<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:07:03.132+08:00</updated><category term='some things doesnt turn out what i expected it to be'/><category term='Happy Birthday Nyayi'/><category term='Happy Belated Birthday to Mama and Jessica (4thAug)'/><category term='ramblings. (='/><category term='random-ness'/><category term='=)'/><title type='text'>that's her....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2916010902647865292</id><published>2008-07-17T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:21:40.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its getting irritating when all i can do is just sit and follow all her wants. its not as if she's the big shot here. she's not even the one leading for goodness sake! and so what if your english is so bloody good when you have a stinking attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that its always me that have to accomodate to your timing and not you? and how come you kept on whining about you have insufficient functions to do? bloody hell. its the functions that counts not the number of names that you have on that sheet. making a big fuss over it as if the world's shaking. like hello?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with her siak?&lt;br /&gt;this FYP shit is ending next wed. and i thought my misery will end too. but as always, SHITS DO happen. another 6 months of #$%$#%$$#$%! i just dont know how to describe it! im telling you, if within this 6 months i cant take it, im going to... im going to fart i tell you. i'll make sure that it stinks her life till she cant breathe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2916010902647865292?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2916010902647865292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2916010902647865292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2916010902647865292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2916010902647865292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-getting-irritating-when-all-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2214274380474715028</id><published>2008-07-05T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:02:50.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've to side track from FYP for a while cause this bloody thing irritates me quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this video and u'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp"&gt;http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously how come they have the heart to do these kind of thing. try me skinning their own skin while they're alive. but before that, i've to hit them hard on the floor so that all their bones are broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously u know. i kept on "sial lah" all the way watching the video and almost cried. not really cried but u know... i just feel like going there and kick their balls in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i need to get back to my FYP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2214274380474715028?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2214274380474715028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2214274380474715028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2214274380474715028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2214274380474715028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-to-side-track-from-fyp-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-539819502633914463</id><published>2008-06-28T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:33:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psst, psst...: Some of the names/places/etc have been changed to **** to prevent any unwanted misunderstanding or whatsoever. This is a conversation between the Bestfriend and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha. k dah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i know where's ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; heads up high. says:&lt;br /&gt;really?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku takmu bilang kau uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; heads up high. says:&lt;br /&gt;kau pegi spy pe?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; heads up high. says:&lt;br /&gt;sumpah, dengki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teck whye kan home to be aku.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; heads up high. says:&lt;br /&gt;euwww! aku doakan tk mungkin terjadi! cpt blg dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;curious npk!&lt;br /&gt;dgr2 kau dah mcm malas nak layan bende2 gini lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; heads up high. says:&lt;br /&gt;duh!&lt;br /&gt;mane kau dgr? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ceh! tepok bontot tanye selera ah kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;last warning eh! haha.straight to the pt. aku ckp ke or blog ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kau pernah bilang aku kan tak salah. anything got to do with si **** or **** kau mcm. ouh ok. ape2 ah. something like that uh.&lt;br /&gt;tak ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;ntah. rase kot. shld be ****. haha. ok, anyway where's ****?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha'&lt;br /&gt;its near to hafiz's hse.&lt;br /&gt;takkan nak tgu bawah blok dia kan?&lt;br /&gt;ke nak pindah straight kat sane?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh? ok one day kite lepak2 sane. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pantat!&lt;br /&gt;pegi lah kau sorg2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;ishk. mane boleh. itu rumah si singa siak. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;teman lah! jadi kalau apape jadi, kau kan ade. nant ade singa fight. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hotak kau!&lt;br /&gt;singa fight panggil aku ah kire&lt;br /&gt;carik nahas je budak ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ape plak carik kau? u're one of the contestant. kau kn kaum die. fight on my behalf lor.. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;confirm plus chop dia menang.&lt;br /&gt;pasal tu daerah dia. mampos dia panggil geng2 singa dia dtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;chill. mane tau kau ade bakat terpendam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aku ni bukan nye ape.&lt;br /&gt;aku kan singa sopan.&lt;br /&gt;bukak langkah setapak je.&lt;br /&gt;kalau dia? bertapak2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. dont worry.. sbb confirm die dah terplanting kalau rambut kau bergerak when you roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;rambut kau penyelamat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok best ah!&lt;br /&gt;kau beri aku keyakinan yg sungguh kuat dah memberangsang.&lt;br /&gt;besok jugak kite lepak sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;good to hear that! k set eh.. oi, malay nt bad eh.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yes ar, besok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ape tak nye.&lt;br /&gt;baru smlm aku mimpi cikgu ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. baik pe? dlm mimpi pun die preach kt kau ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mcm tak tau gitu cikgu kau tu.&lt;br /&gt;mimpi tak mimpi, same jugak.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.. siakenz!&lt;br /&gt;eh tadi kau gi teck whye buat pe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hari2 aku gi teck whye. kenape?&lt;br /&gt;jumpe bakal aku uh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;ya allah! miang nk mampos. blg mak bapak kau ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mampos! aku dah bilang pakcik aku.&lt;br /&gt;dia tanye gerl minat masak? and i said no. then he asked, abeh minat ape? and i replied, minat khawin ah wak.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;i prefer if ur parents knw abt it. much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha. nak aku la tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;ya allah. mentel eh kau. thats y sejak2 ni aku rase element mentel aku mcm kurang. rupenye kau curik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=) says:&lt;br /&gt;kakak sedare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; aku jual this $1 ticket for a carnival or something. then mak aku beli. then she ask me aku nak tak. and i said yes ah. boleh pegi ngn kwn. and she look at me one kind. abeh tanye. dgn haf... (dia nye sebutan hafiz mcm fade off gitu) then i say tak lah dgn kwn. kalau dia dah ckp matair.