6LI/AAAAAAAAB0o/XEWV5aG-_Pc/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh before i forget, this is the batik pictures i've promised you people! * here you go * okay, mine on the left, jenna's on the right. isn't it obvious that jenna's batik is nicer than mine? HAH! more details than mine. over &amp;amp; done with, concentrating on the 5 boards now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHgrBnz81I/AAAAAAAAB0g/Vqjn7kyYPN8/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224704072500900690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHgrBnz81I/AAAAAAAAB0g/Vqjn7kyYPN8/s200/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHgqy17sYI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NzWKjHem848/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224704068533596546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHgqy17sYI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NzWKjHem848/s200/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4042606236194072047?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=499a3c6924d4064e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4042606236194072047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4042606236194072047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4042606236194072047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4042606236194072047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/syf-carnival-in-heartlands-west-at-imm.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SIHfbULwzOI/AAAAAAAAB0A/2UadjDIifag/s72-c/19072008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-1464673762286038788</id><published>2008-07-18T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:58:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i enjoyed Art today simply because i was sticking with dearest SB most of the time.&lt;em&gt; to any of the art students, if you noticed who i've been with throughout the whole 2 hours, you should know im talking about :D &lt;/em&gt;helping SB out with the batik coursework gave me the opportunity to talk privately with him, teasing &amp;amp; joking around. oh, more of that coming right up again, this monday because there's Art! &lt;strong&gt;* yayee *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my Mother Tongue oral just now. oh my.. the topic for the conversation part was super easy &amp;amp; i bet, bet the people who took their oral yesterday must be darn jealous because we got the easy ones. compared my English with Mother Tongue oral, i think i did much much better in the Mt. so much of feeling nervous .. &amp;amp; the hillgrovians students are not as bad as what i thought! shouldn't have said all those things. deng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftermath, head to gombak mrt station to collect my pretty pretty green star hoodies &amp;amp; someone gonna be darn jealous when she sees it. talking bout it alr just make her oh-so-crazy, what about when she see it with her own eyes, right? &lt;strong&gt;* laughoutloud *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a blink of an eye, that moment was gone&lt;br /&gt;you come &amp;amp; go as you wish, that what am i?&lt;br /&gt;my mind's in a whirl now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-1464673762286038788?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/1464673762286038788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=1464673762286038788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1464673762286038788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1464673762286038788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-enjoyed-art-today-simply-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7846656061100596707</id><published>2008-07-17T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:53:04.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we back to square one? are you gonna make me yearn for you again? are you going to get my hopes all high again then push me back down? are you gonna play with me like you did before? am i just one of your toys you keep away in a huge back? what am i to you? just something you can toy around with as &amp;amp; when you like? please don't because it's bleeding. where has " the love that we share " &amp;amp; the iloveyous, youlovemes disappeared to? was loving you a crime? were we an accident? &lt;strong&gt;YOU LEFT WITHOUT WORDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you &amp;amp; so are the words i need to hear to always get me through the day &amp;amp; make it okay. i've been wondering after you left, what were you trying to prove to me in that one patethic month relationship? you said my previous-wasted-almost-2-years-relationship guy was a jerk for doing this &amp;amp; leaving me just like that but so are you! i let you in my life for the second time &amp;amp; after this, there won't be any third time simply because im giving you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just one of the sweet talk little jerkies. i don't want anything to do with you, playa. indeed, you're just another pretty face. i've done my part, i've said what i wanted to &amp;amp; i don't wished to listen to yours. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, does your mia means a silent break?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7846656061100596707?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7846656061100596707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7846656061100596707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7846656061100596707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7846656061100596707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/trying-to-forget-someone-you-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-198899012474023458</id><published>2008-07-16T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:44.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SH3k2RDw7nI/AAAAAAAABzw/chrwCqpO6DY/s1600-h/2584066892_984726111a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223582763762904690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SH3k2RDw7nI/AAAAAAAABzw/chrwCqpO6DY/s320/2584066892_984726111a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Still together :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got good news, baby! guess what?! im done with my batik coursework &amp;amp; now i just need to concentrate on the 5 boards *yayee* i've snap some picture of it but its with Jennanana now. i will post the pictures on my next entry :D just wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, im getting mine GREEN star hoodies tml. how slawsome is that?! oh yah, be jealous to that someone hokay?! its GREEN, mind you! * evil laugh *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got so fucking pissed off when i was on the way home just now. that biatch just had to board that bus, like there's no any other bus, &amp;amp; after that, she purposely blocked my way. you know, compared mine size with yours, mine is much bigger, i could easily push you away but yet i don't want to with the reason you're my friend sister. i wanted to alight but she blocked my way &amp;amp; i ended up alighting one bus stop after my usual bus stop. how can i not be mad? i could reach home at 3.10 but i ended up reaching at 3.16. a difference of 6 minute &amp;amp; every minute is precious to me. i can do anything with that 6 minutes. i could save the world. another thing is that, i don't like you thats why i got pissed with you easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-198899012474023458?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/198899012474023458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=198899012474023458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/198899012474023458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/198899012474023458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-together.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SH3k2RDw7nI/AAAAAAAABzw/chrwCqpO6DY/s72-c/2584066892_984726111a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-472216758683801213</id><published>2008-07-14T20:24:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:48.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGV_IbdAI/AAAAAAAABus/KKHDPeyRNCI/s1600-h/13072008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222845536404206594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGV_IbdAI/AAAAAAAABus/KKHDPeyRNCI/s200/13072008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY LYNN!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;auntie turns 30 today but has yet to get married. how saddening. *prays* &amp;amp; do you fucking believe that she is 30 years old?! P/S: pictures can be deceiving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIHI7u0pI/AAAAAAAABx0/jxk6PXkLd28/s1600-h/13072008(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847480360522386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIHI7u0pI/AAAAAAAABx0/jxk6PXkLd28/s200/13072008(036).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG AUNTIE&lt;/strong&gt;! the whole family celebrated her birthday together in advance, yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 303px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 448px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* after eating, while waiting for second uncle to arrive * &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtHMcZXUfI/AAAAAAAABw0/IS3RUt9krx0/s1600-h/13072008(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222846471972803058" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtHMcZXUfI/AAAAAAAABw0/IS3RUt9krx0/s200/13072008(027).jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtHMG-a1aI/AAAAAAAABws/NOG_o7WvM6U/s1600-h/13072008(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtHMBgP0iI/AAAAAAAABwk/01rTYXuC7fc/s1600-h/13072008(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtHMIHlcuI/AAAAAAAABwc/ZXj4X-7C8ZI/s1600-h/13072008(025).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* cake time&lt;em&gt; *cut,cut,cut*&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGV5v4ajI/AAAAAAAABuk/LpsTfNH4gpM/s1600-h/13072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222845540414713650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGWOEm7zI/AAAAAAAABu0/bzPCpIqjEkQ/s200/13072008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGwfPqHHI/AAAAAAAABvk/mpdLR7AV1ic/s1600-h/13072008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222845991701060722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGwfPqHHI/AAAAAAAABvk/mpdLR7AV1ic/s200/13072008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGwVCkRPI/AAAAAAAABvc/PGAnFqF0eXU/s1600-h/13072008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222845988961797362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGwVCkRPI/AAAAAAAABvc/PGAnFqF0eXU/s200/13072008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGwE4S0XI/AAAAAAAABvU/VcrJZQjKd4U/s1600-h/13072008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222846272185773586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtHA0IbLhI/AAAAAAAABv0/FZLraatmZ8o/s200/13072008(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the whole family , playing games. they even won some prizes *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJN2wg4OI/AAAAAAAABzA/vkk1B72vlZQ/s1600-h/13072008(053).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222848695252345058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJN2wg4OI/AAAAAAAABzA/vkk1B72vlZQ/s200/13072008(053).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJNbbNouI/AAAAAAAABy4/Z0zCHa_fLlk/s1600-h/13072008(051).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222848687915246306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJNbbNouI/AAAAAAAABy4/Z0zCHa_fLlk/s200/13072008(051).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJODX4CRI/AAAAAAAABzI/1yXceKs3eoY/s1600-h/13072008(054).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222848698638666002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJODX4CRI/AAAAAAAABzI/1yXceKs3eoY/s200/13072008(054).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJOfgC3MI/AAAAAAAABzQ/cJtfXReHDnU/s1600-h/13072008(054).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222848706189122754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJOfgC3MI/AAAAAAAABzQ/cJtfXReHDnU/s200/13072008(054).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIbNBUcGI/AAAAAAAAByk/Tibu2cSMeos/s1600-h/13072008(049).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847825055084642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIbNBUcGI/AAAAAAAAByk/Tibu2cSMeos/s200/13072008(049).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIgXn3aSI/AAAAAAAABys/a5menb3lqf4/s1600-h/13072008(050).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847913800460578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIgXn3aSI/AAAAAAAABys/a5menb3lqf4/s200/13072008(050).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIawSWtxI/AAAAAAAAByc/_sMp85bnzbg/s1600-h/13072008(047).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847817341908754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIawSWtxI/AAAAAAAAByc/_sMp85bnzbg/s200/13072008(047).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* below, is dearest nenek. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIaqnu9II/AAAAAAAAByU/bYMZ_5nulrg/s1600-h/13072008(044).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847815820964994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIaqnu9II/AAAAAAAAByU/bYMZ_5nulrg/s200/13072008(044).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGVkcZ2iI/AAAAAAAABuc/Pay83o8OMBI/s1600-h/13072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* open of the gifts, she was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;elated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtHBIjsvpI/AAAAAAAABwM/0qJQMuM57T8/s1600-h/13072008(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJOtF5b0I/AAAAAAAABzY/OzrhzZnPigU/s1600-h/13072008(056).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222848709837549378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJOtF5b0I/AAAAAAAABzY/OzrhzZnPigU/s200/13072008(056).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJjG4c5kI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZevgB4sXDtc/s1600-h/13072008(058).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222849060357858882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJjG4c5kI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZevgB4sXDtc/s200/13072008(058).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJjQDQo1I/AAAAAAAABzo/ZViJvqzb-6A/s1600-h/13072008(063).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222849062819111762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtJjQDQo1I/AAAAAAAABzo/ZViJvqzb-6A/s200/13072008(063).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im gonna end this post with pictures of mine siblings except for the second one, with the birthday girl :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIGn4TS2I/AAAAAAAABxk/X4rHbMjV5NI/s1600-h/13072008(033).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIaJBb66I/AAAAAAAAByM/BbNOfgjl78Q/s1600-h/13072008(040).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847806801963938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIaJBb66I/AAAAAAAAByM/BbNOfgjl78Q/s200/13072008(040).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIHU6TkUI/AAAAAAAAByE/zyPu0jFjrXc/s1600-h/13072008(039).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847483575767362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIHU6TkUI/AAAAAAAAByE/zyPu0jFjrXc/s200/13072008(039).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIHD_tdzI/AAAAAAAABx8/i02wAAPDkdw/s1600-h/13072008(038).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222847479035033394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtIHD_tdzI/AAAAAAAABx8/i02wAAPDkdw/s200/13072008(038).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD FUN &amp;amp; so do they! &lt;/strong&gt;thanks to the birthday girl herself for organising :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-472216758683801213?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/472216758683801213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=472216758683801213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/472216758683801213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/472216758683801213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHtGV_IbdAI/AAAAAAAABus/KKHDPeyRNCI/s72-c/13072008(009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4914387979454737418</id><published>2008-07-11T22:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:49.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isn't this a little too late? im not sad with you but im sad for all the time i had to waste after i learned the truth. your heart is in the place where i no longer wanna be. i knew, there'd be a day where you'll be set free because im always being sick &amp;amp; tired. your love isn't fair &amp;amp; my dreams won't happened in reality because they are fairytales &amp;amp; fantasy that were torn apart. somewhere along the way, i've lost my piece of mind. my brain is so wired &amp;amp; my eyes are so tired. did i just hear someone tell a lie? did i hear someone's distant cry? you destroyed me with a cry while i was sleeping. im sick of love that never lasts - this kind of love i'm so sick of. i see couples in the window, i watch them till they are gone &amp;amp; they leave me hanging. im love sick. sometimes the silence can lead me thinking, are you true? i think of you &amp;amp; wonder. i'd give anything to be with you. im sick of love, i wish i'd never met you &amp;amp; i'm trying to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first &amp;amp; foremost, i would like to wish ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NURSAHEERA ZEE , HAPPY SWEET 16th BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeDF-YIvVI/AAAAAAAABt8/gGRPjvxJclI/s1600-h/IMG_00861.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeHPuqXr-I/AAAAAAAABuE/rKN9k2tV42Q/s1600-h/IMG_00861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221790997252911074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeHPuqXr-I/AAAAAAAABuE/rKN9k2tV42Q/s200/IMG_00861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is supposed to be yesterday but nevermind, at least, i still wish her on her birthday itself &amp;amp; its a waste you weren't present in school on "your day" . i hope dearest little finger of yours recover &amp;amp; get well, soon! enjoy darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both fatin &amp;amp; eera are back in school today :) welcome back, &lt;strong&gt;ORIX(S)&lt;/strong&gt;! hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news! after this, i don't have to stay back in school everyday anymore because my batik coursework is almost done. next meeting with mr rahim will be the ironing of the batik &amp;amp; afterwhich, i can wrap it alr! i even plan to complete the 5 boards by this week, which i think, i can't because there will be family gathering this weekend &lt;strong&gt;*yayee*&lt;/strong&gt; we will be celebrating auntie's 30th birthday as well. i still haven't got any gifts for her, shall get it over &amp;amp; done with tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* mine batik - i know, its &lt;strong&gt;UGLY&lt;/strong&gt;, right?! so S&lt;strong&gt;HUTUP&lt;/strong&gt;! comments disallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeDFg_pjII/AAAAAAAABts/8Pi3_Vy1CiA/s1600-h/11-07-08_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeDFhMvozI/AAAAAAAABt0/Rt-_IUODhas/s1600-h/11-07-08_1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeHQMVjZLI/AAAAAAAABuU/zfM8WZl_xDs/s1600-h/11-07-08_1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221791005218661554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeHQMVjZLI/AAAAAAAABuU/zfM8WZl_xDs/s200/11-07-08_1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeHPzFm2AI/AAAAAAAABuM/VVGeef7pTao/s1600-h/11-07-08_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221790998440892418" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeHPzFm2AI/AAAAAAAABuM/VVGeef7pTao/s200/11-07-08_1635.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shiat! i have piles of homework waiting for me to get it done. there are English, Maths, Chemistry &amp;amp; especially Mother Tongue which i've been delaying it for a long time. it was given before school close for the June holiday &amp;amp; i can't believe, it is still not yet completed. thats not all, i still have to revise for my upcoming tests &amp;amp; prelims which is next month. oh well, i can only blame myself for getting distracted by the internet &amp;amp; hogging on to the pc for hours &amp;amp; hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, i should go &amp;amp; get some rest now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4914387979454737418?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4914387979454737418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4914387979454737418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4914387979454737418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4914387979454737418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/isnt-this-little-too-late-im-not-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHeHPuqXr-I/AAAAAAAABuE/rKN9k2tV42Q/s72-c/IMG_00861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7811823702795319154</id><published>2008-07-09T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:49.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've found that i'm bound to regret, forget &amp;amp; screw up everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i PURPOSELY didn't bring my EntryProof because i thought they just need either the Ic or the EntryProof. second, i had plan plan plan what to say for the N level English Oral examination &amp;amp; when its my turn to face them, i started stammering. a few eye-contacts were given too &amp;amp; the invigilator had to keep prompting me. surprisingly, the invigilator which everyone said was very rude &amp;amp; even made one of my friend cried, wasn't rude at all &amp;amp; no negative words were being said :) whatever it is, the thang is over. now, i just have to worry for my MotherTounge Oral Examination which is next friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_!_ this is for all the adults. thanks to NEHHH BRO for accompanying me &amp;amp; the short ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHSw5TDomuI/AAAAAAAABtU/Zh7LeE2NeTQ/s1600-h/P11009051111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220992366443797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHSw5TDomuI/AAAAAAAABtU/Zh7LeE2NeTQ/s320/P11009051111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thanks to NEHHH too for the fucking cute little gift :) yesterday night was a memorable one. you know, what we did last night *winks* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: NEHHH is shortform of WANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7811823702795319154?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7811823702795319154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7811823702795319154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7811823702795319154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7811823702795319154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-found-that-im-bound-to-regret_09.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHSw5TDomuI/AAAAAAAABtU/Zh7LeE2NeTQ/s72-c/P11009051111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-1598948915688121451</id><published>2008-07-07T20:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:51.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i gave todays study date with Turhana &amp;amp; Falah a miss. maybe, next time yeah? we will surely catch up on each other, again, someday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO YESTERDAY ! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 304px"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WAWA featuring HIDAYAHB - im green dya! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 454px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIH3_JQdrI/AAAAAAAABqE/n33MCesXAa4/s1600-h/06-07-08_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220243576500287154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIH3_JQdrI/AAAAAAAABqE/n33MCesXAa4/s200/06-07-08_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIH307RNAI/AAAAAAAABqM/eg9mna5yx-A/s1600-h/06-07-08_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220243573757260802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIH307RNAI/AAAAAAAABqM/eg9mna5yx-A/s200/06-07-08_1520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIH3_TfXtI/AAAAAAAABqU/HuH5-Vy5cho/s1600-h/06-07-08_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220243576543207122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIH3_TfXtI/AAAAAAAABqU/HuH5-Vy5cho/s200/06-07-08_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah &amp;amp; I were supposed to go to Bugis &amp;amp; take pictures at KampongGlam but due to her laziness, we ended up at LotOne instead. Our meetup was just a short one because an hour or so after that, i had to go off as O.O had ask me out to IMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O &amp;amp; I went shopping for her 30th Birthday which is on this coming sunday. She even treated me to SecretRecipe but in return, she wants Nintendo DS lite as a gift on her birthday -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 304px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 454px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIVPEgPGI/AAAAAAAABrc/G9EtjFsCwOo/s1600-h/06-07-08_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIVXyo5pI/AAAAAAAABrs/-4oKzMxcWtI/s1600-h/06-07-08_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244081332512402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIVXyo5pI/AAAAAAAABrs/-4oKzMxcWtI/s200/06-07-08_1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIVoFOQtI/AAAAAAAABr0/Rt594VNZrQ4/s1600-h/06-07-08_1723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244085705425618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIVoFOQtI/AAAAAAAABr0/Rt594VNZrQ4/s200/06-07-08_1723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIoie9EOI/AAAAAAAABsE/Sr7pbDdnLh8/s1600-h/06-07-08_2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244410620252386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIoie9EOI/AAAAAAAABsE/Sr7pbDdnLh8/s200/06-07-08_2047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIosVq2wI/AAAAAAAABr8/a4ekbiCU3CY/s1600-h/06-07-08_2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244413265664770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIosVq2wI/AAAAAAAABr8/a4ekbiCU3CY/s200/06-07-08_2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIo2F5TLI/AAAAAAAABsM/OfhlmJBuxwM/s1600-h/06-07-08_2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244415883857074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIo2F5TLI/AAAAAAAABsM/OfhlmJBuxwM/s200/06-07-08_2048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIo0Fu7dI/AAAAAAAABsc/B_7arrJ6vb4/s1600-h/06-07-08_2050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244415346306514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIo0Fu7dI/AAAAAAAABsc/B_7arrJ6vb4/s200/06-07-08_2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIoxo9esI/AAAAAAAABsU/ciOT2Gs0MDE/s1600-h/06-07-08_2049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244414688754370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIIoxo9esI/AAAAAAAABsU/ciOT2Gs0MDE/s200/06-07-08_2049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIJDES2hTI/AAAAAAAABss/L0oAHixaWzk/s1600-h/06-07-08_2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244866372896050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIJDES2hTI/AAAAAAAABss/L0oAHixaWzk/s200/06-07-08_2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIJCzQFo5I/AAAAAAAABsk/BuYcTdUe9Jc/s1600-h/06-07-08_2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220244861797901202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIJCzQFo5I/AAAAAAAABsk/BuYcTdUe9Jc/s200/06-07-08_2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;enjoy looking at the pictures of O.O acting cute :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-1598948915688121451?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/1598948915688121451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=1598948915688121451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1598948915688121451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1598948915688121451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHIH3_JQdrI/AAAAAAAABqE/n33MCesXAa4/s72-c/06-07-08_1519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-1492968245836068401</id><published>2008-07-04T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:52.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stayed back in school till 5pm just now ; wanted to finish up the batik coursework by today but unfortunately there wasn't enough time. 6 hours of waxing, waxing, painting, painting but yet only 3/4 done. almost there but i still need another 6 more hours, then i can wrap it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rahim made my day. he is sucha funny man. i kept laughing &amp;amp; joking &amp;amp; laughing &amp;amp; joking till someone came in &amp;amp; made me so f-pissed-off. who else but mine art teacher?! damn it. he order-ed us around like he's some kind of big boss. i was too f-mad, i left without even saying goodbye or thankyou. the next time, i see you around in school, i won't smile or even say HELLO to you instead i'll give you a black face. mark my words (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHA7WNFweII/AAAAAAAABpM/rIaJqm4XMV4/s1600-h/03072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219737220779374722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHA7WNFweII/AAAAAAAABpM/rIaJqm4XMV4/s320/03072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHA7WbfjM5I/AAAAAAAABpU/09bE7jUCvo0/s1600-h/DSC06672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219737224645653394" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHA7WbfjM5I/AAAAAAAABpU/09bE7jUCvo0/s320/DSC06672.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" nail on the finger with blood around "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the cause of it - partly. to whoever-who-knew-about-this : before there is any misunderstanding or of kept on blaming me, let me say this first. i didn't mean to harm her or what. it was an accident &amp;amp; you can't turn back the time, can you? i've felt v guilty &amp;amp; is sorry about this but if you guys are not happy with it, thats your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt : do not play with the f door/gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened when we were inside the p.e room, after she got in. she was closing the gate &amp;amp; it got stuck. so tell me, am i to blame for the whole thang? im not unhappy or what, i just want to know. i do admit, im partly the reason of this. but who knows, you guys might be gossiping behind my back &amp;amp; accusing me but yet didn't know the full story, right? P/S: im not referring this to anyone! NOT. but if you think, i am, well, that's too bad. oh btw, the victim is Saheera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-1492968245836068401?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/1492968245836068401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=1492968245836068401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1492968245836068401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1492968245836068401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-stayed-back-in-school-till-5pm-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SHA7WNFweII/AAAAAAAABpM/rIaJqm4XMV4/s72-c/03072008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6980875409252656472</id><published>2008-07-02T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:52.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to school with dark, sleepy eyes. i couldn't sleep last night. i kept turning &amp;amp; tossing. i did catch a few hours of sleep but it wasn't enough. that explains why i didn't smile, laugh early in the morning like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to my normal-self after the first period. i even gave a new name to Firdaus : " kegelapan " which means too dark ; like the dark of the sky at night. Eera never fails to sing for me with her no-tone-singing &amp;amp; we couldn't resist the "temptation" that Fatin gave us. i kept muching on it &amp;amp; there was no more left till recess. B tried to make me laugh &amp;amp; she failed but i had no choice, i gave her a fake laugh instead. lessons after mt onwards was the best. Mastuty was busy explaining about the N Malay Oral but we ; me, shahidah (the mastermind) , hidayah, saheera &amp;amp; nadiah, were busy playing this game which made us burst laughing loud, here &amp;amp; there throughout the lesson. i was matchmake with Cling2 for 2times. the laughters dosen't stop there, it continued till history. next was hidayah who made the joke on kisses of the butt &amp;amp; B ; 3times only because she had to go off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time now : 5:20pm *pause blogging for awhile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im back. time now : 6:28pm&lt;br /&gt;i was blogging halfway when i received a miss call from hidayah B. i called her back &amp;amp; to my suprise she's been standing outside of her house eversinced she got back because there's nobody at home to open &amp;amp; she didn't bring her house key. how SILLY! shahidah &amp;amp; i accompanied her through the phone all the way. we talked about herB, misunderstandings with each other during the holiday, how i feel awkward &amp;amp; uncomfortable telling you babes about my problems ; i did rather you find out them then me telling you all &amp;amp; both of us even realised, we've not been going out together lately, spend time talking on the phone &amp;amp; stuff. i even confess &amp;amp; told her straight forwardly on some stuffs. i hope you won't take it to heart, right? you know, i love you :D we'll enjoy again this weekend, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been delaying this entry till now : 8:53pm &amp;amp; below are the pictures during the E.C.P outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SGt7LQasruI/AAAAAAAABos/PY0k2Us53dA/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218400026554576610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SGt7LQasruI/AAAAAAAABos/PY0k2Us53dA/s200/Image176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SGt7Lhc78CI/AAAAAAAABo0/78eo1GKO-fc/s1600-h/Image178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218400031127367714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SGt7Lhc78CI/AAAAAAAABo0/78eo1GKO-fc/s200/Image178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( we look so masai!