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.. kalau bapak aku dgr...&lt;br /&gt;hmmph!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shayida; que sera sera. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. knnccb eh kau skarang. dah pandai menjawab. tk sia2 jadi singa.. haha. what carnival?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP, FYP, FYP. A few more weeks to dateline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama: bawah mate kau makin bengkak kan. tu lah. tido lmbt lagi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. all because of FYP. when the mood comes, i can stay up to 5/6am to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soooooooo cant wait to finish up this sem. 6 more weeks to go. and BYE2 accounting! ive skipped it like 5 times and im SO SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOO tempted to skip the next and the rest of the lessons. mampos! aku skip lagi, ade org maki aku "jahanam". tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think a bat's poo dropped on my left shoulder at WCP. punye la sway. seriously i feel like shooting it down. i was eating half way and that bloody poo landed nicely on my shoulder. mati siol selera. tapi otah2 aku tetap disental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its been a while since i laugh non-stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-539819502633914463?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/539819502633914463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=539819502633914463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/539819502633914463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/539819502633914463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/06/psst-psst.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4945182017586522699</id><published>2008-06-15T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:58:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she confronted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine night was brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP mood - MATI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 decisions going to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think i'll just let it go just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4945182017586522699?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4945182017586522699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4945182017586522699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4945182017586522699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4945182017586522699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2800992983221310162</id><published>2008-06-03T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:51:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, the trip to T3. nothing much expected. but i just miss being on those planes. having to pull the luggage, walking through the duty-free area if thats what its called and such. ok, i sounded as if i've always been on planes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ride session was fun! =)) make it often la k. so that my riding skills wont turn rusty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to see and at the same time eat with those old people filled with beers, menggatal and a half naked guy in front was seriously a turn off. i even lost my appetite to finish up my ice kachang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no more 2 hrs bus ride. im so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make a decent entry SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2800992983221310162?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2800992983221310162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2800992983221310162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2800992983221310162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2800992983221310162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-trip-to-t3.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8925564340467547852</id><published>2008-05-01T02:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T03:39:31.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FYP has taken most of my afternoons. including saturday morning and sometimes aftnoons. and the only time that i can rest is when i skip sch. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i skipped, i still have to come to sch in the afternoon just to be in the discussion for 2plus hrs. what luck siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its going to continue till the july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even dreamt of going to the spa. no, this is not berangan-angan. its because FYP topic is abt it. and that dream is the opposite of it. because instead of just relaxing in the spa, i have to stressfuly do abt the system. SEE..... its the complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the other day, i skipped my 2nd or 3rd time just to spend time with my bfriends. no, its just not the normal meet ups to eat. cause since its Shayida's birthday that day, we decide to do some make-up session. actually i wanted to just make my hair. but... for some reason i was dragged too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th April 08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195109342530393154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBi8bBLWVEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ku6gwlIItRk/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195109351120327762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBi8bhLWVFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/A-NmC7n7Peo/s320/me%26shayida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i learn something frm joni/jiawen. hide behind so that ur face dont look big in pictures. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195109359710262386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBi8cBLWVHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/J-G9MLxwNdk/s320/me%26shayida2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195109359710262370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBi8cBLWVGI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6-2K5n4dhyc/s320/me%26shayida1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and we look so sisterly here. tapi disebalik this picture, tak tahu betapa menyeksanye aku! mane dgn bau, badan melekit, berpeluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's wani u ask. she's the photographer cum makeup artiste. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30th May 08;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Woodlands Jetty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: I think today's sunset going to be nice. Lets stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195113809296381202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBjAfBLWVRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Qd_cAZhgFC4/s320/sunset+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195113805001413890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBjAexLWVQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/8GQpPF3iYBA/s320/sunset+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195113800706446578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBjAehLWVPI/AAAAAAAAAis/Djp7QZevwXk/s320/sunset+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195113796411479266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBjAeRLWVOI/AAAAAAAAAik/yL5RjLnrHRE/s320/sunset+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195113787821544658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBjAdxLWVNI/AAAAAAAAAic/dWuopX5Ps-E/s320/sunset+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;best sunset ever cause i finally get to see the sun's ball setting all the way down without any interference of clouds. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Labour Day. Liza's family are going to Sentosa for some fun together with her sibling's family, Zul, Zida and their parents. Lets go. G-O go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. i think i need to get some slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8925564340467547852?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8925564340467547852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8925564340467547852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8925564340467547852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8925564340467547852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/05/fyp-has-taken-most-of-my-afternoons.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/SBi8bBLWVEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ku6gwlIItRk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5308177763159748</id><published>2008-04-15T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:14:58.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you have $100,000?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy PSP, clothes, jeans, new hp, new laptop, more clothes, etc. ohh! i would buy a BRAND NEW BIKE! not that mountain bike but sports bike. =)) hahaha! mcm paham. if only the answer were that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the queue to the lift is getting longer day by day. and i thought we're clever enough to go to the emergency lift. skali people are also smarter than us dulu la sey. want it or not we have to climb up the stairs cause its going to 830. and bloody hell its 7TH STOREY U KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going up the 5th, control panting, legs loosen already.&lt;br /&gt;going up 6th, hold railings and pull myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opened the staircase door, and i forget where's my class. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they shd make either bigger or more lift seh. or maybe an escalator instead of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i skipped yesterday's. reason being, lazy. and so i lepak at lib continuing my FYP. and i got a handful of sindiran and nagging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5308177763159748?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5308177763159748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5308177763159748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5308177763159748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5308177763159748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-would-you-do-if-you-have-100000.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-181575887065538849</id><published>2008-04-12T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:21:14.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was sending Wani off to madrasah and saw this familiar cat. and i was thinking, is this the same cat that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;(staring at the cat to know whats its next move)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cat: &lt;em&gt;(stare back and start meowing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: alamak. dia ah. mcm mane ehk? &lt;em&gt;(walk backwards)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cat: &lt;em&gt;(crawling and meowing fiercely towards me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: wani! wani! tolong kakak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i nearly climbed on the railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: WANI!! cepat! halau dia. do something!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: &lt;em&gt;(stomping her feet)&lt;/em&gt; shoo! shoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: CEPAT LAGI! SAMPAI DIA LARI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wani: HAHAHAHAH! kakak penakut. kakak penakut &lt;em&gt;(with that nak ejek face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: -.- diam ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary shit siak that cat. im gonna call the animal association and make sure that particular cat is tangkap. chet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only the 1st week and im so damn tired. and that 1st day of school i was like, &lt;em&gt;fiz nak cabot?&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i feel so sick. whats with the flu and hot air coming out frm the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a SPACEBAR badly. someone, please.. pluck out urs and give it to me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-181575887065538849?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/181575887065538849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=181575887065538849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/181575887065538849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/181575887065538849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-sending-wani-off-to-madrasah-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5459306534474909365</id><published>2008-04-07T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:35:01.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok.. i've yet to update on the sentosa trip and the aftermath. but next time la ye.. mcm malas pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reach EXTRA early today since its the 1st day of school. we'll be early on the 2nd day too la ok and for the whole of 1st week. but for the subsequent week, we'll see how. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always cock up the 1st day. lift no power lah, class no air-con lah, no lights lah, connection sort lah, basically there's a power trip. irritating! and expect us to take the stairs all the way up to the 6th floor? tak dapat ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once i thought i lost my atm card. tried to transfer the 70cents frm the school's, for some reason it cant. and i thought since im already in front of the DBS in civic, i thought of giving it a try again. ar tu! hilang. its not where i usually put the card. emptied the whole bag for it sampaikan berpeluh2 pat tpt air-con tu tak jumpe2. then the other 2 was like having their problem with the account also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazreen: eh, card aku hilang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liana: asal balance aku tinggal zero dollars eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rina: &lt;em&gt;(something got to do with the shortage of money in her acc)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazreen: eh sial lah. takkan hilang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liana: . . . . . . . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazreen: &lt;em&gt;(takes out the laptop)&lt;/em&gt; pegangkan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rina: . . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazreen: liana pegangkan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liana: . . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazreen: eh seriouslah. hilang siol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how irritating can it get? i forgot what they actually said so i just put dots. cause i was like trying to find it and they kept telling abt their zero balance and short of money. HAHAHA.. pikir2 balik aku ketawe sendiri seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion? found it. where? in my WALLET where i put the ezlink. wah piang! buat kanchiong org je!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5459306534474909365?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5459306534474909365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5459306534474909365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5459306534474909365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5459306534474909365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/04/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7968335013361599229</id><published>2008-03-28T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:28:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Kau ni asyik kluar aje. Yg haritu pegi West Coast Park buat ape?