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6980875409252656472?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6980875409252656472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6980875409252656472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6980875409252656472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6980875409252656472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-school-with-dark-sleepy-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SGt7LQasruI/AAAAAAAABos/PY0k2Us53dA/s72-c/Image176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4601595194417807434</id><published>2008-07-01T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:37:46.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i texted boyfriend early in the morning, wishing him a happy 2nd monthsary but there wasn't any replies. i even tried calling him up but failed to get through. wherever you're baby, i just want to know, you're still my other half &amp;amp; i love you. i hope you're still alive, safe &amp;amp; sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime my phone rings, i keep checking if its your number that will appear. i keep checking if its your text i receive. im not gonna lie to myself. i can't keep lying, i ain't strong but i have to be. no matter how fragile i am, i still have to live, without you beside me, without having felt your touch again, without having see your smile again. i wished for you to never walk away, to never leave, to always be here for me. it's impossible. 14 days of being disconnected with you &amp;amp; im still praying for your homecoming. i musn't breakdown, i have to pull through this tears &amp;amp; pain. i must. i believe i will make it through. just let me have the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i cab-ed home because i was rushing for time. met falah first but i was late. afterwhich, we trained down to Novena &amp;amp; met turhana there. we were supposed to go &amp;amp; visit an old friend who had just met with an accident at Tan Tock Seng but guess what when we reach her ward. Lela , the patient , wasn't at her bed &amp;amp; i had the feeling that she has alr been discharged &amp;amp; I WAS RIGHT! turhana tried calling Said, the informer of this whole thang but couldn't get through so we tried asking the staff there &amp;amp; they said that she was alr discharged. dissapointed enough. i was looking forward to see her &amp;amp; her condition. at that point of time, i felt that it was just a wasted trip but i was wrong ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to Velocity &amp;amp; had lunch at LJS. we did alot of catching up on each others life. after 3 going 4 years seperated, now we're back together, i hope this will last. i also got alot of information on the others who wasn't there through turhana. she has been contacting with the others, alot. eventhough, she migrate to Malaysia for a year &amp;amp; so, yet she could still keep in touch with the rest. afterwhich, we went window-shopping for awhile but yet while walking, we still talk about our past &amp;amp; that goes on &amp;amp; on, even in the train, the journey home, we were still on it. this thang will be continued on monday because we're meeting again (!!) we're going studying together. how awhhhsome :D im looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my 2 months with falah &amp;amp; turhana. weird but true. thanks you guys : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4601595194417807434?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4601595194417807434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4601595194417807434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4601595194417807434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4601595194417807434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-texted-boyfriend-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-214221895740782569</id><published>2008-06-29T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:58:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tell you im going f mad because of you. you're sharpening my heart again, there's already a whole half gone. can't you see or sense that my heart is bleeding? im sick again. not sick, not tired, just going backwards. im going to leave the Highway of Love soon because im unable to endure it. it's two days away to our 2nd monthsary but yet you're still nowhere in sight. i've been going around in circles all this while &amp;amp; the relationship is not getting anywhere. you left me once but this time will be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the laughter, tears, arguments, touching words, the calls, conversations till 2-4am in the morning, the times when we were feeling -----, weird dreams we had about each other, when you knew how to put a smile on my face, made me feel loved, failed to touch me, made me happy. you were the only one that i could tell everything to, you were the one that was always there. do you have any idea how tired i am of everything, of feeling this way, thinking about you, crying over you, wasting my time, making p.romises, keeping commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my conscience said , " slap yourself, what are you waiting for? move on without him "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;im having my best laughs now. i was right in saying " i absolutely believe in karma &amp;amp; you'll get your retribution one day " ain't i? what goes around, comes around my dear girl. you're suffering now aren't you? that should teach you a lesson not to interfere &amp;amp; being a cheap woman. be miserable now, slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-214221895740782569?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/214221895740782569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=214221895740782569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/214221895740782569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/214221895740782569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-tell-you-im-going-f-mad-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3921026081590779871</id><published>2008-06-27T16:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:46:42.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored. time now : 3.40pm &amp;amp; i just got back like an hour ago. im blogging because i have nothing else to do. using the pc is sucha bore. im supposed to go out with that little brat but guess what when i reached home. she told me that she's too lazy to accompany me to go out. i was like, FUCK YOU MANNNN (!) im supposed to accompany shahidah at westmall but halfway i left her because of this &amp;amp; now you told me, you don't want to go. you should've told me earlier! so tell me people, what am i supposed to do now?! im superbored, get me something to do (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, today is sucha boring day because mine dearest B didn't turn up for school but my i-thought-dull-morning was awwhhsome. it was saved by saheera tan :) but still the rest of the day was borinnggg because there's nobody to make me laugh so hard except for sha &amp;amp; dya but that lasted only for awhile. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i f know the meaning of NOMAD alr, YESMAD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEEEEEEQAH ; CHEAP WOMAN. I KNOW YOU'LL BE READING THIS! IF YOU'VE BEEN VIEWING MY FRIENDSTER, YOU MUST HAVE BEEN CHECKING FOR UPDATES ON MY BLOG TOO RIGHT? YOU &amp;amp; HIM : HISTORY, GETIT? POMPAN SUNDAL, KAU TU EY CUME EX MATAER AKU, NOMORE THAN THAT! APE LAGY KAU NAK?! NOW, KAU TEKEJA2 KAN DIER BALEK, NAPE? LEPAS PE KAU DA BUAT PAT DIE, KAU BUSTED DIE, KAU PIKIR DIE NAK KAU BALEK AH?! OVER MY DEAD BODY BITCH, YOU WON'T BE CONNECTED TO HIM ANYMORE. YOU THINK BY WRITING ALL THAT SHITS, LOVE WORDS FOR HIM &amp;amp; PUTTING UP PICTURES OF YOU GUYS, WHICH IS LIKE SO LONG TIME AGO, WILL MAKE HIM CHANGE HIS MIND &amp;amp; ACCEPT YOU BACK?! EVEN IF I FOUGHT WITH HIM, EVEN IF WE BROKE UP, THATS NON OF YOUR F BUSINESS AH GIRL. WE WON'T FALL OUT JUST BECAUSE OF A TINY WINY MATTER. I STILL LOVE HIM &amp;amp; I WON'T GIVE UP JUST LIKE THAT. I WILL FIGHT WITH YOU TILL THE END &amp;amp; MAKE SURE THAT AT THE END OF THE DAY, I'LL BE THE WINNER. SINCED YOU LIKE TO VIEW ME SO MUCH, GO ON GIRL, NANTI KAU YANG SAKET ATI, NOT ME :) YOU'RE JUST A CHEAP WOMAN YANG DESPERATE FOR A KONEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK WHY BUT ALL MY BOYFRIENDS, WHICH ARE MY EX(S) NOW, THEIR EX'S, MOSTLY, BEHAVE LIKE A GOD-DAMN BITCH. I MEAN SLUT. BITCH SOUNDS SO WRONG, SLUT SUITS THEM BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh btw, happy 40th birthday to uncle &amp;amp; happy 41st anni to grandmum&amp;amp;granddad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3921026081590779871?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3921026081590779871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3921026081590779871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3921026081590779871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3921026081590779871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5005090366069389895</id><published>2008-06-26T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:44:15.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO DAYS NON-STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been laughing ON &amp;amp; ON &amp;amp; ON. seems that mine good mood is back. shahidah even tegur-ed me on that &amp;amp; thats definitely a positive sign. i've been highing in school, laughing non-stop, like a mad woman. stares everywhere &amp;amp; im alr used to it. credits goes out to the people around me &amp;amp; of course, darling grilfriends of mine esp mine B ; from the starting till the end of school she's been the one making me go OHLALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stickers from the drugs-free thang made me burst laughing, yesterday. edward was the mastermind. he wrote all sorts of nonsensical stuffs, which when people read it, they will go LAUGH OUT LOUD &amp;amp; afterwhich, he will pass the thang &amp;amp; ask other people to paste it on other people's back. i kept laughing out loud when other got bullied &amp;amp; labelled but when it comes to me, i got so scared, i kept touching my while body to see if there's any of that f stuff. afterawhile, i couldn't take it, i ran across the room &amp;amp; went to the back of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, eera &amp;amp; B was the one who made me laugh so hard. B got posessed form eera who've been connecting to the "underwaterworld" - she actually meant afterworld/afterlife but instead she said underwaterworld. she even invented a word like this : eff+you+see+kay+why+oh+you - GET IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us : HIDAYAH * shouts out her name real loud *&lt;br /&gt;her : what?&lt;br /&gt;us : FARTS * laugh out louds*&lt;br /&gt;(lame or what, idc, what i know, i had fun disturbing her &amp;amp; *LOL)&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't get it, hahahaha. it's an inside joke. only us knows :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5005090366069389895?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5005090366069389895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5005090366069389895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5005090366069389895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5005090366069389895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-days-non-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3420865146139385176</id><published>2008-06-24T19:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:28:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just so you know, this few days (even though its only the starting of the week has just been pain, torture, hurt &amp;amp; more pain. i've been plastering a smile on my face &amp;amp; is too weak to pretend anymore. if you ask me " are you okay " &amp;amp; i say yes, if you ask me to " be strong " &amp;amp; i say i will, if you ask me to " cheer up " &amp;amp; i say i'm fine, i think one day, i'll get tired of having to lie to everyone. no one really understands what im going through, what my actions been trying to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are not what it seems. i do things with a reason &amp;amp; made mistakes which i don't realize. sometimes, i say things i don't mean. dosen't mean when im quiet, i don't care. dosen't mean when im quiet, i've nothing to say. when im quiet, i have too many things to say &amp;amp; i do not now where to start. when im quiet, it mean im missing you when you all are actually by my side. idk why it bother me so much when it seems like you don't. i smile, when im sad. i laugh when i feel like crying. im useless but rest assured, i'll still be there for you all when you need me or in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Epit for keeping me going in school today :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im hating every single emotion im having inside me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3420865146139385176?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3420865146139385176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3420865146139385176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3420865146139385176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3420865146139385176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-so-you-know-this-few-days-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-720184042950215338</id><published>2008-06-18T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:39:15.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OUTING TO ECP WITH&lt;/strong&gt; dearest :&lt;br /&gt;nuratikah,nurhidayah,shahidah,nadiah,syakir,alifridwan,rasheed,luqmanhakiim,&lt;br /&gt;khairulanwar,firdaus &amp;amp; marco :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it starts out well but ends up like a bitch(!) some fucking idiot(s) just had to make my blood boils &amp;amp; so things screwed up. i shan't elaborate more. thanks-to-whoever-who-organise-the-ClingCling-activity, i've been smiling widely till now. no group photo. thanks to mine B for accompanying &amp;amp; making me laugh, all the way. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to babylove too for listening to my heartpain, comforting me, hearing me complain on all sorts of stuff, shouting vulgars &amp;amp; crying over the phone. till now, i still wish that Friday,the 13th would never end. i will post the pictures of us soon because he's holding on to it right now. iloveyou-wholeheartedly, honeyb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-720184042950215338?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/720184042950215338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=720184042950215338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/720184042950215338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/720184042950215338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/06/outing-to-ecp-with-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2060181372330992957</id><published>2008-06-07T11:00:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spend two whole days going out with dearest girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtTR0OftTI/AAAAAAAABlE/i1o8CzqFpXI/s1600-h/img_superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209348959526434098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtTR0OftTI/AAAAAAAABlE/i1o8CzqFpXI/s200/img_superhero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend the whole day at CitySquare, JB, with girlfriend &amp;amp; we went there without the accompaniment of any adult. HOW COOL IS THAT? our purpose was to catch What Happens In Vegas. as usual, upon reaching, we head to the cinema &amp;amp; tried to book the tickets hoping that we could get the best seats but unfortunately, What Happens In Vegas wasn't screening there anymore. dissapointed enough. after much discussion, we decided to catch ; Superhero Movie. it was a 3.5/5 for me but definitely worth my 5RM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftermath, we went shopping, shopping, shopping at Innercity ; 2nd version of Bugis Street. Cool ya know but the disadvantage is, prices for the stuffs there if converted to singapore, it's the same. either a few bucks cheaper or much more expensive. so we went to almost every store but nothing really caught my eyes except for this particular store which sells a whole bunch of pretty hoodies. OHMYFUCKINGGAY(!) i got all oh-so-sexcited when i saw them. after this, im gonna save up every single of my money just to get the hoodies. after we got all we wanted, we head to this place called Vivo &amp;amp; had our lunch there. chilled for awhile &amp;amp; head home. oh, before that, i drop at F's crib for awhile to get my long awaited homemade brownies which dearest sha has made especially for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtTSO872BI/AAAAAAAABlM/lFgiXFMLryE/s1600-h/img_vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209348966700537874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtTSO872BI/AAAAAAAABlM/lFgiXFMLryE/s200/img_vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was spend with girlfriend, AGAIN (!!) morning, we had maths class &amp;amp; there was girlfriend. in the afternoon, girlfriend &amp;amp; i head to cine to catch What Happens In Vegas because that is the only cineplex screening that movie. being a veryyy kiasu people &amp;amp; hoping that we will get what we wanted, we head straight to book the tickets. unfortunately, we didn't get the best seat because others have gotten it way earlier than us but at least the seats that we got are still acceptable. the movie was 5/5 for me. definitely a must-watch &amp;amp; i didn't regret coming all the way there just to catch it. aftermath, we thought of catching another movie ; Made Of Honour but the seats we got was way to front so we gave it a miss but definitely we will be catching it another day. we then head to LJS &amp;amp; had our lunch. girlfriend made a fool of herself there *laughs* she know, i know but the public dosen't because girlfriend dosen't allow me to write about it but that really made me laugh so hard, all the wayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, both days, i had a hell great time. thankyou dya girlfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtiqjbwNBI/AAAAAAAABoM/zyjXeyADzsY/s200/Image151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtibQUo_bI/AAAAAAAABnU/vyLEegnOei4/s1600-h/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209365614361640370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtibQUo_bI/AAAAAAAABnU/vyLEegnOei4/s200/Image144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwanted candid photos that was forced to be put up here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtiqQmWKHI/AAAAAAAABn8/VfpvgE2eqxc/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209365872133941362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtiqQmWKHI/AAAAAAAABn8/VfpvgE2eqxc/s200/Image149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEtibDds97I/AAAAAAAABnM/m5PPpMngLqc/s1600-h/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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at my previous entry. i&lt;br /&gt;'ve watch Congkak &amp;amp; to me another dissapointment. it's the same as Jangan Pandang Belakang only difference this time round is the sound effects ; it was great. everyone was screaming but we were the noisiest bunch there. we were screaming like nobodys business &amp;amp; it nearly gave me a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the-next-a-must-to-catch: you don't mess with the ZOHAN,penelope,get smart,made of honour,forgetting sarah marshall,wedding daze ; anyone wanna join &amp;amp; movie-marathon-ing all the way (?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2060181372330992957?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2060181372330992957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4950452191077213606</id><published>2008-06-01T19:05:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:55:55.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our relationship is still alive &amp;amp; kicking &amp;amp; the evidence is - we turned one month today(!) but i have the feeling won't last because we just had out 1st argument on our 1st monthsary. soon we'll be finding ourself struggling with it &amp;amp; end up going seperate ways. i've made the wrong choice in accepting you. i should have accept the fact of what has happened &amp;amp; from there move on SLOWLY. i rushed in this relationship, i rushed in the making the move of accepting you as my boyfriend. i do not have the faith that this will work out. baby, you'll hear me saying " im sick &amp;amp; tired of love " again, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my holiday isn't like a holiday at all (!) its been filled with going back to school for intensive classes. first week was mostly with racking of the brain for my art N level major project which im halfway done. im glad, its over -temporary-. this thang will be continued again on the third &amp;amp; fourth week. whats more, teacher said that when school re-opens, batik students will have to stay back everyday till 4/6 without fail. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; WIDTH: 462px; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 444px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azhar, the "&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;" who has been torture-ing us &amp;amp; girlfriend's "priceless face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCzN1WVqI/AAAAAAAABjM/FiU1e385yFg/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206867935592076962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCzN1WVqI/AAAAAAAABjM/FiU1e385yFg/s200/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKDAxydW-I/AAAAAAAABjc/Vt7DuGxllb4/s1600-h/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206868168581929954" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKDAxydW-I/AAAAAAAABjc/Vt7DuGxllb4/s200/Image134.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;our batik drawings -in progress- ; mine on the left, girlfriend's on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCy5F70tI/AAAAAAAABi8/lXxuxcL_Tw8/s1600-h/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206867930024497874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCy5F70tI/AAAAAAAABi8/lXxuxcL_Tw8/s200/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCzAps7UI/AAAAAAAABjE/PVlj6eWXMWQ/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206867932053564738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCzAps7UI/AAAAAAAABjE/PVlj6eWXMWQ/s200/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIRLFRIEND &amp;amp; _ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCzVvsOrI/AAAAAAAABjU/39jE4-TdmzM/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCzVvsOrI/AAAAAAAABjU/39jE4-TdmzM/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206867937715829426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKCzVvsOrI/AAAAAAAABjU/39jE4-TdmzM/s200/Image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEUrj2bU9uI/AAAAAAAABkc/kIm-TfOcH9o/s1600-h/Image0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207616439029397218" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEUrj2bU9uI/AAAAAAAABkc/kIm-TfOcH9o/s200/Image0391.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEKDi9zTGNI/AAAAAAAABj0/H2BQAt4qDNk/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4950452191077213606?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4950452191077213606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4950452191077213606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4950452191077213606'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;250508&lt;/strong&gt; - yesterday's kendarat was UNDESCRIBEABLE(!) better than expected. dya found the last minute replacement. oh, im just oh-too-lazy to type :) let the pictures explain everything. just know, i had a f-hell lots of fun &amp;amp; laughter with them especially the girlfriends *winks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: scroll down for more beautifool pictures :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 311px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 400px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEHgi_hsiCI/AAAAAAAABbg/SdXFWYOBduM/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206689535989942306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEHgi_hsiCI/AAAAAAAABbg/SdXFWYOBduM/s200/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEJRuXOySJI/AAAAAAAABhk/AL-nEkWH_P8/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206813976145578130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEJRuXOySJI/AAAAAAAABhk/AL-nEkWH_P8/s200/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEJRuwntdvI/AAAAAAAABhs/VmvLYZiTJtU/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206813982961006322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEJRuwntdvI/AAAAAAAABhs/VmvLYZiTJtU/s200/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;CREDITS to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;NURHIDAYAH BTE RAHMAT&lt;/span&gt; (the one in white with medium length hair) for EVERYTHING(!) it was oh-so-awesome :) if it wasn't for her who requested &amp;amp; organised all this, i couldn't have experienced all this FUN(!) the tiredness,cramps &amp;amp; aches are just WORTH IT(!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3890838178701541127?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3890838178701541127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3890838178701541127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3890838178701541127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3890838178701541127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-patient-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SEHgi_hsiCI/AAAAAAAABbg/SdXFWYOBduM/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7438835788150176618</id><published>2008-05-23T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:11:53.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i skipped school, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today :&lt;br /&gt;school turns out to be way better than immagined &amp;amp; with the accompany of girlfriends it becomes even better &amp;amp; better. swear, i love them eventhough sometimes they just get on my nerves. no matter how sad, how angry, how dissapointed i am with you guys, you guys will always remain as my girlfriends. the best damn thang that i could i ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mine PTM during recess. momma came at the wrong time. okay, my bad, i gave her the wrong information. after 3 years of PTM &amp;amp; with me by momma side, this is my first time, i cried during the parents-teacher convo. why? not because of my result. okay, part of it is because of my results. imagined, i only pass two out of six subject &amp;amp; thanks to mr azhar, he failed me art. mostly, because of all the sayings momma told to mr mazlee. im touched, very, after i heard everything. i couldn't control my tears so tears start flowing non-stop. i really, really need to work hard this time round. *sighs* im sorry momma if i've dissapointed you :( i will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to endure for three more months &amp;amp; thats it. i just need someone to motivate me to work harder, to study. &amp;amp; the support. thanks momma for supporting me from behind all this while. i'll to prove to you that im able to do it. &amp;amp; thanks to girlfriends who are willing to coach me in my weak subjects. i owe you babes.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what i've just heard is not true. tell me that gay is not going for the kendarat. NOT! fuck him. i'd rather have firdaus around then him. so hidayah told me again that almost everyone is backing-out. i doubt she can get any replacement for this last minute thang. if they can't turn up, they should have informed her earlier. so irresponsible. now what? from 8 people decrease to _ (insert-your-own-number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend say " lets meet up tml morning like the other time"&lt;br /&gt;i say " we'll see how :) "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7438835788150176618?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7438835788150176618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7438835788150176618&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='html'>i didn't bring myself forward to school today as was to lethargic after yesterdays outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was public holiday so ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SDIfxbIOojI/AAAAAAAABXc/Fu21DGbWlgM/s1600-h/ayat-ayat-cinta-the-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202255453522666034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SDIfxbIOojI/AAAAAAAABXc/Fu21DGbWlgM/s320/ayat-ayat-cinta-the-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shahidah, F and boyfriend &amp;amp; i went to catch ayat-ayat cinta (verses of love) at causeway point as planned earlier. overall, the movie was nice &amp;amp; it did made me cry! i would rate it 5/5. the 10 bucks is worthable spend on this movie &amp;amp; now, im having the second thoughts on watching it AGAIN! only maybe this time round with boyfriend? *gee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were worried sick that the movie will be full house so being a typical singaporean, the first thang we do upon reaching is to get our long awaited tickets. luckly, there's still more than enough. we then kill time by walking aound the mall. shops at causeway are super boring &amp;amp; i think they should upgrade themselves. time check was 2.20pm so we head back &amp;amp; grab-ed our popcorns, drinks &amp;amp; we actually got in at the perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich we had our lunch-cum-dinner at Banquet. arcade here &amp;amp; there, a little talk outside causeway &amp;amp; finally, we settled everything at the bustops. our conversations may be dull for now because we've just patch up &amp;amp; there is still some awkwardness. it takes time, my dear. once again, the day is save! we're still friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, what you gonna do about it shorty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SDIfxbIOojI/AAAAAAAABXc/Fu21DGbWlgM/s72-c/ayat-ayat-cinta-the-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6833232583678595423</id><published>2008-05-18T21:29:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:02.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POST-EXAM-ACTIVITIES - tourism &amp;amp; travel course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day&lt;/strong&gt; : visit to singapore poly for the tourism &amp;amp; travel course. learn the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd day&lt;/strong&gt; : visit to singapore tourism board followed by sentosa (images of singapore) i super hate the tour guide. she got an AP which stands for ATTITUDE PROBLEM. she wasn't happy with the technical boys because of the "cashino" thang &amp;amp; yet she so called "vent her anger" on us. what the fuck? take up an english class &amp;amp; pronounce properly. its CASINO, my dear not CASHINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd day&lt;/strong&gt;: there wasn't any school for students who took up tourism &amp;amp; travel course, so hidayah &amp;amp; i went to penin followed by bugis for our shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th day&lt;/strong&gt;: went to shatec. all of us thought it was the shatec which is located near bukit view sec &amp;amp; batok ite. so much of a misunderstanding. it was actually, shatec hotel, SHAVILLA. we had to practice social grace &amp;amp; social attiquette. it feels so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SDIL0bIOoDI/AAAAAAAABTc/BzDKkdS_Kc8/s1600-h/1Image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202233514829717554" 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY SATUDAY WAS FILLED WITH FUN! I HAD A GREAT TIME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming nicely when i received a call from boyfriend. thereafter, we found ourself under my crib in the wee hours of the morning. we had nowhere to go so we head to macd just opposite my crib &amp;amp; had out breakfast ; sausage mcgriddles with egg &amp;amp; coffee is simply heavening. we were joking around when suddenly he whispered " in this wee hours of the morning, the time where i miss you the most of all " afterwhich we got back to my crib because the gorgeous sun will rise anytime soon. before he left, he said " i swear, as long as im with you, i'll only use her if im in NEED &amp;amp; if a guy truly loves her woman, he wouldn't put her on the motorcycle " SHOCK as it seems.prolly he noticed the change in my facial expression when i saw his precious baby, that's why he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home, i went back to sleep. at nine in the afternoon, hidayah msg-ed saying that her momma asked if i would like to tag along to JB to watch IRONMAN! instanly, i jumped out of bed &amp;amp; got ready. luckly, momma let me go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, this is my FIRST time travelling outta singapore. it feels SO CREEPY in malaysia everywhere we go, we got stared, like some kind of superstar. we head straight to city square &amp;amp; upon reaching, we booked the tickets followed by lunch &amp;amp; roaming around the mall. aftermath, it was time to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199502439615471634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SChX67IOoBI/AAAAAAAABTM/02fJp2mE7h8/s320/ironmannn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;tagline :&lt;strong&gt; HEROES AREN'T BORN. THEY'RE BUILT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONMAN was way better than expected &amp;amp; of course its a-MUST-WATCH-movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we roam around again. the apperals there really caught my eye but too bad i couldn't get my hands on any*INSERT-SAD-FACE* we bought some food &amp;amp; head home. it was a long but enjoyable day! throughout the outing, hidayah's momma was the one who sponsor for everything. thank you so much. i would like to tag along again, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's SUNDAY. HAPPY MOMMAS DAY to my one &amp;amp; only momma! as well as to all mothers in this whole wide world! i hope momma &amp;amp; grandmomma like the gifts. i told boyfriend off when he said he wanna get something for his "mother-in-law" :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6388829286646153752?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6388829286646153752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6388829286646153752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6388829286646153752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6388829286646153752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-saturday-was-filled-with-fun-i-had_11.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SChX67IOoBI/AAAAAAAABTM/02fJp2mE7h8/s72-c/ironmannn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6810002739060568403</id><published>2008-05-09T23:38:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:03.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today, went out with sister, wiyah, to find gifts for mother's day. our 50 bucks gone just like that. god. below is the picture of us - was on our way home &amp;amp; was teaching her how to make the keroh eyes. sorry for our muker tak perlu eh! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1nm66dNI/AAAAAAAABSM/O-0zKJ_3R1c/s1600-h/09-05-08_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1n266dOI/AAAAAAAABSU/ClJNyNOXS5Y/s1600-h/09-05-08_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1V266dFI/AAAAAAAABRM/94KesLuJruI/s1600-h/09-05-08_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198408888272712786" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="195" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1V266dFI/AAAAAAAABRM/94KesLuJruI/s200/09-05-08_1655.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1WW66dGI/AAAAAAAABRU/WX46HjcJ9zg/s1600-h/09-05-08_1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198408896862647394" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="192" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1WW66dGI/AAAAAAAABRU/WX46HjcJ9zg/s200/09-05-08_1654.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1J266dEI/AAAAAAAABRE/s31FpkCq6Oo/s1600-h/09-05-08_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198408682114282562" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1J266dEI/AAAAAAAABRE/s31FpkCq6Oo/s200/09-05-08_1656.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1Wm66dHI/AAAAAAAABRc/BJ4UyQGOVvw/s1600-h/09-05-08_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198408901157614706" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="196" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1Wm66dHI/AAAAAAAABRc/BJ4UyQGOVvw/s200/09-05-08_1653.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1Jm66dDI/AAAAAAAABQ8/iUiSr_g5s7s/s1600-h/09-05-08_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198408677819315250" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1Jm66dDI/AAAAAAAABQ8/iUiSr_g5s7s/s200/09-05-08_1657.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1I266dAI/AAAAAAAABQk/BL7wvELburo/s1600-h/09-05-08_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1Wm66dII/AAAAAAAABRk/I5o3GqLx6Z8/s1600-h/09-05-08_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1W266dJI/AAAAAAAABRs/W2WJ4fzOcmk/s1600-h/09-05-08_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1I266dBI/AAAAAAAABQs/-11QlmxvKo8/s1600-h/09-05-08_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCSDFW66dQI/AAAAAAAABSk/bz9MqU9bADM/s1600-h/09-05-08_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198423997967660290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCSDFW66dQI/AAAAAAAABSk/bz9MqU9bADM/s200/09-05-08_1701.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, met boyfriend under the crib. he was roaming around my neighbourhood before that. for what also i don't know &amp;amp; i don't care. he passed me a gift with a letter included in it. after, i left him without even saying goodbye. till now, i've yet to open &amp;amp; read it. should i fucking read it? or should i just leave the damn fucking stuff aside? i even off-ed my phone unpurposely. low battery &amp;amp; i just heck care to go &amp;amp; charge it. i bet, boyfriend have been trying to call me &amp;amp; get through &amp;amp; sending msgs after msgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just don't get it, what is going through in their mind. a guy was riding on the road with his babe. his babe was acting like a fucking slut infront of me but he was there smiling away at ME?! GOD! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS HE THINKING MAN?! YOUR BABE IS ACTING LIKE ONE GOD DAMN FUCKING SLUT BUT YOU ARE THERE, SMILING AWAY AT ME INSTEAD OF ENTERTAINING HER FUCKING ATTITUDE?! WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN? SUPPOSINGLY, I DON'T HAVE, WHAT SHE HAVE. suddenly, the thought of boyfriend came across my mind. does boyfriend act that way too? questions after questions running through mine mind. that's why, i told boyfriend never to use her precious baby again. suprisingly, he heed it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check : 12:53am&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it anymore. im tired &amp;amp; aching all over. im going to sleep &amp;amp; i don't wish to dream of anyone/thing. LET ME HAVE A GOOD SLEEP JUST FOR TONIGHT, PLEASE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6810002739060568403?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6810002739060568403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6810002739060568403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6810002739060568403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6810002739060568403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/05/readers-ignore-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCR1V266dFI/AAAAAAAABRM/94KesLuJruI/s72-c/09-05-08_1655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7149601178755108105</id><published>2008-05-08T19:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:03.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCMCuULYQ4I/AAAAAAAABOk/moyGKoRbbuI/s1600-h/DHEQIS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198001389629358978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCMCuULYQ4I/AAAAAAAABOk/moyGKoRbbuI/s320/DHEQIS1.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one my heart and soul confided in&lt;br /&gt;the one i felt the safest with&lt;br /&gt;the one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again&lt;br /&gt;and let the light back in&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girlfriends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go over to hidayah's house. i was excited, very, because this will be a so called girlfriends or should i say, dheQisfam gathering after a long time. eventhough we see each other in school everyday but everyone is busy with each other "stuffs". im glad, one of mine dearest girlfriend still remember that we're still dheQIS- so i happily thought this must be the time, for us to catch up with each other's life again but i was wrong. it hit me so hard, it didn't turn out to be like how i imagine it was supposed to be. in the end, everything was screwed. P/S: i even cancel my date with boyfriend because of this. now he refuses to talk to me *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried for an hour just now, and im still crying while typing this out, after i saw pieces and pieces of neoprints falling out from the wardrobe. the picture of me and you - it reminds me of the past. you're were my dearest sidekick- wherever you go, there will always be me and wherever i go, there will always be you. you were my only sunshine back then. how i miss those times. i miss going around the neighbourhood &amp;amp; gossiping with you. i miss making alot of noise at the rc corner near our place or under the deserted void deck of mine and calling up our dearest brother telling him how much we misses him. i miss waking up early in the morning to catch the 6.20 945 bus just to go to school with you. i miss boarding 945 and spinning through the journey rather than droping at our respective bustops after three stops. i just miss every single thing. but thanks to you, you made big trouble. i've forgiven you but i'll doubt that we'll be together again. i just don't have the courage to stand up and talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old friend, can i hold you? there was so many things i wish i had said. i ment to love you but i hurt you instead. i've come there to make amence. can i sit down beside you? can we be close again? im hopping that you will feel this way to cause i miss you old friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYEs officially over yesterday. i thought i would only screw up the important subjects but i screw mine art paper as well. was struggling through the very last minute. i did complete it but wasn't good. oh well, it's just for sa1, no big deal, right? because sa1 won't be counted for Ns. how silly of wani! she thought mye would be counted for N and she work her ass off for all her paper. guess, she'll be getting good grades for her mye yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml will be a busy day. we'll be finding the perfect gift for mother's day. mother's day on the eleventh. if i was still attached with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"him"&lt;/span&gt;, we'll be 2 years this sunday.wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7149601178755108105?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7149601178755108105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7149601178755108105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7149601178755108105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7149601178755108105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-my-heart-and-soul-confided-in-one-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SCMCuULYQ4I/AAAAAAAABOk/moyGKoRbbuI/s72-c/DHEQIS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2796328233444366622</id><published>2008-05-02T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:48:46.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know where to start. i haven't been updating for a very long period of time. the days been filled with going to school for exams then back home, entertained by tv, study and sleep. people out there are cracking their head studying for exams, im here enjoying myself and not bothering much. i love it this way. and all the more the months are getting nearer to n level. im so not worried at all. i know it sounds so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa1 will be over after next week and i have one bloody paper left- art :] glad that combine humans, maths &amp;amp; science papers are over. im so going to flunk for all the papers especially combine humans. history, section b - essay, i only wrote 3 pathetic lines of an answer to a question which worth 25 marks. &lt;strong&gt;power kapaa?!&lt;/strong&gt; was daydreaming most of the time and couldn't concentrate at all. furthermore, i didn't study :] what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my newly bought handphone last week. i cried for a whole of 2 hours after i found out and now, im no longer using the 81545982. if you want my new contact number, ask personally from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to end this post with: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE BOYFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we just started out yesterday. im very excited when it comes on talking about boyfriend, idk why! can't help it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2796328233444366622?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2796328233444366622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2796328233444366622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2796328233444366622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2796328233444366622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-know-where-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5654505587559563859</id><published>2008-04-20T18:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:03.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the sweetest-cum-strange dreams last night. never did i imagined that i'll dream of him. inside that dream we were actually an item and he was so sweet when in reality we're enemys! i woke up feeling confused and eversinced then i've been thinking about it. we all know that dreams are the opposite of reality but when i told that, my friend disagree. she even told me that dreams are the way the brain summarise what we've been through during the day. i've never think of him before, how could i actually dream of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no group study. no going out. no nothing! been rotting at home this weekend. it feels so sucky. on the other hand, if anyone were to ask me out i would reject too because if feels good rotting on the bed and getting myself glued on the pc because of some desperate bitches who just attacked me on msn and they're fighting with me over gorgeous boy. how childish can they get? if you want him, go ahead! as if he wants you back. i've yet to tell gorgeous boy about this because he's still sleeping eventhough it's already in the evening. oh yes, before i forget, i never declare that gorgeous boy is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch taking 5 at kids central just now. &lt;strong&gt;Eric Dill&lt;/strong&gt;, the click five former lead singer, is such a &lt;strong&gt;HOTSTUFF&lt;/strong&gt;! hotter than current, &lt;strong&gt;Kyle Patrick&lt;/strong&gt; and even hotter than mine &lt;strong&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191626565994327906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SAxc2viSr2I/AAAAAAAABOQ/gJuBtFH70q0/s320/theoldclickfive.bmp" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;goodbye &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph Adam Jonas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; hello &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric Dill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you've kidnap my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5654505587559563859?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5654505587559563859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5654505587559563859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5654505587559563859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5654505587559563859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-good-sleep-last-night-with_20.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SAxc2viSr2I/AAAAAAAABOQ/gJuBtFH70q0/s72-c/theoldclickfive.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4855475180622920010</id><published>2008-04-19T20:37:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:03.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because of me, today's group study was cancelled last minute and postponed to tml. spending my saturday at home wasn't a bore at all because throughout the day, i've been on the phone with gorgeous boy. eventhough he's outside with clique, he still have the time to entertain me. i can't imagine how my saturday will be like without him :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i've got my tongue piercing. metup with isabella at tampines mall yesterday and had it done. the pain is like those when you pierce your earlobe. dosen't hurt much. i was told to avoid from consumming seafood for a week but during lunch just now, i accidentally ate squid. &lt;strong&gt;squid is also a seafood right?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell shit&lt;/span&gt;. now my whole body is itching. i did alot of research on tongue piercing but it dosen't mention that im not to consume any seafood. it is only stated that im not to smoke or take any alcohol, have hot &amp;amp; spicy and solid foods. i hope there won't be any infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( look at the picture below ) tongue piercing, except mine barbell is pink in colour. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191182380476575522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SArI3viSryI/AAAAAAAABNo/OV6cWyMlgfM/s400/untitledp08y9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dearest&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;you-know-who-you-are&lt;/strong&gt;), you tried to advice and ask me not to again and again but i just ignored. you must be dissapointed in me. i feel so guilty when you kept asking me whether i did or not over and over. i read your msn nickname and you wrote there, " i care for you, you have to know that girl " i know you're referring to me, you even msn me offline saying that you cared. i know you do because if you don't you wouldn't bother to tell or did all this. im sorry dearest. i p.romise, this will be the last time im doing nonsensical stuffs and also, i'll stop smoking. i love you too babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4855475180622920010?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4855475180622920010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4855475180622920010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4855475180622920010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4855475180622920010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/04/because-of-me-group-study-for-today-was_20.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/SArI3viSryI/AAAAAAAABNo/OV6cWyMlgfM/s72-c/untitledp08y9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5245458295548765592</id><published>2008-04-15T22:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:40:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school been pretty alright for the past two days thanks to my-original-sitting-partner who have gone back beside me and is no longer sitting with her scandal.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, *shows gay hand sign* has gone back too. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss gorgeous boy!&lt;/span&gt; good news from him, currently he's taking car licence. so in the future, he can ride both the motorbike as well as the car. how awesome :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've yet to give him an answer. it's not that i don't want to gave him a chance but i still find that it isn't the right time to. i don't want history to repeat itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i could meet him this friday because i'll be coming down to tampines on that day. maybe, i could drop at bedok for awhile and meet dearest and that's only a MAYBE *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short update will do yaw? because after this im going to study and pack for tml's school. i feel like skipping school but im very sure mother won't let because it's only April and yet i've skipped school for so many times. *ergh* if i go, at least, i get to see SB, exchange smiles and joke around with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5245458295548765592?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5245458295548765592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5245458295548765592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5245458295548765592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5245458295548765592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-skip-school-tml-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3793026044770416463</id><published>2008-04-13T14:06:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:39:00.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear pretty boy, do you know that you've such a gorgeous smile? so much that i'm captivated by it. you know what's my greatest pleasure in life? it's when you stood behind me and sang a song; it's when you smiled at me saying goodbye when im leaving; it's when you're smiling away while looking at me. all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i've such feelings. it's been ages since i last felt that i wanna belong to someone. it's been ages since i'm in love. i know, im in no position to like or even worse, love you. you're like dead gorgeous while im fugly. i do not only like your pretty face, but also your pretty character so much more. REALLY. i'd like to hold your hands again. i'd also like to sing a song for you, telling you that you had me smitten! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im taking back all my words now. i think im falling in love with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: SEE GORGEOUS BOY AT MY MSN DISPLAY PICTURE :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, had date study with dearest sha ♥ &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS FOR TEACHING ME MATHS BABE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anybody can teach me combine humans and science? we'll do this group study every saturday alright?!afterwhich, head home. thought of self-study but upon reaching, wani called up and so we met at our usual place. so many story-tellings being shared, stuffs to catch up on and i feel great because we've patch up! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bestfriend, IMYSM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough it's just a simple saturday, still, i loveeee it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end, i just wanna tell all readers that &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A PIECE OF GOOD NEWS&lt;/strong&gt; which im unable to metion it here because some bitches may make a f* big fuss if they read and if you think im referring to you, too bad! KARMA for you baby! instantkarma to be exact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3793026044770416463?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3793026044770416463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3793026044770416463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3793026044770416463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3793026044770416463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-beautiful-boy-do-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4133311118958415858</id><published>2008-04-06T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:26:11.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE - END - OF - THE - WEEK :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when every sundays end, i'll be looking forward to every saturday because im starting to go out and not stay at home and rot on that very day, without fail :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdays sunday was a fabulous one. went out with MELANIE LAOGONG and KAI ZHONG. we actually planned to go WWW but kai zhong can't, planned again to go down to pasir ris beach but end up at escape. went together with 4T1 '07 chinese people. halfway, i went on silet because i was in pain and feeling dizzy. and i never ever want to ride the f* go-kart again, never! stupid. no worries laogong, all in all, i enjoyed it :] really. oh ya laogong, you babi babi! hahaha :D ( inside joke uh dumb! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going out on next saturday too! only this time round im not going out and enjoy myself but going for a group study wih anyone, as long as they can help me with my weak subjexts. there is only two weeks left to SA1 *struggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think horoscopes are true and i believe in this word called "fate". tell me what i have experienced yesterday is NOT TRUE! tell me that, please :/ HE'S NOT "THE ONE" , definitely :/ impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: i just had my last one and after this , no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4133311118958415858?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4133311118958415858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4133311118958415858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4133311118958415858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4133311118958415858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-of-week-im-looking-forward-to-every.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5908954774058047756</id><published>2008-04-04T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:21:38.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to congratulate myself for being able to survive for one month without involving in any relationships or thinking back at you. &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ONE MONTH SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt; on the 2nd of April and i've survived with M for .. half a month? unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im no more the girl you used to know. i've been zone-ING and keeping mum most of the time for the past few days and i will only talk if there is a need to. i forced my smiles and i will only laugh if i feel laughing or else im expression-less. deep inside, im crying - unsure of the reason why? i prefer, sleeping all day long and blasting the music to the max rather than roaring and screaming like some idiot. i choose my people. i'll talk, smile and laugh if i like you and if i don't i'll talk to you in the pissed off manner, you'll know it. but at the end of the day, there will be someone who will fill my day with lots of laughter and happiness. i get irritated easily and i don't entertain people anymore. one last thing, im sick of pleasing! and yes, thanks to fiie for making my day &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5908954774058047756?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5908954774058047756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5908954774058047756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5908954774058047756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5908954774058047756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-youve-been-trying-to-get-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7306024469991589908</id><published>2008-03-30T21:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:53:49.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby is this love for real?&lt;br /&gt;let me be in your arms to feel --&lt;br /&gt;your beating heart baby.&lt;br /&gt;the beating of your heart baby.&lt;br /&gt;they know about me &amp;amp; M already but too bad we're just friends&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i think, its impossible for us&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;MONDAY,TUESDAY,WEDNESDAY,THURSDAY,FRIDAY: no updates for a reason,been busy with school or should i say LAZY instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: i've changed my hp &amp;amp; its one that i've been eyeing, SE Z770I, as well as my contact number. how wonderfool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY : i had a fabulous time after sending dearest siblings to mendaki, dearest momma &amp;amp; i went to westmall and we even planned to go to jurong east after that. upon reaching, we went to the library and GUESS WHO I SAW INSIDE?! UNEXPECTEDLY, DEAREST DYA! she was alone and after much talking, i left momma alone and accompanied dya to cck as she wanted to make her ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything done, we drop by LOT ONE for awhile and inside we saw this newly open COTTON ON outlet. oh my god, their items were F* cheap after the 50% promotion. i thought of buying but half of me says "NO" and the other half says "YEAH, BUY IT!". so we went for out lunch at LJS first and at the same time consider about the offers. after much thinking, we went back to the store and purchase a long-tanktop-tunic-look alike each. we were about to head home when dearest auntie call up and she says that she wants to meet me there. upon her arrival, dya &amp;amp; i went on our seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auntie &amp;amp; i went to almost every store to look for her makeup stuffs but couldn't find any so we happen to walk past the COTTON ON shop and pop in, again. we were browsing through when she asked me to grab something there. so i took 2 babydoll top and a black cardi. how awesome! i wanted to grab a pair of shades as well but i didn't. afterwhich, we cabbed down to westmall and had our dinner at sakae sushi. after having a whole lot of sushis, we went to this makeup store and bought a whole bunch of makeups. train back home and rest-ed , wash up and hit bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY : end of the week i've been lieing on the bed most of the time. had BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER all in one shot. i didn't touch a single schoolwork and books, haven't been revising much. the time now is 10:49pm and im done with updating for this week. after this, im gonna hit bed without even packing for tml school. goodnight ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7306024469991589908?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7306024469991589908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7306024469991589908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7306024469991589908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7306024469991589908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-is-this-love-for-real-let-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2131017363412107987</id><published>2008-03-23T20:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:05:46.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfIXcf43ph0&amp;amp;rel=" width="350" height="373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color1="0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=" border="1&amp;amp;hl=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-my-F*-god! the video of us being fooled by them has been uploaded on YOUTUBE.&lt;br /&gt;watch the video &amp;amp; laugh your F* ass out :] spot me inside *hints : the one in spongebob tee*&lt;br /&gt;this video is related to my post on Friday, 14March2008, &lt;a href="http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008_03_14_archive.html"&gt;http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008_03_14_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i received an email from them &amp;amp; this is what it says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mission.singapore@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mission:Singapore Join us. 30/0309, 3.30pm. Open area Outside The Cathay.‏&lt;br /&gt;From:Mission Singapore (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mission.singapore@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mission.singapore@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 22, 2008 9:02:40 AM&lt;br /&gt;Mission: 'Withhold'&lt;br /&gt;Meeting point: Outside of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/asia_travel/travel/travel_id_29391/travel_site_21784/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'The Cathay'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. At the open space.Date: 30th March 2008 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 3.30pm. Please bepunctual&lt;br /&gt;Attire: Something casual and comfortable enough to dance in *winks.&lt;br /&gt;Things to bring:&lt;br /&gt;1. An mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;2. A party whistle, the kind with the rolled up tip that would unroll each time you blow on it (optional)&lt;br /&gt;3. A cardboard party hat (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this mission, we are withholding the details of the act. It is for a practical reason, to allow maximum flexibility. We have several ideas on what exactly we could be doing but which exactly we would be doing depends on the number of people turning up? Telling the act now would limits us to that act only but leaving it blanks gives us flexibility.The act depends on the number of agents that shows up on that day, the higher the numbers, the better it will be. With a greater number, we can do bigger and better acts. So please help us get the numbers, tell your friends, your family, your colleagues and your friends. Yes your friends. Spread through word of mouth, email, sms, whatever. Just spread the word. We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfIXcf43ph0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; on youtube, use them, send the links to your friends. Tell them to join our mailing list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mission.singapore@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mission.singapore@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and show them our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.ning.com/group/missionsingapore" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly Agent Caboosukin&lt;br /&gt;Mission:Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Don't miss out on this one. GET EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO BE A PART OF THIS. About this email, because there isn't any mission document, you can forward it to people. BUT PLEASE REMOVE THE LIST OF EMAILS BEFORE FORWARDING. REMOVE THE STRING OF EMAILS THAT IS AT THE TOP OF THE EMAIL.-- Mission:SingaporeWe put the scene in Singapore.We organise fun for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to contact them :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mission.singapore@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MissionSingapore"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/MissionSingapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mission.singapore@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mission.singapore@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.improveverywhere.ning.com/group/missionsingapore"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.improveverywhere.ning.com/group/missionsingapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2131017363412107987?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2131017363412107987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2131017363412107987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2131017363412107987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2131017363412107987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-my-f-god-video-of-us-being-fooled-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3180734319970095058</id><published>2008-03-17T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:04.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how time flies, it's already the second term of school and soon without me even realizing it, i'll be out of BBSS and prolly already in POLY? SHATEC? NAFA? will talk about this again, when the right time comes :] FOR NOW, just concentrate on the upcoming exams and Ns *SIGHS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: &lt;a href="http://www.aishyahsimpson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.aishyahsimpson.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;(grab through there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R-T-CnXuPhI/AAAAAAAABM8/7lUXRSlF_b8/s1600-h/dya.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180544792264588818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R-T-CnXuPhI/AAAAAAAABM8/7lUXRSlF_b8/s320/dya.bmp" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NURHIDAYAH RAHMAT ( the one in red ) with her AWESOME! AWESOME! newwww haircut :] (dyaB, our fringe looks the same uh?! no originality -_- hahahaha) and your face looks like KEANAK-ANAKKAN :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAREST WIK- NUR SAHEERA TAN ( the picture is sooo UNGLAM)&lt;br /&gt;cute enough for you? :] wanna know more, dial 813xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R-T-DHXuPiI/AAAAAAAABNE/OqIjb2ks_4w/s1600-h/Picture+1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180544800854523426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R-T-DHXuPiI/AAAAAAAABNE/OqIjb2ks_4w/s320/Picture+1901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she wrote something for me and i'll be posting it here, so this is what she wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO : SHARIFAH ADILLA AKA WAWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, they are on it for almost two years. but sth just had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;she tried to save the relationship but it came to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;but shes glad det she let hym go. what hurts the most was,&lt;br /&gt;he dosent even give it a second though abt e seperation.&lt;br /&gt;she cant do anythink but to face reality. &amp;amp; there she goes wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" and as i rest agains this old hard wall, will you pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;will you critisize me as i sit &amp;amp; cry. i had fought so hard to win e battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tot i won it all but only to find out e war has just begun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will my weakness for a day make me suffer for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;is there anyway to turn beq e clock &amp;amp; make me whole again"&lt;br /&gt;but all she saw was, there was only more qns den anws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in her most desperate circumstances, she stand up &amp;amp; say&lt;br /&gt;" please, can i have one more chance to start again? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as she slowly slide down e cold hard wall wishing upon the star she said , " my love, your so far far away".&lt;br /&gt;hands together, making a wish. her wish was to be wid hym again.&lt;br /&gt;she wud sacrifise anything just for hym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as she crawled to her bed ; hoping to fall asleep soon&lt;br /&gt;ges wad? she saw his photo by her bed. but all she coul say was,&lt;br /&gt;" for no, just a peck of kiss for you, my ex love" MEANING? - shes slowly moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst ; heres some advice, move on. dets life, baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*wik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANOTHER ONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there they go ; talking happily one moment, betraying &amp;amp; lying to each other the next minute. see, this was the story.&lt;br /&gt;they were a happy couple once. going on to two years.&lt;br /&gt;but this guy crushes her heart badly det she just had to say ;&lt;br /&gt;" baby, i think we should go our seperate ways "&lt;br /&gt;w/o no hesitation or a minute of thinking, he said YES.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there she goes, hungging up the fone. talking the pillow &amp;amp; cover her face, shouting " i hate you cos i love you "&lt;br /&gt;pressing the pillow harder, hoping that the pillow itself will just end her lifesaving from the misery business.&lt;br /&gt;shes just too rited ot it. she gave hym her everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; she noe she dosent deserve this. &amp;amp; now and then, shes thinking in confusion what happened to forever.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to ILYF? what happened to hys promises?&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the promise where he said " i'll never leave you"&lt;br /&gt;what has happened to us now?&lt;br /&gt;she searched everywhere, high &amp;amp; low to find her anws to her ques&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; only to find out that htere was only more ques than anws. so there she goes crying. but wait a minute, she cant go on crying her eyes out till blood det comes out. she has a wonderful life ahead of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why should she waste her fucking tears on this shits &amp;amp; she know shes much more stronger cos she know losing a guy she once loved, it dosent mean her world will stop revolving. so she said " i wont cry cos its over, i'll smile cos its over"&amp;amp; to hym or them, may you get your karma soon &amp;amp; if your just starting to move on, ive moved on since ytd. your so ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" its not too late to start life anew, someone will always be there for you " from M :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3180734319970095058?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3180734319970095058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3180734319970095058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3180734319970095058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3180734319970095058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-time-flies-its-already-second-term.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R-T-CnXuPhI/AAAAAAAABM8/7lUXRSlF_b8/s72-c/dya.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5255107656862606707</id><published>2008-03-14T20:29:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:05.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;i still went out with yusof yesterday &amp;amp; he only confirmed with me on the day itself, in the afternoon, saying that he's going to meet me at woodlands mrt at 2pm. he's sucha an arseole for informing me last minute, i swear im not going to make any plans to go out with him again. another thing, he said he is going to treat me, but he didn't. inilah dinamekan janji melayu, tak pernah menepati janji2 mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, i was late. i made him waited for almost an hour. served you right, thats the punishment for telling me last minute plan. upon reaching, we head to the cinema to so called booked the tickets, STEP UP 2 : the streets. out of cp and went over to meetup at his friend's crib which is just nearby. we headed back to cp, together with his friend, half an hour before it starts. when the movie ended, we went to eat, wherelse but you guys fave fastfood, ljs. im so sick of ljs. when i went out with this person, ljs, that person, ljs, everytime, ljs, ljs, ljs, can i have something else? like bk? or pizza? pastamania? or maybe swensens? you pay. afterwhich, i followed him back to his crib and slack there for awhile. out from his crib around 9 plus and cabbed home. definitely, he was the one paying for it&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two straight days i went out &amp;amp; two straight days too, i've been getting home "late". curretly, im feeling sleepy &amp;amp; lethargic. schools re-opening soon &amp;amp; i gotta get plenty of rest or else when school starts, i'll be feeling extremely lethargic every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a hell fucking long time sinced dya&amp;amp;i postponed this thang ; to buy our long awaited art materials. after the friday prayers, me&amp;amp;dya together with syakir went to art friend at bras basah complex. upon reaching, we quickly searched for the stuffs that we wanted and fuck, i really hard a hard time deciding on which and which to buy as my budget was tight. i could only afford to spend max 10bucks as i had forgotten to ask dearest momma for extra money. during the search, dya&amp;amp;syakir started comlaining of hunger &amp;amp; their stomachs were rumbling. after everything was done, we quickly made our way to the nearest fastfood restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way there, there was this crowd which caught our attention, in the middle, there was this painter who was painting. first look, i thought he must be some street painter and maybe he's out here to be an attention seeker. we stood there like some idiots looking at him painting. after a few minutes, i realised that there's nothing on the canvas. there was this group of people at the side saying that there's a painting of this and that and that on the canvas when there's actually nothing! almost everyone could see except for some of us. i personally think that the comments they gave " yeah, i can see, i can see " were damn sarcastic and i was right. when everything ended, everyone went on seperate ways. suddenly there was this group which we saw earlier at the crowd asking us to approach towards them. it is said that they were actually on a mission, the painter including them was all in this together, out to fooled us. i was RIGHT! there was this buyer who bought the blank canvas and a piece of artwork from the painter for 700bucks. 700bucks! i could buy a new handphone and psp *gosh* the buyer too was in this thang too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we head to marina square and had our lunch-cum-dinner at bk. we were happily eating, talking cock, gossiping and laughing out loud like nobodys business when i realised it was already almost to 7. then we head to esplanade, raffles place, started to camwhored and head back home. i effing hate long mrt rides, shouldn't have taken through the red line and reached home almost to 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, im so fucking pissed off. they actually celebrated my grandmother birthday when i wasn't around just now, how unfair! and fuck, fuck, fuck, i totally forgot to find for her a birthday present when i went out. she said she dosen't want any presents, all that she ask for is for me to mend my ways/behaviour and be a better person. my uncle was the one who bought the cake and foods. can't you just celebrate it on the day itself, which is tomorrow?! i hope that there will be a proper celebration for grandma's birthday again together with dearest brother birthday, which is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in advance, i would like to wish dearest beloved grandmother, HAPPY 60th BIRTHDAY :] i always say "i hate you", scold vulgarities and stuffs towards her. im very sorry. i know i've been an ill-bred granddaughter. the truth is, i do love her, very much. when she falls sick, i will always get worried because im afraid that she will go, i don't want her to go. i want her to see the process of me growing up. i just wish that she will live up to 90plus like my dearest beloved grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures : theres more but i just can't be bothered to update everything, so here are some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178222047400997202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R9y9hEdusVI/AAAAAAAABLc/WI-vtOZhuKs/s200/combite+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 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halfway, he included his friend, FARID in the convo&lt;br /&gt;this farid is sucha funny guy &amp;amp; he had this fave sentence that he'll always say when we ignored him " &lt;strong&gt;ah bebual lah korang, bebual, takpe, takpe, kawan kau kan yang satu ni giler, kan dah biase bebual sesorang3&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that made me remind of dearest wik!&lt;br /&gt;ah wik, i have found the very compatible partner for you :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i planned to meet dearest sha at westmall today but last minute, cancelled, because im too lazy to go out :D sorry babe!&lt;br /&gt;instead i stayed at home &amp;amp; sleep in this nice weather&lt;br /&gt;i could have done my homeworks or start studying which i haven't even done sinced holiday started, but i choose to sleep instead, see how lazy i am&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; i think dearest dya is really bucking up, i think i should start to buck up too, she's been studying every now &amp;amp; then and finish almost all her homeworks&lt;br /&gt;sucha hardworking arse, help me out this friday okay? if we did go studying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time now is 11:50pm , i've got nothing much to talk about&lt;br /&gt;after this im off to sleep, even though im having my holidays now, i still sleep early&lt;br /&gt;will be going out tml, where to, im not sure, what time im not sure, with who, with yusof (uh!)&lt;br /&gt;he said that he'll confirmed by tonight but i've yet to received any sms/calls from him&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like going out with him but because he had alr p.romise to treat me, i'll still go out with him&lt;br /&gt;if not, i'd rather go out with M.R or sb or even susu, muchmuch better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, im out of here.&lt;br /&gt;PS: M.R your eyebrow \m/ :D  i effing love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6920979678519893458?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6920979678519893458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6920979678519893458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6920979678519893458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6920979678519893458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-just-put-down-phone-had-long-convo.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2404081408248906155</id><published>2008-03-11T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:00:40.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently : msning with dearest wik and idk what's got into her, she's been crazying all the way &amp;amp; the way she talk, undescribeable _!_&lt;br /&gt;she's acting super super weird. wik, i know you will be reading this : YOU'VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A WEIRDO ALL ALONG, you know that?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first two days of holiday, spending most of the time with dearest, let's name him M.R&lt;br /&gt;(i can't revealed his name here because he dosen't allowed me too :( saddening, awww. WHATEVER! haha.)&lt;br /&gt;just one thing : he used to be my boyfriend, easy say he's my ex, i did mentioned about him before in my blog&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time sinced i contacted him as i was attached back then, now im single, no problem&lt;br /&gt;soon my prepaid card will be low very soon like before, thanks to him! oh well, he said he'll topup for me :D so no worrys&lt;br /&gt;so yes, spend most of my afternoon with him, we didn't go anywhere like hitting town or chilling at rooftops or whatevershit, instead he came down to my neighbourhood, hang out together &amp;amp; eating at his one fave coffee shop ( so low class but oh wells, who cares! as long as its you're the one who treat me), so much so that he revealed a secret which he had kept for so long till now. shocking piece.&lt;br /&gt;move on ( you don't have to know :) )&lt;br /&gt;he had to go off early as he had to meetup with his friend and send his bike for repair (pity your baby, must takecare well of your hot hot darling baby, you've only used it for a few months) and that's for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i did meetup with him too for the very first time sinced i contacted him back. i got nothing on yesterday, so i stayed at home and went online. i was busy chatting and surfing stuff when i received a call from him&lt;br /&gt;i didn't intend to pick up that call because my prepaid going low but he kept calling&lt;br /&gt;so i picked up and he was like, " WHERE ARE YOU?! IM IN TROUBLE, CAN YOU COME DOWN?!" he was like panic-ing and sounded freaking scared&lt;br /&gt;so as a good friend, i changed and rushed out of home, met him up at JE entertainment. as soon as i saw him, i began to ask lots and lots of questions &amp;amp; he only replied this to me " actually right, you've been tricked, im bored and all alone outside. if i didn't do this, you wouldn't have come down, would you? *laughs* " at that point of time i was freaking "hot" and started scolding vulgarities at him but all he did was to smile&lt;br /&gt;_!_ :this is for you arseole and because of you doing that, i even had to lied to my mother, thanks uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposingly, my plan today was to meetup with wani (uh that biatch) but last minute she texted me up saying she's unable to meet because of a fucking guy.&lt;br /&gt;you're making me "hot" biatch &amp;amp; im seriously fucking pissed off with you! this isn't the very first, second or third time bitch, it's been lots and lots of time you did this to me. you're asking me to be understanding, understanding?! haven't i been understanding enough all this while, well i did! it's just you! putting your friend aside the moment you hear news about your boyfriend, uh! you're dumb. the day you broke up with your boyfriend, that would be the happiest day for me for you. i'll be standing there laughing at you while you're there crying miserabely, i hope that day would come very soon. so you rather put your boyfriend which you have only know for a few months and takecare of his feelings rather than me , which you've known for almost 5 years, 5 years mind you! i have feelings too okay! it's this what you call friend? you think by saying sorry &amp;amp; postponing our date will be enough? NO! since you want stuff to be like this, can, just don't come back searching for me, i won't be there for you when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i gotta stop now, M.R is on the line with me &amp;amp; im asking him to hold the line&lt;br /&gt;goodbye &amp;amp; goodnight readers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2404081408248906155?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2404081408248906155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2404081408248906155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2404081408248906155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2404081408248906155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/currently-msning-with-dearest-wik-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8149260109424413653</id><published>2008-03-09T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:35:17.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a week sinced i broke up with MUHAMMAD NURAZAN BIN MUHAMMAD RAMLI, so much for a sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially the break with him was whatever, i didn't shed a tear. i wanted to keep it short &amp;amp; firm, avoid having any contacts with him, forgetting him instantly &amp;amp; stuff like that but i ended up dragging it and crying all along. i cried and cried till there's no more tears left and felt totally drained. i still love him and care about him, how not to when we've been together for almost 2 years. i felt like texting him or even called him up, asking how is he &amp;amp; thinking that the seperation would only last for a few days. he said he wasn't happy &amp;amp; stuffs were'nt like how it used to be, it made me feel like i was totally the one to be blame for what had happened &amp;amp; wasn't really ready to be in a relationship. but later did i found that, all that he said was pieces of shits of excuses, it was actually because of a third party. yes, third party but why didn't he confess things he should have? if it wasn't for the third party, i wouldn't know &amp;amp; prolly kept thinking i was at fault. i felt stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the fun is over, thats when it hit me hard, real hard, i thought i would be stronger and live life normally but then again when im all alone, i felt pain, heartbreak, tears keep rolling down without me noticing, i lost someone who is very precious to me, he had always been there for me, there was always someone to turn to when i feel happy or sad but now i have to move on, i haven't been single for a long time. im too used to always having someone there to love, care &amp;amp; always told me what to do, the advises which i took up, i miss all his naggings, i just miss everything about him badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest thing to do is to let go &amp;amp; saying goodbye to someone whom i truly love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happened to went bloghopping just now &amp;amp; i was speechless. most of the girls are going through like what i am, easy say they're in the same boat as me but theirs is a much much worst case&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were the same but you proved me wrong baby, you were different but now, i've seen your true colours, you're just no better like them, guys are all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've changed my blogskin, just the background as well as the song to "ne-yo ; go on girl" it suits the situation im in right now. tomorrow will be the start of slacking &amp;amp; idk how i will survive for 1 week without seeing my sunshines, im starting to miss them, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't worry about me, im fine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-8149260109424413653?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/8149260109424413653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=8149260109424413653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8149260109424413653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8149260109424413653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-happened-so-fast-its-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4544302480534755535</id><published>2008-03-04T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:52:53.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and in spite of the way i love your touch&lt;br /&gt;you know its gonna be better for both of us&lt;br /&gt;it hurts like hell but i got to try&lt;br /&gt;you already know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;so no matter whos right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;i think its finally time that im moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama and i had a slow talk last night, thanks to azhar, he went up to mama and told what happened. she then went to told my grandma and this morning, grandma made a confession to me which shocked me, very. i didn't expect her to be like that, " thank god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a breakdown in school this morning, before the first period. i cried, again. sweets, i don't ask for much, i just want ONE thing from you guys, that's all. HAPPINESS ; to make me happy &amp;amp; lots of happiness filled around me. thanks for understanding my situation. you guys are the only people whom i can depend on now. sorry for making you guys feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been two days without him and i'll be much stronger as each day goes by, sooner or later he's out of my mind! and that point of time, you'll know im over this monkey love. everytime when he comes to my mind, i will keep repeating this : I LOVE SB :D&lt;br /&gt;while thinking of his sweet, sweet smile &amp;amp; VOWALA! *BOOSH* he's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain people takes a very long time to forget someone, so am i but i'll try my very best to forget that someone asap because the sooner i do that, the sooner i can move on and for now, bit by bit, im moving on with life as per normal, and all the credits goes to : DEAREST FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;im very thankful to have friends like you, luckly i didn't head the advise that he says&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ARE MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAT BOYFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting next week onwards will be the march holidays and i've not made any plans. im going out for sure! and im going to mug too! *ROARS* i don't wish to rot at home on every holiday. i did made some plans with dyaB, yusof &amp;amp; wani. i wanna have a group outing, like how we used to do, can? please? i'll miss my babes &amp;amp; dudes. so much of KECHONESS, planning is on the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4544302480534755535?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4544302480534755535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4544302480534755535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4544302480534755535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4544302480534755535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-spite-of-way-i-love-your-touch-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6850077867047752195</id><published>2008-03-03T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:24:41.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FYI PEOPLE -&lt;br /&gt;im feeling fucking gay that's why i decided to post this &amp;amp; let everyone know&lt;br /&gt;about me &amp;amp; boyfriend, we're officially over yesterday &amp;amp; i have no regrets about it&lt;br /&gt;im just sad about one thing, i save alot of money to topup my prepaid card just for you *ROARS* i have no more hubby , BYE UH _!_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you : if you're reading this, i just want you to know, thanks eh! you ruin my life for 1 year &amp;amp; 21months, being with you was sucha waste of time, i should have let go of you long time ago, but why didn't i? because i still love you. i feel like im the fooliest girl. you're sucha a dumbass! oh, remember i once mention that i believe in karma? you'll soon get yours for doing this to me, don't later come back begging me, arse ole. whatever im saying in this post, i won't delete it, if you're not happy, don't come to my blog, who the hell ask you to come here, i didn't!? dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffs that has been given from you, i've thrown it away, remember you said " don't hate me, because i won't hate you &amp;amp; atleast i still keep your photo" i will hate you to the core now, fucking hate you fucker &amp;amp; i've burnt every picture of you with/without me in it, i will soon erase the memory of us out of my fucking mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally regained my freedom! i can meet anybody without any guilt, i can do whatever i want, i can go out with my darlings anytime, anywhere &amp;amp; get back home by anytime, there's no one to tell me no, or who i should and should not be hanging out with, no one to say who is good for me and who is not, everything, I DECIDE! lastly, it's been a long time i had that urge but i just can't do it because of you and that is to SMOKE! hahahaha. i can smoke freely without any one controlling it! dearest wik, i'll soon be joining you :) and dearest QISfam, i'll soon be a part of you babes that is to be independent, living in life without guys.im sick living in this world with guys like you! i've seen enough and im prepared to die, im better off dead, right?&lt;br /&gt;eh mas selamat, come and capture me, i want to be with you. let's cooperate together &amp;amp; bomb that fucker _!_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to mention one last thing :&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MY GIRLFRIEND(s) &amp;amp; BOYFRIEND(s)&lt;br /&gt;you're there when im down and need someone by my side badly. your silly jokes or should i say stupid jokes make my day. im trying my very best to be happy like you people. indeed im very happy now, just that my heart still hurts but not too much. its too sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get over it pretty soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6850077867047752195?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6850077867047752195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6850077867047752195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6850077867047752195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6850077867047752195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/fyi-people-im-feeling-fucking-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2220529407712890053</id><published>2008-03-01T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T06:26:09.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept after midnight last night but apparently i could wake up at 3am in the morning feeling very fresh &amp;amp; all thanks to the cold &amp;amp; that i had to make a trip to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time now is : 7.48am&lt;br /&gt;i have been blog-hopping, finish up editing my blog &amp;amp; i have a new skin! im tired of the old one, so i decided to use something new eg.navigations, online blog shopping ever sinced i came back from the trip to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining heavily &amp;amp; im feeling super cold. im still freezing even though i have covered myself with the blanket &amp;amp; closed the fan. it's good to be in bed right now because you'll be sleeping peacefully with the cold sorroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off-ing the pc soon because it's been on for the whole night. after this im going for a wash up &amp;amp; make a cup of hotchocolate to warm myself &amp;amp; maybe make breakfast for myself too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hubby. we've not been meeting for sucha long time &amp;amp; we have been contacting less for last couple of days. bye sweets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2220529407712890053?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2220529407712890053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2220529407712890053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2220529407712890053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2220529407712890053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-slept-after-midnight-last-night-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2229542713982267139</id><published>2008-03-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RE-EDITED&lt;/span&gt; :Im supposed to blog about this yesterday but sinced i was too tired &amp;amp; totally forgot about it, i used the date today, 1st march instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time sinced i last update, so here's a short one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 29 is a date that occurs only every four years. this is called the leap years. it is a special one for those who are celebrating their birthday because it only appears every four years. any other years, it will be a saddening moment for them as they either can celebrate it one day before or after. &amp;amp; this goes out specially to my friend : ganesh , a happy birthday to you, you're only 6 years old my friend.&amp;amp; the saddening part is he's not present in school today. oh well, too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about leap years, suddenly i remembered, the movie, leap years is being released today &amp;amp; that means that i gotta go &amp;amp; watch it &amp;amp; definitely with hubby! :D:D looks kinda best even though it's local. gonna catch it asap! perhaps next week sinced hubby has started his holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R8ko0fom1ZI/AAAAAAAABGc/SbdBk_Db2pI/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172710529321850258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R8ko0fom1ZI/AAAAAAAABGc/SbdBk_Db2pI/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie ratings : 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so dissapointed with my ca1 result, i flunked almost every subject.its just ca1, so be it. i can't afford to have this kind of result for N level or i won't be able to get in sec 5.&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for tml?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to follow dya to her training but i forgot that she's going for the humaninties trip to kukop, oh well! i bet the sec 3/4 na are going to have so much fun &amp;amp; tml morning, i'll text them for the reminder not to forget &amp;amp; bring some gifts back home for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, im spending my saturday with mother to idk where or with babe &amp;amp; hit town. &amp;amp; again i will hit town on sunday, with dearest B. yay! im looking forward to it because B has postponed this for weeks &amp;amp; im super sad about it, so i hope we'll meet up this sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2229542713982267139?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2229542713982267139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2229542713982267139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2229542713982267139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2229542713982267139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-supposed-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R8ko0fom1ZI/AAAAAAAABGc/SbdBk_Db2pI/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5885004114694926491</id><published>2008-02-18T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:32:29.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i miss him dearly,&lt;br /&gt;barely seen him lately,&lt;br /&gt;wishing his doing alright,&lt;br /&gt;study hard boy, remember me &amp;amp; i'll always watch over you&lt;br /&gt;i sitll do love you many many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear today, im the happiest girl alive&lt;br /&gt;i hope that tml i'll still be here alive &amp;amp; kicking to see your sweet sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;hoping that today will get over very soon &amp;amp; looking forward for tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school with dearest SB! we did not exactly planned to go together its just that we bumped on each other while otw. dearest friend told that i look so stress while with SB, indeed i am! idk what am i supposed to do. questions after questions running through my mind at that point of time. should i make the first move &amp;amp; start the convo? should i smile? or should i just keep queit &amp;amp; stone away? my choice was to act as per normal incase SB gets suspicious of me. so through out the journey, we went on silent mode&lt;br /&gt;the great one of a bus ride to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he know, i think she know, i think SB know too &amp;amp; sooner or later, everyone will come to know about it. but there's nothing to be worried about, isn't this a normal thang? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be blogging &amp;amp; coming here regularly&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss internet uberly&lt;br /&gt;for now, takecare sweets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5885004114694926491?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5885004114694926491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5885004114694926491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5885004114694926491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5885004114694926491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-him-dearly-barely-seen-him.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8857896910387150416</id><published>2008-02-15T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry if my reactions &amp;amp; sayings towards you had hurt you. you know that i didn't meant it, i said all that in a moment of anger &amp;amp; because of you i became a moody papaya. sadly to say that my feeling towards you has faded. it is not as strong &amp;amp; as sweet as before.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the reason is : i've got sick of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172696841261077890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R8kcXvom1YI/AAAAAAAABGU/edts_5kb8VA/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172696484778792306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R8kcC_om1XI/AAAAAAAABGM/O8S_5BGKD84/s400/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, art students of sex 4/5 NA went for a trip to national museum &amp;amp; NAFA! it was fucking great baby! but it wasn't as great as i thought it would be but but but the artworks there were bloody awesome! alot of walking around &amp;amp; viewing were done, went back &amp;amp; saw the greek costumes &amp;amp; some of them even tried it on, including MR AZHAR :D afterwhich, mr azhar brought us to artfriend at bras basah. unfortunately, i didn't bring extra money. oh wells! perhaps i'll be going down there again with DYAB! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to MARINA SQUARE &amp;amp; had our lunch-cum-dinner at LJS! not forgetting, NADHIRAH MAKE MY DAY with her sillyness :) hey nad, i hope you didn't take it to heart about just now? i had much laughter here &amp;amp; there thanks to you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i had a great time under the sun with dearest teacher, MR AZHAR &amp;amp; dearest friends, dya,fatin,nadhirah,mizah,faiz,marco :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired, too tired.&lt;br /&gt;only two pictures below baby, saddening. fatin didn't post everything! ROARS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-8857896910387150416?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/8857896910387150416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=8857896910387150416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8857896910387150416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8857896910387150416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sorry-if-my-reactions-sayings.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R8kcXvom1YI/AAAAAAAABGU/edts_5kb8VA/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5633902543054238412</id><published>2008-02-14T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:23:37.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trip over love, you can get up&lt;br /&gt;fall in love &amp;amp; you will fall forever&lt;br /&gt;" would you, be my valentine, sweetheart? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all know, today is valentine's day as well as friendship day :)&lt;br /&gt;every 14th february, people from all over the world will be giving out candy,flowers&amp;amp; gifts that are exchanged between loved ones all in the name of st valentines. here i am, wishing every single one of you a happy valentine's day! even though im not celebrating it much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to : those who receive my gifts, im really really sorry to you guys because this is so called a last minute thang, so my gift to you guys wasn't so great what's more its a handmade ones. at least i gave it to you guys with sincerity &amp;amp; it's the thoughts that actually counts so i don't expect anything in return. a big thank you for the given gifts darls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was a blast! it cheers me up a little bit. i managed to gave out all of them, perfectly in their hands even though there were alot of it &amp;amp; we ate our "tapau" for recess together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : my bunch of walowalo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this afternoon, i'll be meeting yusof to pick up my gift under my block! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you without knowing how, or when&lt;br /&gt;i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;br /&gt;so i love you because i know no other way&lt;br /&gt;than this: where i does no exist nor you,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very very happy indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5633902543054238412?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5633902543054238412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5633902543054238412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5633902543054238412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5633902543054238412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/trip-over-love-you-can-get-up-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7725968946012416684</id><published>2008-02-13T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:17:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the only word that i could describe: alone&lt;br /&gt;once in awhile, i avoid those noises, i could actually feel the peaceful enviroment sorrounding me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so pissed off with susu for no valid reason. maybe P.M.S? not too sure. i think its because that feeling towards him is gone. my love has gone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because i'm so over&lt;br /&gt;moving on, it's time&lt;br /&gt;you never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;hurt at first, a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;but no i'm so over, IM SO OVER IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is like living in this own world &amp;amp; i find him 24/7 irritating with his stoink face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.A, WELCOME BACK! :D&lt;br /&gt;im glad you will be coming back in one piece. i missed you truckloads during your two-weeks-journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: did you remember to get any gift for me? :) i hope you do beause im waiting patiently for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then again, welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word for hubby : hatred&lt;br /&gt;you know what bby? IM STILL HAVING MY DOUBTS ON YOU! the previous post that was written specially for you was just a bunch of "bullshit" get it?! i don't love you. my weakness : your sweet talkings, honey. the moment you sweet talk, my heart melts &amp;amp; i give in easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i wrote this in a moment of anger,the part about hubby is so not true! faker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wik says : i don't want YOU anymore &amp;amp; i have become sewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to valentines day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7725968946012416684?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7725968946012416684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7725968946012416684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7725968946012416684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7725968946012416684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/alone-only-word-that-i-could-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3558939983201939275</id><published>2008-02-11T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:01:29.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To : Dearest hubby, Happy 21st Monthsary! &amp;amp; also i would like to tell you that i truly madly love you! Im looking forward to our 2 years anniversary, which is soon. We have gone through hard times together &amp;amp; you never fail to make me smile every single day even though im mad at you despite our fights &amp;amp; each other busy daily routines, we managed to stay together till now. For you are, THE BEST HUSBAND :D i love you &amp;amp; only you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im willing to do anything just to save our relationship from falling apart because i don't want to watch it go to waste just like that after what we have gone through all this while. Hubby, try being unfaithful towards me &amp;amp; do stuffs that i hate behind my back &amp;amp; you will know the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what goes around,comes around"&lt;br /&gt;i believe in destiny,i believe in karma,i believe in fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to : Boyfriend stealer/snatcher,&lt;br /&gt;whoever-you-are, any eveil intention of snatching him away from me, you should just forget it because i'll turn you upside down if you do! try me whore, i don't talk big this time, i will sure do it :) very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, im far far far away in an island where there is no one except for you &amp;amp; me baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3558939983201939275?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3558939983201939275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3558939983201939275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3558939983201939275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3558939983201939275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/dearest-hubby-happy-21st-monthsary-also.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7108246488834410763</id><published>2008-01-16T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:39:26.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the time now : 6.10am&lt;br /&gt;im bored &amp;amp; just waiting for the time to pass by,so i decided to blog for a short while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im feeling oh-so-pissed-off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the fucking bitch who has no fucking originality at all&lt;br /&gt;everything that is written in my blog is&lt;strong&gt; 100&amp;amp; COPYRIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write out your own thang at your blog,you don't have to copy other people hardworks fucker!&lt;br /&gt;it's like the post is totally the same or should i say,almost the same,at least if you want to copy,can but you don't have to write it out exactly&lt;br /&gt;it's too much of a coincidence &amp;amp; it's like you're copy writing,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fun isn't it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mention any fucking names here so to those out there who thinks im talking about you,that's your fucking bussiness,i don't care a shit!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha! you better read this fucking post,read it fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO FUCKING ORIGINALITY &amp;amp; SO ARE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. you ain't original at all,you tend to follow people alot alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare confront me or so whatevershit,thinking that you're big fucker who can talk fucking big&lt;br /&gt;absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;! hahahaha! if you're not happy with this fucking post that is especially going out to you,just sit back &amp;amp; shut your fucking mouth up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKER! _!_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7108246488834410763?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7108246488834410763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7108246488834410763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7108246488834410763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7108246488834410763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-6.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2990236940763038951</id><published>2008-01-13T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:23:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH BOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt; im feeling super lethargic &amp;amp; tired! &lt;strong&gt;BOHOOHOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know,i've not been updating for the whole week for a simple reason :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM BUSY WITH SCHOOOOOL baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend,i've updated about the first week of school,so this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;it will be on the &lt;strong&gt;SECOND WEEK OF SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons resume as per normal&lt;br /&gt;SECOND WEEK OF SCHOOL has proved to be very tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED PLENTY OF REST &amp;amp; SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;TONS &amp;amp; TONS &amp;amp; TONS&lt;/strong&gt; of homework given almost everyday &amp;amp; it is not easy to pay attention &amp;amp; focus with a noisy class or even boring lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL GET RESTLESS!&lt;br /&gt;daily routines for the past few days :&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP,SCHOOL,COME BACK,REST,HOMEWORK &amp;amp; SLEEP AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im very sure that the next few weeks or months will be the same thang again &amp;amp; again&lt;br /&gt;what i know is that,for TWO reasons,&lt;strong&gt;I SUPER SUPER LOVE LAST FRIDAY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;why? because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST REASON-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend is here so i don't have to sleep early or even waking up early like 5 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;I CAN SLEEP ALL DAY LONG WITH HUBBY :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND REASON-&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20 MONTHSARY TO US&lt;/strong&gt;, me &amp;amp; you hubby!&lt;br /&gt;sinced we couldn't meetup,we spend the whole night on the phone &amp;amp; he was effing sweet yaw! &lt;strong&gt;*MELTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hubby,i can see you're changing &amp;amp; im happy to hear that, " &lt;strong&gt;BABY, IM GLAD YOU'RE CHANGING TOO&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUPS! I'VE CHANGED BUT ONLY FOR YOU! NOONEELSE, MY BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS OTHERS IS STILL THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;B,I MISS YOU TRUCKLOADS!&lt;/strong&gt; when can we meet?! i really hope to meet you soooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM GLAD THINGS ARE GOING OUR WAY NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've not been fighting liked we use too &amp;amp; i hope that we will remained like this&lt;br /&gt;EH! but &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S A RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT ANY FIGHTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IMAGINE. a relationship without fights,arguments &amp;amp; disagreements,dosen't it seems weird?!&lt;br /&gt;this is what they call an " &lt;strong&gt;UNHEALTHY&lt;/strong&gt; " &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; UNCOMPLETED&lt;/strong&gt; relationship&lt;br /&gt;they say that "&lt;strong&gt; FIGHTS ARE THE SPICE OF LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, every relationship do have fights &amp;amp; conflicts right?&lt;br /&gt;they say in every beginning of a relationship,everything seems &lt;strong&gt;OH-SO-PERFECT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the relationship seems so sweet,heavenly,beautiful,lovable&lt;br /&gt;you will fell like you're in heaven &amp;amp; everything seems &lt;strong&gt;OH-SO-WONDERFOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you will love everything about your partner&lt;br /&gt;but as time passes,you will start finding fucking faults with each other&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; especially for girls,you will start to nag more often,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SOON YOU WILL START OF FALL OUT FROM EACH OTHER ARMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope not for us,&lt;br /&gt;right hubby?! what did you&lt;strong&gt; P.ROMISE&lt;/strong&gt; me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUBBY &amp;amp; I : COUNTDOWN TO OUR 2 YEARS ANNIVERSARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour more to noon &amp;amp; hubby has yet to reply my msg&lt;br /&gt;i guess he's still sleeping&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tido maciam babi siak! haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;OH YAH&lt;/strong&gt;! i doubt i'll be blogging so often cause you-know-why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO WAIT FOR MY UPDATE NEXT WEEKEND ♥&lt;/span&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/2172978667653113865-2990236940763038951?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2990236940763038951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2990236940763038951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2990236940763038951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2990236940763038951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/01/booooooooooo-im-feeling-super-lethargic.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3034483966932335965</id><published>2008-01-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:10:54.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sorry for not posting on the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you badly want to hear how's school right? so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early but end up meeting shahidah late as ever,she was late too&lt;br /&gt;it's the first day of school for pri&amp;amp;sec school students after a long break of holidays&lt;br /&gt;i envy those people who are still on their holiday but sill they have to come back to school sooner or later right?&lt;br /&gt;swear,im still in the holiday mood,still blur as ever,it's hard to get over the holidays&lt;br /&gt;swear,im gonna study real hard &lt;strong&gt;*sighs*&lt;/strong&gt; for real or just words?&lt;br /&gt;as usual,school bored me but so much of teasing &amp;amp; laughter makes my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning assembly was long,the principal introduce all the teachers&lt;br /&gt;from sec1 to 5 &amp;amp; from express to na to nt &amp;amp; finally the deans etc&lt;br /&gt;as usual,the only na class that will have 3 teachers instead of 2&lt;br /&gt;namely &lt;strong&gt;mr chun&lt;/strong&gt;,last year teacher *gosh&lt;strong&gt;*,mr mazlee&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;mr tan ks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i've been wondering why we have 3 instead of 2? issit because of the class behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate the timetable arrangement,who the hell make the timetable sucks big time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;monday &amp;amp; thursday, we end class at 1 while tuesday &amp;amp; wednesday we end at 2&lt;br /&gt;why they don't want to make it to wednesday &amp;amp; thursday end at 1&lt;br /&gt;while monday &amp;amp; tuesday we end at 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that will be alot easier for me! hmpph!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 &amp;amp; 5 head to healthzone,tour -ed around &amp;amp; had the sexual talk thang&lt;br /&gt;since it is one way,we were released there&lt;br /&gt;anyway what's the purpose of us going to the healthzone?&lt;br /&gt;it's a boring place for learning journey,i must say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MACAM KEANAK-ANAKKAN ! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since dhe&lt;strong&gt;QIS&lt;/strong&gt; were hungry,we decided to have lunch together&lt;br /&gt;we really had a hard time deciding where to head till we came to a decision at &lt;strong&gt;JP LJS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;after lunch,tour-ed jp awhile &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;home sweet home&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we had this this &lt;strong&gt;" you can do it "&lt;/strong&gt; workshop by trybe for the sec 4 &amp;amp; 5&lt;br /&gt;starting of the workshop,everyone looks so sleepy &amp;amp; dead,we even played some games but still the same&lt;br /&gt;then the instructors split us into groups of 8 &amp;amp; that's when everyone became hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this " my &lt;strong&gt;DISC&lt;/strong&gt; profile " thang to do&lt;br /&gt;it's about whether you can know either you're a &lt;strong&gt;DISC &lt;/strong&gt;person &amp;amp; what each letter means&lt;br /&gt;so im a high s &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost everything that is stated there is so me! except for a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, tree-squirrel game,that's the most exciting part of the workshop&lt;br /&gt;we laughed out loud like hell!&lt;br /&gt;fatin was supposed to write what happened at her blog but i told her not to!&lt;br /&gt;so she's being nice not to do it! *blueks*&lt;br /&gt;during the game,by accident,nadhirah &amp;amp; i bump into each other,she hit my knee while i hit her forehead&lt;br /&gt;it hurts but it must have hurt nadhirah much much more,right? &lt;strong&gt;:X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SO SORRY!&lt;/strong&gt; everyone was rushing here &amp;amp; there so yeah,&lt;strong&gt;IM TERRIBLY SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the instructors are fun especially&lt;strong&gt; JASMINE&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;RAFFY&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;LEOVINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raffy could really act&lt;br /&gt;i must say,he's acting skills are good! as in really good!&lt;br /&gt;i had much fun &amp;amp; laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;EVERY YOUTH,A SUCCESS STORY &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;we believe that every you is destined for greatness &amp;amp; that each of them can be a success story in their own right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;FRIDAY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i was nervous &amp;amp; there's even butterflies inside my stomach&lt;br /&gt;the day that they've been waiting for before school even close&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; again,i was late!&lt;strong&gt; SORRY&lt;/strong&gt; to shahidah for waiting like almost to 15 mins &amp;amp; more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dragon boating for normal acad &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;no express, no normal tech!&lt;strong&gt; how cool is that?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head to kallang&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching we gathered around, played some games,settled down &amp;amp; finally off for dragon boating&lt;br /&gt;i was really nervous at that point of time although i knew that the boat won't capsize&lt;br /&gt;also because it was my first time doing this kind of thang,so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;we had fun,laughing,splashing water at other boats,other members &amp;amp; i even end up getting splashed!&lt;br /&gt;the time was too short &amp;amp; i hope that there will be this kind of thang again! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleanup &amp;amp; head back to school&lt;br /&gt;dhe&lt;strong&gt;QIS&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; nadiah head home together&lt;br /&gt;took 77 &amp;amp; head to interchange,hidayah went down first &amp;amp; the remaining went on seperate ways upon reaching interchange&lt;br /&gt;nadiah &amp;amp; sister head for wm,shahidah head home straight left me and saheera&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to head imm &amp;amp; lunch-ed at bagus&lt;br /&gt;we spent almost to 2 hours lunching there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saheera bought some stuffs &amp;amp; we cabbed home&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to pick azhar up from school but i was late&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to school,when reached,he was already out&lt;br /&gt;otw rushing there,i &lt;strong&gt;trip&amp;amp;felled&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i sprained my ankle &amp;amp; there's bruises here &amp;amp; there&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the indonesian maid &lt;strong&gt;*omg*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i fucking hate her, don't ever let me see you again&lt;br /&gt;i hope you die a tragic death! &lt;strong&gt;fuck you _!_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's school on monday &amp;amp; there's even P.E?&lt;br /&gt;how the hell am i going to school &amp;amp; do P.E? i hope that i can get well before monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NORMAL LESSONS WILL START NEXT WEEK ONWARDS! booooo! :(&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/2172978667653113865-3034483966932335965?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3034483966932335965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=3034483966932335965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3034483966932335965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/3034483966932335965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates-sorry-for-not-posting-on-first.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-876394266647830862</id><published>2008-01-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3tbgfWMtTI/AAAAAAAABDs/Tkz8bT1yAxQ/s1600-h/stacked%20books2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150811212556842290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3tbgfWMtTI/AAAAAAAABDs/Tkz8bT1yAxQ/s400/stacked%2520books2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; officially 2008&lt;br /&gt;yadayadayda, school's re-opening soon like what?!&lt;br /&gt;tml :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! butterfly in my stomach, im fucking excited about tml lah!&lt;br /&gt;i oh so miss everyone, i know you miss me too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since school starting, i doubt i can use the pc for hours&amp;amp;hours&amp;amp;hours like i use too becauseeeeeeee i'll be busy with school?&lt;br /&gt;nomore online shoppingggggggg *tsks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml will be the first week of school, after second week onwards i need to start studying,really&lt;br /&gt;because soon i'll be sitting for N &amp;amp; if i pass N, hopefully, i'll try my best, i need hubby to help &amp;amp; pray for me, i'll get to take O&lt;br /&gt;it's too soon, everything happenes in a blink of eye&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go ITE, NO NEVER! unlike some people, who are OH SO PROUS when they get in ITE? what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;if i can't get to POLY, i'll go to SHATEC or private? JC will be a absolutely NO for me, cannot get in at all&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER IT IS, MY TOP WORRY IS N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i guess it's time to turn in, i have to sleep early tonight or else i can't wake up tml morning&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams &amp;amp; goodnight readers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-876394266647830862?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/876394266647830862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=876394266647830862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/876394266647830862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/876394266647830862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2008/01/officially-2008-yadayadayda-schools-re.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3tbgfWMtTI/AAAAAAAABDs/Tkz8bT1yAxQ/s72-c/stacked%2520books2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2509118721797634994</id><published>2007-12-31T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3jCFfWMtSI/AAAAAAAABDk/W0K-VogmEMQ/s1600-h/Picture+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150079573467903266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="379" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3jCFfWMtSI/AAAAAAAABDk/W0K-VogmEMQ/s400/Picture+125.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST SISTER, SHARIFAH ADAWIYAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will get your present when school reopens okays? currently im broke, so you gotta wait :)&lt;br /&gt;i love you okay baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: im sorry if i have hurt you alot of times, really sorry D: i will do it again next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;strong&gt; 5 more hours to FUCK OFF 2007 &amp;amp; HELLO WELLO 2008 :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! im stuck infront of the pc on new years eve, like what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i supeeeeeeer hate everyone&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;firstly, family&lt;/strong&gt;- busy making epoks so cannot go out with them unless i have elder sister or bro that will be so wonderfool, i can tag wherever they go but sadly i don't *tsks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secondly, hubby&lt;/strong&gt;- currently outside with family &amp;amp; he's being dumb by asking alot of stupid questions, i bet he's having a great time outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thirdly, dudes&amp;amp;babes&lt;/strong&gt;- can't be bothered. either have plans with family or didn't allowed to go or whatevershit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fourthly, wani&lt;/strong&gt;- out with boyfriend&amp;amp;family, fuck you uh babe! i hate you, you P.ROMISE me alr&lt;br /&gt;i want to countdown with everyone &amp;amp; watch fireworks, &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i've been giving attitude to everyone in the family&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i got slapped! because i purposely dirty the whole house, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i hate everyone in the family,. fuck you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 will pass soon&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here like an idiot trying to remember what the hell happened in 2007&lt;br /&gt;what has 2007 been like for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year hasn't been a great one for me&lt;br /&gt;i have been crying alot, tossing &amp;amp; turning in bed worrying about the problem that im facing all this while&lt;br /&gt;problems from family to relationships and to friendship&lt;br /&gt;i lost that last chance of trust from family due to lieing too much, i just hope that i could regained it one day&lt;br /&gt;family almost breaking up but in the end saved, thankgod! whatever shit that happened in the family comes from me&lt;br /&gt;im the first person to start all this problem &amp;amp; end up parents fighting&lt;br /&gt;my relationship with hubby has gone from bad to worseeee, we end up fighting almost everytime&lt;br /&gt;im too sensitive baby, i can't afford to lose you &amp;amp; yeah i know, again, it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;i just want this new year to be a new us, a new me &amp;amp; new you, i want to us to fight nomore over such small matters &amp;amp; hope that we can live happily ever after like those fairytales ending although i know that there is no such thing in this world&lt;br /&gt;friendship? i lose a great friend, yeah i posted about her once in the beginning of my blogging&lt;br /&gt;but this time round its not me, its her &amp;amp; yah, i don't regret losing her as i got a bunch of wonderfool girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;i hope that this bunch of wonderfool girlfriends will remain the same, i don't want to lose you guys like how i lose her&lt;br /&gt;DHEQIS will remain as dheqis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been asking me, " &lt;strong&gt;WHATS YOUR NEW YEAR RESOLUTION FOR 2008&lt;/strong&gt;" ?&lt;br /&gt;i've not make any resolutions for the past few years because i think that resolutions are a pack of lies or dreams that i can't achieve, i've never achieve anything from it&lt;br /&gt;but this year, i think i will work hard towards it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; - work hard &amp;amp; done with N &amp;amp; get promoted to sec 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; - forget the unhappy stuffs that has happened for the past years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt; - be a better daughter, girlfriend &amp;amp; friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fourth&lt;/strong&gt; - change my fucking attitude &amp;amp; lead a happier life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifth&lt;/strong&gt; - to lose weight *omg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sixth&lt;/strong&gt; - stay healthy &amp;amp; be still kicking alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seventh&lt;/strong&gt; - able to save loads of money &amp;amp; spend it wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i can achieve it :/&lt;br /&gt;no confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in advance&lt;/span&gt; EARTHLINGS :D&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/2172978667653113865-2509118721797634994?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2509118721797634994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2509118721797634994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2509118721797634994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2509118721797634994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-8th-birthday-to-my-dearest-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3jCFfWMtSI/AAAAAAAABDk/W0K-VogmEMQ/s72-c/Picture+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8172000184604332985</id><published>2007-12-29T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:06.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3Y4oUcG6QI/AAAAAAAABDc/5Pz4fnS_dDc/s1600-h/1_1_133917841l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149365489277266178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3Y4oUcG6QI/AAAAAAAABDc/5Pz4fnS_dDc/s400/1_1_133917841l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;when everything's made to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know for who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another short post&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the pc &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly switch off on it's own after typing out a long post before even saving&amp;amp;posting it&lt;br /&gt;shocked, luckly it still can be used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;meeting hubby was wow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more doubts about him &amp;amp; his love&lt;br /&gt;i love him, very much, really&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate&amp;amp;treasure every moment when im with him&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything love &amp;amp; accompanying the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ILYSM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HUBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went out again, with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; wani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so called " &lt;strong&gt;last minute&lt;/strong&gt; " plan&lt;br /&gt;went out of the house secretly&amp;amp;escape from mother naggings *phew*&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE ROCKS MY ASS \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she make me addicted with songs by rihanna&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you again babe!&lt;br /&gt;im starting to mysm again &lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till here readers, will updatee again&lt;br /&gt;will be going out on new years eve,&lt;br /&gt;either with babes&amp;amp;dudes or family or hubby or wani&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to countdown alone &amp;amp; i want to wach fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeeeeee D:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leave me breathless like i would for you ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3Y4oUcG6QI/AAAAAAAABDc/5Pz4fnS_dDc/s72-c/1_1_133917841l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3675433104766005930</id><published>2007-12-27T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3OZ3kcG6NI/AAAAAAAABDE/ZEYXNKU_3nc/s1600-h/1_347739446_949da8bdd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148627978968033490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3OZ3kcG6NI/AAAAAAAABDE/ZEYXNKU_3nc/s400/1_347739446_949da8bdd9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as long as we walk hand in hand, baby they can't touch us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&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="right"&gt;short post for ya because im too lazy to update &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that im now more and more lazy to update this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will update more once 2008 arrives&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got back my hubby, he's back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if nothing gets on my way, i will be meeting him tml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;boy oh boy! i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; him dearly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3OZ30cG6OI/AAAAAAAABDM/60eQC3oVNKs/s1600-h/14117267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148627983263000802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R3OZ30cG6OI/AAAAAAAABDM/60eQC3oVNKs/s400/14117267.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only five requests from me baby, pleaseeeeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, &lt;strong&gt;can we walk hand in hand&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;second, &lt;strong&gt;stick to each other like glue&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;third, &lt;strong&gt;watch the sunset by the beach&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;fourth,&lt;strong&gt; kiss me and fly to the moon&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;fifth, &lt;strong&gt;hug each other like there's no tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-3675433104766005930?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3675433104766005930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the movie was &lt;strong&gt;WOLALALA~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much comment but it's a &lt;strong&gt;MUST WATCH&lt;/strong&gt; movie! &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fullstop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;so-oh-cutestuff&lt;/strong&gt; can? the chipmunks are&lt;strong&gt; definitely very cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPER SUPER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;don't forget to watch eh? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i rated this movie&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R25Y7kcG6MI/AAAAAAAABC8/1IC9OGuJHdE/s1600-h/1_starrate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147149204548151490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R25Y7kcG6MI/AAAAAAAABC8/1IC9OGuJHdE/s400/1_starrate.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fuck hell damn shit arsehole&lt;br /&gt;you people are fucking motherfucker, i fucking hate you big fucker&lt;br /&gt;fuck to you, you, you &amp;amp; you! damn it&lt;br /&gt;im getting really angry, can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im gonna fucking explode&lt;br /&gt;get the fucking hell lost out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;im gonna fucking kill everyone if they gets into my way&lt;br /&gt;god damn shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pissed&lt;br /&gt;so pissed off&lt;br /&gt;im so fucking pissed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*SCREAMS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only the &lt;strong&gt;SECOND DAY WITHOUT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUBBBBBBBBBBBY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where are you right now? i miss you damn much, please come back to our homeland as soon as possible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i desperately need hubby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i need you badly, you're not there&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could bring him back right now&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing i can do excpet to wait&lt;br /&gt;you leave me when im at worst, feeling as if i've been cursed&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited about this year christmas&lt;br /&gt;idk why, like so into the mood yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;blog song alr been changed to christmas song &amp;amp; the same applies to the bg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; last christmas,&lt;br /&gt;i gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;this year to save me from tears, i give it to someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that someone special is the same person that has been with me for 1 year plus long&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you bebeh! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mwarkies&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/2172978667653113865-6837183498225748593?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6837183498225748593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6837183498225748593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4546749850415279953</id><published>2007-12-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:07.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R23ZMkcG6FI/AAAAAAAABB8/o0QfuR5QKZU/s1600-h/1_18-12-07_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147008759117572178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R23ZMkcG6FI/AAAAAAAABB8/o0QfuR5QKZU/s400/1_18-12-07_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WIYAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sisterlove :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the only one, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; hubby more than anyone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;it's only &lt;strong&gt;THE FIRST DAY WITHOUT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought by now the time would take away these lonely tears&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're doing fine all alone&lt;br /&gt;where do i go from here?&lt;br /&gt;because without you i'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; without you, i've lost my way&lt;br /&gt;my heart's stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell my head to try to tell my heart&lt;br /&gt;that i'm better off without you because baby, i can't live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;br /&gt;my nights &amp;amp; days are grey&lt;br /&gt;if i reached out &amp;amp; touched the rain&lt;br /&gt;it just wouldn't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;you're the only reason the sun shines down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i'd slowly wilt &amp;amp; die&lt;br /&gt;but with you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason i'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; days &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HUBBY&lt;/span&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/2172978667653113865-4546749850415279953?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4546749850415279953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4546749850415279953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5177545427839364299</id><published>2007-12-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:07.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling &lt;strong&gt;OH-SO-SLEEPY D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to sleep after writing out this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke at at 7am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;quickly bath &amp;amp; off to meet shasha at bukit batok interchange&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet her at &lt;strong&gt;745&lt;/strong&gt; but end up reaching at &lt;strong&gt;815&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i'll always be the late one as i take my own sweet time to get ready &amp;amp; set off&lt;br /&gt;board&lt;strong&gt; 77&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; off to school&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;77&lt;/strong&gt; bustop just outside bukit batok sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHA&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;look so school kid as they were semangating wearing school uniform &amp;amp; bringing school bags&lt;br /&gt;school was packed with small kids registering for their sec 1&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NADHIRAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! i miss them! easy say " &lt;strong&gt;I MISS EVERYONE BADLY&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if they miss me or not but i sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; our class will be at the same level next year~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ewks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i want at the 4th level, must be the stupid teachers doing cause they know my &lt;strong&gt;NA&lt;/strong&gt; batch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school will be total silence without us as we make the most noise &amp;amp; the level we get is just opposite the staff room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW SWAY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;collect &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ic &amp;amp; also the paper for our rental of lockers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OFF WE GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 61 to westmall&lt;br /&gt;had our breakfast at&lt;strong&gt; MACDONALD&lt;/strong&gt;, again&lt;br /&gt;i still think macd breakfast are &lt;strong&gt;way better&lt;/strong&gt; than bk's&lt;br /&gt;tour the whole westmall &amp;amp; halfway while going to library, mother call &amp;amp; i've to rush home&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; family were supposed to go jalaning but due to &lt;strong&gt;OH-GRANDMA&lt;/strong&gt; diarrhoea, &lt;strong&gt;cancelled!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip back home was wasted~ thought of gossiping &amp;amp; bitching moreeeeee with them&lt;br /&gt;back home, i slept for hours &amp;amp; hours yet im still sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2u_ckcG6EI/AAAAAAAABB0/k2B47FKV3IU/s1600-h/1_screamingforyou.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146417496739735618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2u_ckcG6EI/AAAAAAAABB0/k2B47FKV3IU/s400/1_screamingforyou.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;when i say i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;inside, will you be screaming i love you?&lt;br /&gt;please do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously didn't mean it when i say, " &lt;strong&gt;if you didn't text me before you go &amp;amp; even when you come back, i will not talk to you for 1 whole year&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;its not possible, i will suffer badly, i need you the most, more than my family &amp;amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to me, you're my no 1, top priority baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i suffer so much when im with you but when i think back what's a relationship without ups&amp;amp;downs, right?&lt;br /&gt;please don't go back to your silent mode &lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are we now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;true love&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;or issit &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;infatuation&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sees the other person's flaws &amp;amp; still love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wants to seve the other person; selfless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;still spends time with others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;takes time to build the relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;other relationships and frendships grow stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trust and understanding results in less severe and less frequent jealousy&lt;br /&gt;encompasses a long-term commitment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;survives and sometimes is strengthened because of distance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quarrels are less serious and less often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quarrels can strengthen the relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INFATUATION&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sees the other person as perfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wants to get own needs met; selfish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;spends all time with the other person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quickly "falls" for the other person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;other relationships and friendships deteriorate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jealousy frequently &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;distance strains and often puts an end to the relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quarrels are serious and common &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quarrels can seriously damage the relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;we always say to each other, " &lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt; " but do you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;or issit like saying " &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love cheese&lt;/span&gt;" " &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my handphone&lt;/span&gt;" ?&lt;br /&gt;you're just using that commonly two letter word with other stuffs&lt;br /&gt;you don't mean it, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but no matter what i still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you may call me stupid or fool, i don't care because that is what i call love&lt;br /&gt;my love for him never ever fades&lt;br /&gt;i may like other guys or even saying that i hate him but in this heart there is only hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;strong&gt; MORE&lt;/strong&gt; hour &amp;amp; hubby will be gone &lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A SAFE JOURNEY&lt;/strong&gt; my dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll be waiting for your homecoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss you like fuck&lt;/span&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/2172978667653113865-5177545427839364299?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5177545427839364299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5177545427839364299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8231261431439953087</id><published>2007-12-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;change my blog song to "&lt;strong&gt;press pause&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;danity kane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice! really! &amp;amp; hearing the song makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;it will forever be stuck in your head after listening to this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Press pause on life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since there's no way to rewind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really wish we had more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast forward through hard times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Press pause on life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really wanna feel like you're all mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything is fine when you're here&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2pr2UcG5pI/AAAAAAAAA-c/UGoGqW0Hqq4/s1600-h/1_DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146044105167922834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2pr2UcG5pI/AAAAAAAAA-c/UGoGqW0Hqq4/s400/1_DSC00099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;used my brother hp to capture this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! the photo quality damn lousy &amp;amp; its&lt;strong&gt; SONY ERICSSON&lt;/strong&gt; mind you!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day &amp;amp; hubby will be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;completely D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna miss him, very very much.&lt;br /&gt;he'll only be coming home most probably on christmas&lt;br /&gt;he's going on a road trip to kl with family~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &amp;amp; there's no way i can contact him since he's going to left his handphone in singapore&lt;br /&gt;evil hubby, im going to suffer again for this 1,2,3,4 days. &lt;strong&gt;4DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i've another 1 good day with him left-&lt;br /&gt;who knows he might change after coming back from the road trip, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUICKLY GO &amp;amp; QUICKLY COME BACK HUBBY!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A SAFE JOURNEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't meet him last week &amp;amp; this week before he go, all because of my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;oh grandma! &lt;strong&gt;HOW CRUEL CAN YOU GET&lt;/strong&gt;? :/&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i have the chance to see him again after he comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will miss you like hell baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya aidiladha to all muslims in singapore and all over the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-8231261431439953087?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/8231261431439953087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=8231261431439953087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8231261431439953087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8231261431439953087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/change-my-blog-song-to-press-pause-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2pr2UcG5pI/AAAAAAAAA-c/UGoGqW0Hqq4/s72-c/1_DSC00099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3272861706233550082</id><published>2007-12-17T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:07.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2VYhEcG5oI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yF0lHRhyojM/s1600-h/HADYMIRZAKU!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144615474491221634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2VYhEcG5oI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yF0lHRhyojM/s400/HADYMIRZAKU!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's 1am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; ASIAN IDOL has just ended :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the host announce the winner, "&lt;strong&gt;HADY MIRZAAAAAAA&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! i was shock &amp;amp; actually cried! haa!&lt;br /&gt;so does everyone in the family,&lt;br /&gt;we were shouting like mad people in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! i didn't expect him to win as during the competition, everyone was good except for him!&lt;br /&gt;i thought &lt;strong&gt;MIKE&lt;/strong&gt; or even &lt;strong&gt;MAU&lt;/strong&gt; would won the asian idol, everyone was expecting that right?&lt;br /&gt;but who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER OF THE SECOND SEASON OF SINGAPORE IDOL&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HADY MIRZA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to MUHAMMAD MIRZAHADY BIN AMIR&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SO PROUD OF YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;malaysia, jaclyn victor ; si bibir besar confident sangat kan&lt;br /&gt;mampos kau malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;selamat kau tk menang!&lt;br /&gt;tengok siape menang sekarang?!&lt;br /&gt;singapore jugak, orang mane?&lt;br /&gt;melayu jugak!&lt;br /&gt;banggeee oeeei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEBYE TAUFIQ BATISAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO HADY MIRZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;once again, &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS HADY MIRZA ! ♥&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/2172978667653113865-3272861706233550082?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/3272861706233550082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2VYhEcG5oI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yF0lHRhyojM/s72-c/HADYMIRZAKU!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6905068948231881394</id><published>2007-12-16T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:03:05.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GOOD MORNING WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;currently the clock shows 8 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;it's sunday morning &amp;amp; people out there are still sleeping like a log&lt;br /&gt;im wideeeee awake although i slept late last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all thanks to hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after this, if this relationship dosen't work, i've made up my mind not to get attached&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be involve in any relationshop unless you can prove to me that not all men are the same&lt;br /&gt;you words are shit to me, i can't trust you, i don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;p.romises are nothing but spoken words to me&lt;br /&gt;i know im not your one&amp;amp;only so don't say so&lt;br /&gt;im not your world, my laughter&amp;amp;smile isn't real&lt;br /&gt;im not going to sit here&amp;amp;wait till you're ready&lt;br /&gt;i won't wait for your call or msgs anymore&lt;br /&gt;im not your girl, i don't need your money&lt;br /&gt;im not different, trust me&lt;br /&gt;really, im not looking for a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to be you everything&lt;br /&gt;i don't need you to be thinking about me every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;miss me when im goine so i can miss you two&lt;br /&gt;let me become your favourite gitl so you can be my favourite guy&lt;br /&gt;im not looking for any prince, i want a man that wants me to be myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Actions Speak Louder Than Words."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words are empty without actions to support them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If a picture is worth one thousand words, an action is worth one million"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, if you really want to feel loved - SHOW me that you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;tidakkah engkau tahu sayang&lt;br /&gt;betapaku sayang pada mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engkaulah insan yang ku cinta untuk selama-lamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tapi disebaliknya apa yang kau berikan padaku&lt;br /&gt;kasih dan sayang kini tiada&lt;br /&gt;pilunya di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;kini kau berubah&lt;br /&gt;kau tak seperti dulu&lt;br /&gt;mengapa sayang mengapa&lt;br /&gt;engkau jadi begini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kini aku menyesal mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;kerna cintaku dipermaikan secukup-cukupnya&lt;br /&gt;hampalah hatiku dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;engkau membuatku tidak mahu cinta lagi sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa engkau permainkan cinta yang sudah kita bina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kini kalau tak sayang lagi berterus terang padaku&lt;br /&gt;jangan lah engkau menyiksa aku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak sanggup lagi ku menanggung dugaan cinta yang kau beri terhadap diriku&lt;br /&gt;sakitnya hatiku sampainya hatimu&lt;br /&gt;kau tidak melayan diriku seperti dahulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuba kau rasakan apa yang telah ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;kini pasti kau juga akan menyesali cintaku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini airmata pun mula mengalir&lt;br /&gt;engkau masih belum berubah&lt;br /&gt;engkau tetap sama&lt;br /&gt;kini aku meminta maaf kerna hatiku dah tertutup untuk dirimu oh sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lepaskan aku, bebaskan aku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pergilah sayang&lt;br /&gt;jangan kembali lagi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku dipermainkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6905068948231881394?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6905068948231881394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6905068948231881394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2Rz4kcG5kI/AAAAAAAAA90/Pzy1_A8ZYBQ/s1600-h/1_Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144364090055386690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2Rz4kcG5kI/AAAAAAAAA90/Pzy1_A8ZYBQ/s400/1_Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144364094350354002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2Rz40cG5lI/AAAAAAAAA98/uAEXfcPADDk/s400/1_Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144363772227806706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RzmEcG5fI/AAAAAAAAA9M/jMF8sIsW6bI/s400/1_Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYA&amp;amp;KIDDOWS&amp;amp; WAWA! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144363776522774018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RzmUcG5gI/AAAAAAAAA9U/PWuzU4PZtRY/s400/1_Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{above} DYA&amp;amp;NURUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{below}DYA&amp;amp;TAUFIQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER WONDERFOOL KIDDOWS :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144363776522774034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RzmUcG5hI/AAAAAAAAA9c/iwuS8bz4uek/s400/1_Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144363780817741346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RzmkcG5iI/AAAAAAAAA9k/W-GCKA3i8Qc/s400/1_Picture+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144363780817741362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RzmkcG5jI/AAAAAAAAA9s/51QZcBMlLx4/s400/1_Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_- my eye 1big, 1small, WDF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dya mouth is sooo sexaye, i tell you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362552457094562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RyfEcG5aI/AAAAAAAAA8k/m-UI3BfEmRo/s400/1_Picture+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYA&amp;amp;WAWA high-ING :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362552457094578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RyfEcG5bI/AAAAAAAAA8s/bs6W2kbJ-EE/s400/1_Picture+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362556752061890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RyfUcG5cI/AAAAAAAAA80/HHXhma9ZrAY/s400/1_Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362556752061906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RyfUcG5dI/AAAAAAAAA88/No2nY8yFzKc/s400/1_Picture+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362561047029218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2RyfkcG5eI/AAAAAAAAA9E/yTdC4c8eoNY/s400/1_Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt; goodbyee everyoneeeeee &lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so we went on our seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, accompanied dya&amp;amp;kiddows for their appointment at &lt;strong&gt;HPB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE HER KIDDOWS :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; once again, dyadya, please tell your mother, " &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;strong&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a wonderfool day thanks to &lt;strong&gt;DYA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that&lt;strong&gt; INDON&lt;/strong&gt; guys are cuteeeeee &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aku suka sama dia sikkkk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as always the picture is not well edited&lt;br /&gt;i need someone, an expert to tell me how to edit like an expert :)&lt;br /&gt;oh well!&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/2172978667653113865-9147583744928821835?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/9147583744928821835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=9147583744928821835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/9147583744928821835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/9147583744928821835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-always-picture-is-not-well-edited-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R2Rz4kcG5kI/AAAAAAAAA90/Pzy1_A8ZYBQ/s72-c/1_Picture+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5787345499025388104</id><published>2007-12-11T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:09.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R15eI_LvMZI/AAAAAAAAA70/o6zUmMo0UKw/s1600-h/wawa+love+azan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651332996313490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R15eI_LvMZI/AAAAAAAAA70/o6zUmMo0UKw/s400/wawa+love+azan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19th ANNIVERSARY HUBBY :) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WENT OUT ON OUR 19TH ANNI EARLY IN THE MORN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough. no need to elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just keep it short&amp;simple;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happen, just keep it to myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im just being straightforward&lt;br /&gt;seriously, im not least happy about our outing&lt;br /&gt;no excitement at all &amp;amp; nomore butterflies in my stomch when i think about you&lt;br /&gt;during the first convo till just now, i talk to you like my ordinary friend&lt;br /&gt;i treat you the same as how i treat my friend, idk why, it seems like the feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;it seems that "the feeling for you" has faded away&lt;br /&gt;curiously, where has it gone to? hotstuff? perhaps. im missing hotstuff&lt;br /&gt;i barely know him for 3 days &amp;amp; he's gone mia upon hearing that im already attached&lt;br /&gt;the one who makes my heart pump very fast &amp;amp; giving those butterflies are "HOTSTUFF"&lt;br /&gt;im craving for hotstuff :)&lt;br /&gt;the first time i saw him at my crib, his smile, omg, makes me melt&lt;br /&gt;i almost went out with hotstuff &amp;amp; hotstuff almost became my #2 boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time i was feeling freaking happy but fucking guilty two&lt;br /&gt;but why should i?&lt;br /&gt;you say that you will change for the better &amp;amp; be the old hubby like how i want two&lt;br /&gt;you P.ROMISE me, remember that, but where?&lt;br /&gt;the changes in you only last awhile&lt;br /&gt;im so fucking dissapointed in you&lt;br /&gt;i will follow &amp;amp; listen when you told me not to do the stuffs that you don't like&lt;br /&gt;what about me? did you ever listen?&lt;br /&gt;when i talk about guy FRIENDS, you tend to get jealous easily&lt;br /&gt;but when you talk about your girl FRIENDS, did you ever ask me?&lt;br /&gt;wheather im jealous or what? wheather i want to listen to your storys about them?&lt;br /&gt;if you can feel jealous, why not me?&lt;br /&gt;you have the cheeck to tell me that you're just friends&lt;br /&gt;you said that you were busy &amp;amp; you can't msg anyone since your handphone spoil&lt;br /&gt;fuck you liar, don't lemme ask you to fuck off from my life anymore&lt;br /&gt;you can msg your friend happily within seconds you're able to reply&lt;br /&gt;you even keep looking at your handphone like your msging your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER IT IS,&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i can't feel the trust, secure &amp;amp; affection from you nomore&lt;br /&gt;everything has goneee D:&lt;br /&gt;im willing to let you go&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to get hurt by another guy nomore&lt;br /&gt;probably if we, if we broke up, i've made up my mind not to get into relationships&lt;br /&gt;i think being single is the best damn thang&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like WIK- &amp;amp; be independent&lt;br /&gt;life of an independent woman &amp;amp; without relying on any man&lt;br /&gt;because all man are just the same&lt;br /&gt;there's no such thang as true love in this world &amp;amp; all man are rotten&lt;br /&gt;just what the hell they want from us women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint a doll you can play with&lt;br /&gt;if you want to play with my feelings, i'll give you till the end of the month&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the month, that's the end of 2007&lt;br /&gt;i want you to get the fucking hell lost from my life then&lt;br /&gt;i want us to remain history &amp;amp; don't you dare appear in my present&lt;br /&gt;i'll just act as if idk you&lt;br /&gt;i want to start life fresh anew for 2008 if that actually happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so not going to waste my tears on you anymore as BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY :)&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/2172978667653113865-5787345499025388104?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5787345499025388104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5787345499025388104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5787345499025388104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5787345499025388104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-19th-anniversary-hubby-as-always.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R15eI_LvMZI/AAAAAAAAA70/o6zUmMo0UKw/s72-c/wawa+love+azan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2065424459172783002</id><published>2007-12-10T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO &amp;amp; GOOD MORNING WORLD :D&lt;br /&gt;im still alive! yayee! thank god.&lt;br /&gt;half an hour more to 12 in the afternoon, easy said 12pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAA! im so missing someone!&lt;br /&gt;i know, you know who, don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;i've got 12more days with him &amp;amp; after that he'll be off to malaysia&lt;br /&gt;im going to use this 12days &amp;amp; treat him even nicely&lt;br /&gt;awww D: imy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, since the holidays, i've not been updating everyday&lt;br /&gt;as idk what to update about, kinda boring&lt;br /&gt;i think when school reopens i will update like everyday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; talk about my happenings&lt;br /&gt;confirm there's so much of happenings in school&lt;br /&gt;HAPPENING SCHOOL OOEI! ILOVE!&lt;br /&gt;so now, i think im so going to update alot alot these few days &amp;amp; idk why&lt;br /&gt;i was bloghopping &amp;amp; i see people updating like almost everytime&lt;br /&gt;as many as 4 posts at one day&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that? updating like their daily stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im so fucking jealous with their lifes&lt;br /&gt;OH-SO-WONDERFOOL-BEBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they're in the same state as me&lt;br /&gt;hols spent mostly at home &amp;amp; going out&lt;br /&gt;say that want to work but didn't make the effort to find one&lt;br /&gt;just waiting like an idiot for people to reccommend some jobs&lt;br /&gt;spend money too much &amp;amp; currently fucking broke&lt;br /&gt;when in need of money, cry&amp;amp;begging like some deadbitch&lt;br /&gt;oh lucky there's my dearest mum to provide me :D&lt;br /&gt;i know she don't mean what she say&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU ooei mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's officially 12.30pm&lt;br /&gt;i took 1 complete hour to finish this fucking short post&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i think im in love with the word 'FUCK'&lt;br /&gt;as you can see most of my post, there's FUCK in it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the clouds are dark&lt;br /&gt;it's raining arsehole! FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;luckly i didn't go out today&lt;br /&gt;KNNCB! i hope that tml won't be raining.&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING OUT FOR BREAKFAST with DEAREST BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tml will be our 19th anniversay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;{&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142295464891068802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R10aevLvMYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/qFqNJ790Rms/s400/taupokkie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his name is taupokkie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, if you're a fan of his too bad!&lt;br /&gt;im not a big fan of him, use to but nah&lt;br /&gt;i thought he's a nice guy but ever since mother&amp;amp;grandma say that he's a "KEREK" hell no!&lt;br /&gt;he's my sedare punyer sedare, saw him once&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! kerek mauts, muker mintaq kener sepak sial, mygod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wishing him a happy fucking 26th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;see im so kind to give a wish thou i hate him :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2065424459172783002?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2065424459172783002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2065424459172783002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2065424459172783002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2065424459172783002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-good-morning-world-d-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R10aevLvMYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/qFqNJ790Rms/s72-c/taupokkie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-2276696440502247917</id><published>2007-12-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:09.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1yR-fLvMXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/GnyONrN2yuY/s1600-h/1_black-and-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142145377258910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1yR-fLvMXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/GnyONrN2yuY/s400/1_black-and-white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh, i just hate the fucking weather during december &amp;amp; there's this another month two, if im not mistake it's febuary&lt;br /&gt;it will be raining terribly &amp;amp; nonstop, from morning till night&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; usually this period of time &amp;amp; weather, can make people fall sick&lt;br /&gt;i've just recover from sick like a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tha'ts why i can be SUPERHYPERACTIVE if not i'll be at a corner emoing like some deadbitch&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting stuck in bed and rot as long as you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there's a rainbow after all the rain&lt;br /&gt;hopping there's one but sadly to say i can only see the clear blue sky &amp;amp; everything wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain is like omg, terrible&lt;br /&gt;where you cannot play in the rain, like there's tunderstorns here and there&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK, so uncool _!_&lt;br /&gt;so someone, make me see the drop dead gorgeous or dead drop gorgeous rainbow pleaseeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE RAINBOW! &amp;amp; i only get to see two of them in my fucking entire fifteen years of life&lt;br /&gt;how sad is that *tsks*&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can see rainbow after every rain although it only last awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an&lt;strong&gt; APPLE&lt;/strong&gt;,put it in a pot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stir it ,stir it,stir it a lot!Pour some out now,what will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The prettiest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you ever did see!&lt;br /&gt;Take an &lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt;,put it in a pot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stir it,stir it, stir it a lot!Pour it out now,And what will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The prettiest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you ever did see!&lt;br /&gt;Take a &lt;strong&gt;lemon&lt;/strong&gt;, put it in a pot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stir it,stir it, stir it a lot!Pour it out now,and what will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The prettiest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,you ever did see!&lt;br /&gt;Take some &lt;strong&gt;limes&lt;/strong&gt;,put them in a pot,Stir it,stir it,stir it a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pour it out now, and what will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The prettiest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,you ever did see!&lt;br /&gt;Take some &lt;strong&gt;berries&lt;/strong&gt;,put them in a pot,Stir them,stir them, stir them a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pour them out now and what will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The prettiest &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you ever did see!&lt;br /&gt;Take some &lt;strong&gt;grapes &lt;/strong&gt;and put them in a potStir them,stir them, stir them a lot!Pour them out now and what will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The prettiest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you ever did see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; GREEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; colors are seen! Put them together and what will it be? &lt;strong&gt;THE PRETTIEST RAINBOW YOU EVER DID SEE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;feeling like OH-SO-BIG-KID !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;weeee! fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-2276696440502247917?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/2276696440502247917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=2276696440502247917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2276696440502247917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/2276696440502247917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-i-just-hate-fucking-weather-during.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1yR-fLvMXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/GnyONrN2yuY/s72-c/1_black-and-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-1844551389124716139</id><published>2007-12-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1t-OPLvMTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DvG35dBLuoU/s1600-h/1_wik&amp;amp;wawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141842182632583474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1t-OPLvMTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DvG35dBLuoU/s400/1_wik%2526wawa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAWA&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps: it's an old photo of us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today all plans were cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so instead of staying at home and sleep in this nice weather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i spent my day with dearest WIK-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were supposed to go out with EQAH but she's sick,OHWELLTOOBAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then change plan, she wanted to meet LOVES but in the end didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i was kind enough to accompany her to go out when actually i didn't want to due to laziness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we spent our day at LOT1 &amp;amp; LJS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how boring can that be? people hitting town but we? hit LOT1?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well, whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;enough. lazy to elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh ya! ilove tight butts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;back home, wik went to my area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;otw there, we were gossiping about &lt;strong&gt;WAN KEMBANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then suddenly, we really saw &lt;strong&gt;WAN KEMBANG&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; KEMBANG&lt;/strong&gt; saw us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then he became even &lt;strong&gt;KEMBANG&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;KEMBAN&lt;/strong&gt;G &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; KEMBANG&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; he got explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*tsks* pity him, end up in the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; not forgetting we saw &lt;strong&gt;WAN BOTAK&lt;/strong&gt; two! *gosh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but im not sure weather it's him but wik say it is, &lt;strong&gt;IDK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from the way he walk, it's &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anw we saw him near his house, so it must be him, &lt;strong&gt;CONFIRM&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uhuhohoh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've not been contacting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAWTSTUFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im trying my best to stay away from him &amp;amp; just love hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel so guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i fucking miss hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now there's nomore of contacting hubby since his handphone spoil D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;serve you right oooei b!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i must wait for him to contact me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pssst, i miss hubby fucking loads&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/2172978667653113865-1844551389124716139?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/1844551389124716139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=1844551389124716139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1844551389124716139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1844551389124716139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-all-plans-were-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1t-OPLvMTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DvG35dBLuoU/s72-c/1_wik%2526wawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-1975538104528941926</id><published>2007-12-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1t7KvLvMSI/AAAAAAAAA68/arAIwD0Bbow/s1600-h/OUROUTING.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141838823968157986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1t7KvLvMSI/AAAAAAAAA68/arAIwD0Bbow/s400/OUROUTING.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; like finally we get to go out as dheqisfam&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with dheqis will be strike off from the cravings&lt;br /&gt;WISH FULLFILLED! thankyou muchys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141294574302343138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1mMLPLvL-I/AAAAAAAAA4g/aOnZRq90bSs/s400/Picture+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141294578597310450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1mMLfLvL_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/cF5XLFHzm84/s400/Picture+175_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141296034591223938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1mJgfLvLsI/AAAAAAAAA2U/e5WCp6ciEH8/s400/Picture+220_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141291662314516194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1mJhvLvLuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WW8D-11MZNM/s400/Picture+218_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141291658019548882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1mJhfLvLtI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Fx0VAdWBqP0/s400/Picture+219_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: due to not enough time, this post will be edited soon :)&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/2172978667653113865-1975538104528941926?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/1975538104528941926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=1975538104528941926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1975538104528941926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/1975538104528941926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1t7KvLvMSI/AAAAAAAAA68/arAIwD0Bbow/s72-c/OUROUTING.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6258753822127657434</id><published>2007-12-04T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:25.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't believe it! gawd!&lt;br /&gt;after what happened yesterday, in the middle of the night, seriously make me don't like &lt;strong&gt;COCKROACHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i actually scream my lungs out at 1plus in the morn when there's this cockroaches at the kitchen flying around like superman&lt;br /&gt;but a dirty version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i oficially say that "&lt;strong&gt; I HAVE PHOBIA OF COCKROACHES&lt;/strong&gt;" ?&lt;br /&gt;fuck, they make my skin crawl *looks out for any cockroaches*&lt;br /&gt;how can those human being are able to eat the deep fried/steam or whatevershit cockroaches *&lt;strong&gt;GROSS&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i feel like puking when they swallowed it &amp;amp; say it's fucking nice!&lt;br /&gt;dirty arseholes, eat dirty stuffs&lt;br /&gt;i swear, if you ever scare me with a cockroach be it a real one or a fake one, im gonna kill you like hell out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1VbZ5Y2RzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/t5EeEk5y6gM/s1600-h/568948703l+(1)[original].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140115050173187890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1VbZ5Y2RzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/t5EeEk5y6gM/s400/568948703l+(1)%5Boriginal%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; like-idk-how-many-times-for-once-again i'll wish her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY LAH OOEI &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHAHIDAH SHAKIRIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOIK birthday girl, i've got a prezzie for you!&lt;br /&gt;but i can only give it to you when school reopens because idk where i can find your prezzie&lt;br /&gt;he's out there roaming around with the matreps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; your cuteee prezzie has turned to a dirty onee D: kesian&lt;br /&gt;dah kene influence dengan si nakal3 tak macam si tinggi aku! *weee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you tml babe &amp;amp; not forgetting the other &lt;strong&gt;QIS&lt;/strong&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all &amp;amp; im much excited about our outing tml&lt;br /&gt;im so going to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;like finally we can go out as &lt;strong&gt;dheQIS&lt;/strong&gt; cause whenever we go out, you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEMALAS&lt;/strong&gt;! cakap mak ko thaq kasie padehal mak ko supporting &lt;strong&gt;*SHEESH&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to go out with wani today *&lt;strong&gt;YIKES&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;but what happened? mother didn't allow me as im going out tml two&lt;br /&gt;she ask me to choose, either today or tml and so i said "&lt;strong&gt;TML&lt;/strong&gt;" cause its not easy to go out with dheqis&lt;br /&gt;luckly wani is understanding enough &amp;amp; said nevermind &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so our outing will be postpone to next week? maybe, to be confirm&lt;br /&gt;so went down to gombak mrt station to collect my elmo tee &amp;amp; black shawl&lt;br /&gt;currently on the ordered list are;&lt;br /&gt;superman tee&lt;br /&gt;spongebob tee&lt;br /&gt;cookie monster tee&lt;br /&gt;patrick star tee&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the im still looking out for rolling stone &amp;amp; other HOH inspired tee&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also my white skinnies at the price of 19bucks&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that, it's fucking cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAYS DONE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i get to know a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAWTSTUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but more to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CUTESTUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe after the outing tml, im meeting him *weee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FUCK! he call me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6258753822127657434?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6258753822127657434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6258753822127657434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6258753822127657434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6258753822127657434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-believe-ittt-gawd-after-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R1VbZ5Y2RzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/t5EeEk5y6gM/s72-c/568948703l+(1)%5Boriginal%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-5629371781259569845</id><published>2007-11-29T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:26.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRSTLY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05E9r3kW8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1iEkZX8C3wM/s1600-h/picture2life-41170[original].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138120051414817730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05E9r3kW8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1iEkZX8C3wM/s400/picture2life-41170%5Boriginal%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHICH ONE DO YOU PREFER? i know my editing sucks, making it worst &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05E973kW9I/AAAAAAAAA1s/7iVIA9WV6OU/s1600-h/1_821653382l+(1)[original].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138120055709785042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05E973kW9I/AAAAAAAAA1s/7iVIA9WV6OU/s400/1_821653382l+(1)%5Boriginal%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EQAH luhhseii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ; i just want to wish you a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY14thBIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunney, wait for your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexaye&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;spongebob&lt;/span&gt; longlong okays? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;em&gt;baru reborn aperk? chanteq3 :D&lt;/em&gt;} &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SECONDLY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05EAr3kW6I/AAAAAAAAA1U/wMpysg3ICpM/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138119003442797474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05EAr3kW6I/AAAAAAAAA1U/wMpysg3ICpM/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05EA73kW7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/t_a8pRXSlBk/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138119007737764786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05EA73kW7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/t_a8pRXSlBk/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BRATZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRED CLAUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAYEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;{macam ketinggalan zaman siak, everybody have watch except for me}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRATZ&lt;/strong&gt; was totally &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have watch at cinema or something with the big screen than it will be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLUSPLUSPLUS AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no cash, so too bad, get to watch on the pc will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRED CLAUS&lt;/strong&gt; was&lt;strong&gt; A SOSO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched halfway &amp;amp; i close the movie&lt;br /&gt;i find it simply awful&lt;br /&gt;how could the people who watch find it " &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Wonderful Christmas Movie&lt;/span&gt;" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't believe it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; THIRDLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05Ct73kW4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/jvxuKZEObgM/s1600-h/tRfrK003+(1)[original].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138117581808622466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05Ct73kW4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/jvxuKZEObgM/s400/tRfrK003+(1)%5Boriginal%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my bloody old handphone {&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;picture above&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;i've stuck with this handphone for half a year &amp;amp; soooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS CALLS FOR A NEW HANDPHONE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05Ct73kW5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/oMboj2du4iY/s1600-h/Main700copy+(1)[original].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138117581808622482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05Ct73kW5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/oMboj2du4iY/s400/Main700copy+(1)%5Boriginal%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT A NEW CELLPHONEEEEEEE! PLEASEEEEEEE, PLEASE &lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me throw the old handphone &amp;amp; get me this new one {picture below}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*SMILES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im like fucking desperate to change to a new cellphone, seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;, i have plenty of cash, i would have bought this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYBODY HAS A NEW HANDPHONE EXCEPT FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmphhh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so not fair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that im following them or whatevershit&lt;br /&gt;it's just that im fucking jealous&lt;br /&gt;mine is already old enough to let the dustbin eat&lt;br /&gt;*poor reception&lt;br /&gt;*dropped calls &amp;amp; battery life poor&lt;br /&gt;*no memory card&lt;br /&gt;*mp3 sucks&lt;br /&gt;*acceptable quality picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT'S SO GOOD ABOUT THE MOTOROLA V3 RED&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT SE W910I&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-5629371781259569845?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/5629371781259569845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=5629371781259569845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5629371781259569845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/5629371781259569845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R05E9r3kW8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1iEkZX8C3wM/s72-c/picture2life-41170%5Boriginal%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-8655786089853429486</id><published>2007-11-25T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:14:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Virgo and Scorpio join together in a love match, these Signs that are two apart in the Zodiac are brought together. Their placement gives the relationship an intense karmic bond. The Virgo-Scorpio couple is loyal and deep, with very strong ties. Usually, this couple will stay away from crowds; they aren't too inclined to go to parties or dances, but alone they can form a very fulfilling union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo and Scorpio enjoy working together toward acquisition: Virgo wants order and Scorpio wants power. Both of these Signs are about resources, including inheritances and property. This couple is very service-oriented and known to be dependable. They like to lend a hand to a friend or to the community. Additionally, Virgo can be withdrawn -- while Scorpio is more opaque and outgoing. Because of disparity, both Signs can learn from one another if they can agree to meet halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo is ruled by Mercury and Scorpio is ruled by Mars and Pluto. This combination is very heated, thanks to Pluto's influence. The two Signs unite to form the basic foundation of human relationships -- Mercury's communication and Mars's passion. Mercury and Mars go well together; Mercury is about the conscious mind, and Mars is about the passion of romance. Scorpio is rambunctious and intense, and Virgo is attracted to this energy. In turn, Scorpio needs the loyalty and practicality inherent in Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo is an Earth Sign and Scorpio is a Water Sign. Scorpio is a very deep Sign; it's an ocean, and too much turbulence will cause a violent storm. Scorpio emotionally hides in their shell, but when the pressure becomes too intense, suddenly explodes. Their mutual need for emotional security fosters extreme loyalty to one another. But while Virgo is simplistic, with everything laid bare on the surface, Scorpio is more concerned with the undercurrents of life. Scorpio can show Virgo life beyond the literal surface, and Virgo is attentive enough to pick up on this hidden conversation. Virgo can teach Scorpio the facts and that they are sometimes quite literal and can be dismissed at face value. Scorpio appreciates Virgo's practicality and Virgo enjoys Scorpio's devotion -- it proves they are loved and appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo is a Mutable Sign and Scorpio is a Fixed Sign. Once they have a common goal, nothing can get in the way of their love. When an argument arises, Virgo is adaptable enough to take a step backward and not allow a fight to take place. Scorpio often gets its way due to a stubborn streak. It's important for these partners to discuss what is truly important to them so they can have equal roles. This is not a relationship riddled with conflict. Both partners would rather work together than fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best aspect of the Virgo-Scorpio relationship? It's their ability to carry out goals when they put their minds to the task. When Scorpio realizes that Virgo is an asset and a leveling force in their life, this relationship will grow. Mutual determination and organization makes theirs a harmonious relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i find these stuff true &amp;amp; so decided to post them up&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had a proper conversation with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hubby&lt;/span&gt; after my prepaid went low&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to call him but i can't due to brother using the phone as well as the other family members&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i've got some money with me, &lt;strong&gt;YAYEES &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this relative of mine came over our house &amp;amp; gave us money&lt;br /&gt;now that i have a lil money on hand, im going to use that to &lt;strong&gt;TOPUP MY PREPAID CARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i seriously cannot live without having any credits on phone, seems so incomplete!&lt;br /&gt;so the first thing im going to do in the morning is &lt;strong&gt;GO OUT&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;TOPUP MY PREPAID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; then i can yada3 with hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS HIM SO MUCH LAH OOOEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what he's doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;does he miss me like i miss him? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, of course&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell him that i got some job offers &amp;amp; im taking up one of it&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if he let me work or not, im soooo going to persuade him&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how it goes :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like freaking bored right now&lt;br /&gt;i've been on the pc from morning at 9 till now, 7plus&lt;br /&gt;after blogging im going to switch off the pc &amp;amp; off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in the middle of the night, i will wake up &amp;amp; make some noiseeee! *&lt;strong&gt;WOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;half awake right now, seriously can't stand it, i need some gooood sleep&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping at 3plus almost everyday &amp;amp; waking up like 6 in the morning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WDF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im off. k,bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH HUBBYYYYYYY,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-8655786089853429486?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/8655786089853429486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=8655786089853429486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8655786089853429486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/8655786089853429486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/virgo-scorpio-when-virgo-and-scorpio.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6034449968741528653</id><published>2007-11-24T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:10:13.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATES &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have change my blog skin&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna stick to this skin unless im sick of it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have removed the tagboard&lt;br /&gt;why? some bitches are just plain jealous&lt;br /&gt;get this in your head bitches, if you're not happy with the posts/pictures/&lt;strong&gt;WHATEVERSHIT&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAWAOHLALA@bs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING HELL LOST OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of here&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to see you again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARSEHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; im thinking of changing my url but idk what to change to&lt;br /&gt;help me out will yaw? &lt;strong&gt;HONEY PLEASEEEE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im not yet done with updating stuffs at my blog, half complete&lt;br /&gt;so wait till it's fully done yawwww&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i want my blog not to look so &lt;strong&gt;DULL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there will be pictures&amp;amp;words, here&amp;amp;there&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i even delete some of the posts&lt;br /&gt;i don't think it should be stuck here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFICAILLY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yaw! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the family has been asking me for money&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i've got &lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt;! understand? so don't ask&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;SIGHS&lt;/strong&gt;* i need &lt;strong&gt;MONEY, MONEY, MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;why can't just the money grow on trees or even falls from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;ooooh! wouldn't that be nice but sadly there's no such thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping needs money &amp;amp; when i ask from mother she will nags&amp;amp;ask loads of question&lt;br /&gt;*irritating*&lt;br /&gt;shopping needs money &amp;amp; can i work? but im just plain lazy to look for one or even work just for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping needs money &amp;amp; i want to work but hubby says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! why? for some reason&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;when i have &lt;strong&gt;LOADS&lt;/strong&gt;of&lt;strong&gt;MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;, i'll just dump them somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SPLURGE!SPLURGE!SPLURGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when i've no money, i'll go crazyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i seriously need some cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bucks, enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LEND ME LAH OOOEI! HONEY PLEASEEEE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to topup my prepaid cared, it just went dead low afew days ago&lt;br /&gt;im suffering like hell, im having difficulty of contacting people&lt;br /&gt;i need to pay those blogshop owners, i bought there&amp;amp;that through online, i must say quite alot&lt;br /&gt;but how the hell am i going to pay them?&lt;br /&gt;comfirm they will go " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEADBUYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; excuses" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can only hold on to some cash next month or even&lt;strong&gt; NEXT YEAR&lt;/strong&gt; when school reopens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so pathethic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;im going to save my allowance starting of next year &amp;amp; when i have collected enough i will use if for &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING! YAYEE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's still desired stuffs that hasn't been fulfilled yet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; those stuffs need &lt;strong&gt;ALOT OF MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im going crazy over money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people been asking me out&lt;br /&gt;go here&amp;amp;there&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't all the going out need money?&lt;br /&gt;so what if it's window shopping or dude&lt;strong&gt;WATCHING&lt;/strong&gt;, think about the travel fare etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;please be understanding lah, my mum isn't going to sponser me any money for these holiday&lt;br /&gt;unless you want to supply me cash, it would be great! i won't say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;meeting hubby is still the &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;keep money oooei, save, save,save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends is like weekdays, just the same&lt;br /&gt;stuck infront of the pc on saturday&lt;br /&gt;while others hitting town, having fun, shopping&amp;amp;chilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh! *JEALOUS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*SCREEEEEEEAMS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6034449968741528653?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6034449968741528653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6034449968741528653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6034449968741528653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6034449968741528653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates-i-have-changed-my-blog-skin-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4214865032041633684</id><published>2007-11-22T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-L3kWjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/fsQG3Jhmocs/s1600-h/21-11-07_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593382284122674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-L3kWjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/fsQG3Jhmocs/s400/21-11-07_1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-b3kWkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/f2xbiYuQ9JQ/s1600-h/21-11-07_1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593386579089986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-b3kWkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/f2xbiYuQ9JQ/s400/21-11-07_1332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-b3kWlI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tNgNWy5m0GE/s1600-h/21-11-07_1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593386579090002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-b3kWlI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tNgNWy5m0GE/s400/21-11-07_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-r3kWmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/OQHvZYUBJ9s/s1600-h/21-11-07_1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593390874057314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-r3kWmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/OQHvZYUBJ9s/s400/21-11-07_1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-r3kWnI/AAAAAAAAAyk/M8Aq1ufWpzk/s1600-h/21-11-07_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593390874057330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-r3kWnI/AAAAAAAAAyk/M8Aq1ufWpzk/s400/21-11-07_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET UP WITH HUBBY YTD&lt;br /&gt;let me repeat that, "MEET UP WITH HUBBY YTD"&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY lah oooei! I MISS HIM SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; HE'S EFFING SWEET, I TELL YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;i was so reluctant to let him go when he send me home&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; NOW IM MISSING HIM AGAIN D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not story you on what happen ytd,&lt;br /&gt;shall not elaborate more, just keep it on my own&lt;br /&gt;ONLY I KNOW &amp;amp; HE KNOW, no one else&lt;br /&gt;HE MAKES MY DAY LAH OOOEI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today we didn't meet, idk why&lt;br /&gt;he silence, i silence, i know he busy with school stuffs&lt;br /&gt;shall not disturb him :D during your break we will go out almost everyday okays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HUBBY OOOEI!&lt;br /&gt;i miss you;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently talking to him on msn&lt;br /&gt;*butterflies in my stocmach lah oooei*&lt;br /&gt;suddenly that question POP out, oh gosh!&lt;br /&gt;SWEET SIUL :D always. hee!&lt;br /&gt;THE SWEETEST BOY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is dedicated to my hubby &amp;amp; no one else;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lFG0ssoOpp/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4214865032041633684?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4214865032041633684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4214865032041633684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4214865032041633684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4214865032041633684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/meet-up-with-hubby-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0VK-L3kWjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/fsQG3Jhmocs/s72-c/21-11-07_1331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-6155797660285662752</id><published>2007-11-19T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:32.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BAD NEWS;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't utter a word when she told me that info&lt;br /&gt;it seriously shock the hell out of my life but i can still take it&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is SO-OH-ERGH-I JUST COULDN'T DESCRIBE IT&lt;br /&gt;should i be feeling guity after cursing him like that?&lt;br /&gt;but why should i? after all that he had done to me&lt;br /&gt;must i be happy? sad? should i pity him?&lt;br /&gt;but thinking back, after all the heart pain that he had given me, HE DESERVES IT&lt;br /&gt;am i being cruel by saying that? he's now in a really really bad condition&lt;br /&gt;look at him sleeping makes my heart, OHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;i feeling like crying but i can't&lt;br /&gt;i have this urge to wake him up right now, apologise &amp;amp; talk to him nicely incase i couldn't get the chance to do so&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH! * TOUCH WOOD *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say one thing to you " GET WELL SOON FATHER, iloveyou "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY OGE :D&lt;br /&gt;you're one HOT HOT HOT CINONEH MATREP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NUR HIDAYAH RAHMAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN, that is just the PERFECT WORD that i could describe this outing&lt;br /&gt;DYA'S FULL OF CONFIDENT or CONFIDENCE?! haa, k, nehmind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYA HAS BEEN "MY WONDERFOOL BOYFRIEND" FOR ONE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;i requested her to be one &amp;amp; i hope that she will dress up like boyish, BUT NO! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS LITTLE CONFIDENT GIRL accompanied to me to the ICA building to make MY IC&lt;br /&gt;after a long period of waiting, LIKE FINALLY! &amp;amp; i was so excited to make MY IC&lt;br /&gt;seriously, IDK WHY! macam best gitu! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet dya at 10 but idk what time i reached&lt;br /&gt;train down to batok and met dya&lt;br /&gt;as usual, IM THE LATE ONE :D &amp;amp; off to batok macd for our BIG BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;IDK how many times dya went up &amp;amp; down to get unsufficient stuffs that goes along well with HER BIG BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i actually counted how many trains going towards JE, SEVEN yaw! &amp;amp; all the SEVEN trains, last cabin fill with LOADS of peepos, ERGH! dammit,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the bunch of kiddos playing near us were damn cute&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ONE HOUR, off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached &amp;amp; head for level 3, yada3!&lt;br /&gt;after like so longggggggg of waiting, IT WAS MY TURN!&lt;br /&gt;MY TURN! so the uncle asked me for my IC number, i had to keep repeating the same numbers as he was DEAD DEAF! seriously.&lt;br /&gt;about that, forget it, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it's done, so i peep outside, he said " YOUR FRINGE ARE COVERING YOUR EYEBROW, CANNOT TAKE PICTURE, GO TO THE TOILET AND CLIP UP THE FRINGE"&lt;br /&gt;i was like WTF okays, nabeh cheebye.&lt;br /&gt;peh bingit, ku aperk lagy ah siul, angkat kakie jalan ah siak peh toilet&lt;br /&gt;in the toilet, i was CURSING3 him like a mad women, seriously, cannot take it siul&lt;br /&gt;peepos were staring at me but i just HECK CARE!&lt;br /&gt;to that UNCLE , here's A BIG FUCK FOR YOU! takecare ah uncle, see you at your funeral tml&lt;br /&gt;IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything done, train down to bugis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so it was raining heavily, we ran through the road &amp;amp; just stand beside any peppos who are holding to an umbrella &amp;amp; share with them&lt;br /&gt;muker peh dasar tk tawus malu, huhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk around bugis street, IM SAVING UP MONEY TO BUY THOSE OHAHSTUFFS&lt;br /&gt;ate at KFC &amp;amp; home is otw ;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go home late, everyone is asking me to come home early, ergh&lt;br /&gt;so reached home around 4 plus &amp;amp; DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;during the journey, saw alot of HOT HOT HOT guys&lt;br /&gt;*SMILES*&lt;br /&gt;GUYS with long hair are SUPERDUPER HOT HOT HOT!&lt;br /&gt;but not that long, medium length ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU CONFIDENT OOOEI!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D good night my "boyfriend", it's late, go to sleep &amp;amp; dream of me :D&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU SOON ON THE NEXT OUTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GHML3kWfI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Uoz2ATjOi5k/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134533693593115122" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0JUwb3kWhI/AAAAAAAAAx0/g6KgnkIdH5o/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GA-L3kWQI/AAAAAAAAArc/KzmBBHSKnvY/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134526856005179650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GA-L3kWQI/AAAAAAAAArc/KzmBBHSKnvY/s400/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134759720542034466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0JUwr3kWiI/AAAAAAAAAx8/8DfdSS5Z7HM/s400/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GA-r3kWSI/AAAAAAAAArs/MVW59TNSaVs/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134526864595114274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GA-r3kWSI/AAAAAAAAArs/MVW59TNSaVs/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;CONFIDENT OOOEI GIRL &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GAK73kWLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RhDfkAJ_q2A/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134525975536883890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GAK73kWLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RhDfkAJ_q2A/s400/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GALL3kWMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/_g8ZJLJ3MIQ/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134525979831851202" style="DISPLAY: block; 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camwhore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0F7Hb3kWAI/AAAAAAAAApc/8Nc1KpuBUCs/s1600-h/Picture+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134520417849202690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0F7Hb3kWAI/AAAAAAAAApc/8Nc1KpuBUCs/s200/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0F6-73kV7I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Ow9e-y9NjLA/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134520271820314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0F6-73kV7I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Ow9e-y9NjLA/s200/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0F6_L3kV8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/lH68UM_sdFE/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134520276115281858" style="DISPLAY: block; 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WIFEY MISS HUBBY D:&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-6155797660285662752?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/6155797660285662752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=6155797660285662752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6155797660285662752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/6155797660285662752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-news-i-couldnt-utter-word-when-she_19.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/R0GHML3kWfI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Uoz2ATjOi5k/s72-c/Picture+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-43599432093238934</id><published>2007-11-17T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:42:20.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  oooeeei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SMILES*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku sungguh sayang boyf!&lt;br /&gt;dier sungguh maaaaaanis!&lt;br /&gt;aku sungguh rindu sama dier!&lt;br /&gt;aku harap dier rindu sama aku juga!&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta dier sepenuh hati lah oeei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;padan muker love kenek rashes without dots&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU NAK JUMPER LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEDNESDAY LAH OEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNGGUH THAQ SABAR SEHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE LOVE!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mwarks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello, i miss love terribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-43599432093238934?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/43599432093238934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=43599432093238934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/43599432093238934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/43599432093238934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-lah-mother-oeeei-d-okeys.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-7821807546986899341</id><published>2007-11-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:56:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS A LAST MINUTE PLAN OUTING !&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those who couldn't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133062005869269026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxMsr3kUCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4XvBajxx0Po/s400/the-game-plan-poster-750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134046738791026850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/Rz_MTr3kUKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/sWJHbxMgcvs/s400/game3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;EH CUTE RIGHT THE SMALL BITCH? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so like what the others who have watch says "its a must watch movie", "its worth it", " ive watch it a million times &amp;amp; still not get tired of it", " the movie is damn nice, must watch" blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;effing true alright, the 6 bucks is worth this movie, actually more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to watch at CP but we end up catching it at JP instead&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet at 3pm at the last cabin of bukit batok mrt station but we gather around 330 instead&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO THE DUDE :D&lt;br /&gt;supposingly the dudes wait for the babes right? but it turns out to be the other way round, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;black dog spoils the day, you know who you are, shithole!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; bad hair day for me, dead dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACHED.and so being kanchiong, went straight to buy the tickets for the 7 of us, its the 430 show&lt;br /&gt;345; while waiting for the black dog to arrive, he's sucha gay! slow siul! we went on our seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;415; meetup outside the cinema, bought NACHOS&amp;amp;POPCORNS &amp;amp; in we gooooo!&lt;br /&gt;the dudes were like freaking noisy &amp;amp; iLIKE their KECHONESS although like gay&lt;br /&gt;so we choose our sit anyhow &amp;amp; conquer the 3rd last, HECK CARE&amp;amp;FUCK to those who didn't get the sit :D&lt;br /&gt;waited &amp;amp; waited &amp;amp; like FINALLY it starts, so much of a thing happened during the movie&lt;br /&gt;DYA spill the cheese on my skinnies, ERGH! it't OKAYS :D &amp;amp; i spill a lil cheese on the women infront, i think she know,gee :D&lt;br /&gt;LAST FOR 2 HOURS; off to the toilet &amp;amp; tour jp for awhile and went to eat&lt;br /&gt;all the dudes head home except for syakir; damnimmatureddudes&lt;br /&gt;ate at LJS; talk3, eat3 &amp;amp; then something happened&lt;br /&gt;i NEED to get home before 8 orelse i will get locked outside, like WDF okays!&lt;br /&gt;head to the taxi stand, i took a cab home while the remaining went lepaking&lt;br /&gt;all mother fault lah because of her i can't lepak around witht them, idiot&lt;br /&gt;the cab fare cost me a BOMB okays, almost to 10BUCKS, NIGHT ROBBERY SIUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that is how it ENDS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring eh my story? hahahaha! BUT WHO CARES! at least im having fun just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIK! i told you bitch, the movie was worth it, besttttttttttt oeeeeei! NO REGRETS right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now for the pichas, pichas, pichas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxOP73kUII/AAAAAAAAAag/B2h1zEh3C7U/s1600-h/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133063710971285634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxOP73kUII/AAAAAAAAAag/B2h1zEh3C7U/s400/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;btwn these two pichas, there is a BLACK DOG, go find out yourself :P&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxOQb3kUJI/AAAAAAAAAao/ShiCCem-9Kw/s1600-h/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133063719561220242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxOQb3kUJI/AAAAAAAAAao/ShiCCem-9Kw/s400/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133063706676318322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxOPr3kUHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/6AndpdZAr7w/s400/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxNwL3kUDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dQdw2bmB3JQ/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133063165510438962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxNwL3kUDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dQdw2bmB3JQ/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133063178395340866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxNw73kUEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6yGw9UCskaM/s400/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxNxb3kUFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8HpnC1949II/s1600-h/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133063186985275474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxNxb3kUFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8HpnC1949II/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxNxr3kUGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PTVWz7webjk/s1600-h/IMG_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133063191280242786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxNxr3kUGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PTVWz7webjk/s400/IMG_0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be another outing with more peppos&lt;br /&gt;im so looking forward to it, YAYEES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUE TO MY LAZINESS, i won't bother to post pichas or edit the previous post&lt;br /&gt;okays, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-7821807546986899341?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/7821807546986899341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=7821807546986899341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7821807546986899341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/7821807546986899341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/RzxMsr3kUCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4XvBajxx0Po/s72-c/the-game-plan-poster-750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-4056959427862581661</id><published>2007-11-11T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:29:23.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays, note for everyone;&lt;br /&gt;for those peepos who want to go out with me&lt;br /&gt;im ABSOLUTELY FREE everyday except for WED,THURS &amp;amp; SAT&lt;br /&gt;that's the day im meeting HUBBY LOVES! so don`t ask me out on the mention days okays?&lt;br /&gt;if you dare to go out without asking me to come along, im gonna CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD, i tell you! HAA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18 MONTHS HUBBY :D&lt;br /&gt;that's 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 years sinced 110506;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; still counting; another 6 more months to our 2 years baby love&lt;br /&gt;i can`t wait *grins*&lt;br /&gt;HUBBY, wifey loves you like 42354543974395329575234, i just can`t describe our love&lt;br /&gt;ILYSM! &amp;amp; i hope YOU TWO!&lt;br /&gt;see you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon D: IMY!&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to wednesday! woooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit uh you bitch,&lt;br /&gt;i gotta off this lappie;&lt;br /&gt;will edit this post again when i get back home&lt;br /&gt;currently at uncle house; UNCLE &amp;amp; WIFEY IS FUCKING NICE!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM LAH! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172978667653113865-4056959427862581661?l=wawaohlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/feeds/4056959427862581661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172978667653113865&amp;postID=4056959427862581661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4056959427862581661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172978667653113865/posts/default/4056959427862581661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wawaohlala.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-18months-hubby-d-its-been-1-12.html' title=''/><author><name>ғ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155364600456493267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyoREosMvqM/S6gdqJGvt8I/AAAAAAAACq8/vWHONL8KoOw/S220/1FAFA+THE+RABBIT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172978667653113865.post-3181216626513504609</id><published>2007-11-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:20:38.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wawa just came back from uncle open house,famly gathering lah oeeeeei!&lt;br /&gt;there will be another one tml at sengkang, far siuuuuul!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now she`s feeling kinda pissed off, fuck sonofabitch&lt;br /&gt;ERGH, i hate you man, you bapokhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don`t bother to read this, if you`re want, just go on&lt;br /&gt;if not, get the fucking hell lost out of here, thankyous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siulkubencimakBAPAKkuuhsiul,perangaimacamPHUQIMAKS&lt;br /&gt;BABIENYERANAK,tkhalallangsong!&lt;br /&gt;kudamintaqmaaf,dacakapitsafuckinqsmallunderstandinq&lt;br /&gt;whyintheworldmustyoumakeitintosuchafuckingbigufuss?!&lt;br /&gt;korangmmguhsiak,namerjekmakBAPAK,perangaimacampehsundal&lt;br /&gt;pandaiberanakkananaktapiejageanaktktawus,mautsiul&