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Makan lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Takkan makan sampai ke West Coast? Jauh nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Tak boleh ke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Dengan siape? Jongang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Tak lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Abeh siape?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Sepet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Oh. Dia sepet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Aah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Abeh naik motor dgn dia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Aah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Abeh peluk (shows with the action skali) gitu ah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Tak lah. Pegang pakai satu jari je.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: (with that cheeky face) Pegang ape tu pakai satu jari?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: HAHHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + + + + + + + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikDah: Dia senior ke junior?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Same age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: Alah. Tak best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Huh? Asal pulak tak best?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot what she replied. ish! tak nak aku matair tua2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7968335013361599229?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7968335013361599229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7968335013361599229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7968335013361599229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7968335013361599229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/bikdah-kau-ni-asyik-kluar-aje.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2456575610068000602</id><published>2008-03-26T22:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:06:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wani pass me the video of us singing the song yesterday. and seriously i cant stop laughing siak! HAHAHA! funny or what sehh. im not gonna post it here cause it'll be TOO embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shayida: Gerl! Kau seratus kg pe tak leh move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcm siak seh kau! haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, the overdue pictures. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067749523681810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnKZRd8hI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MQqRLYW_n_E/s320/BFriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067753818649122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnKpRd8iI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PgC5y21cNh0/s320/Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067758113616434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnK5Rd8jI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ltxLLIuYadE/s320/Us1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067766703551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnLZRd8kI/AAAAAAAAAds/od-W_qfRb2w/s320/Us2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;sikit je tak banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + + + + + + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the very very very long ago Science Center outing with the RP-ians. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069420265960434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-porpRd8_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/dnO-_5nOsHs/s320/surfing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Liana: Kite pose surping &lt;em&gt;(surfing)&lt;/em&gt; ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftr snapping,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Aku mcm rapping sak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069424560927746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-por5Rd9AI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rfYdiCr0GHM/s320/things.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069265647137682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-poipRd85I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Vl5nDnImF_c/s320/posingnpk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069269942104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-poi5Rd86I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ATYCPdD9u8k/s320/redtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069274237072306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pojJRd87I/AAAAAAAAAgk/btBArOgmhtw/s320/roundmirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069278532039618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pojZRd88I/AAAAAAAAAgs/alzeNKMSYGA/s320/shockchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatin: Hazreen, buat muke shock ah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Aku tak tau la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatin: Try aje.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Tak boleh la!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so thats the 'konon nye shock' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068943524590402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-poP5Rd80I/AAAAAAAAAfs/QMtrOrqbvyw/s320/onbed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068952114525010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-poQZRd81I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Jg41daMf8eU/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068960704459618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-poQ5Rd82I/AAAAAAAAAf8/gonKzOsyVl4/s320/picintree.jpg" border="0" /&gt; cool or what siak bende nih. put ur head in the trunk and it'll capture ur picture inside the tree and it'll be flash out onto the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068969294394226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-poRZRd83I/AAAAAAAAAgE/V0KpuGZlmH8/s320/pose1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we were walking back and then. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liana: Fatin, Hazreen pusing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ar tu! satu2 posing maut pusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068973589361538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-poRpRd84I/AAAAAAAAAgM/wtbVb42THUk/s320/pose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068535502697202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pn4JRd8vI/AAAAAAAAAfE/jB10nhOVqPI/s320/lianapendek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068539797664514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pn4ZRd8wI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fj6eUDrXuj4/s320/meeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Liana, kau tak seserious gini sak time band meeting dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068552682566418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pn5JRd8xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/eAZ2O2B1sUE/s320/mummies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068561272501026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pn5pRd8yI/AAAAAAAAAfc/KKAsmlN2w00/s320/mummy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068574157402930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pn6ZRd8zI/AAAAAAAAAfk/qeOWoLc_Iv4/s320/nano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068269214724770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnopRd8qI/AAAAAAAAAec/QZOabUr-_fo/s320/colorfloor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068273509692082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pno5Rd8rI/AAAAAAAAAek/tQ5PWJreDi8/s320/colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068290689561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnp5Rd8sI/AAAAAAAAAes/jA1nxEuX3as/s320/fatMirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the FAT mirror i've been mentioning abt. but if u see it real life, u can see how &lt;em&gt;gebu&lt;/em&gt; my arms are and my hips are sooo out of porportion to my upper part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068294984528594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnqJRd8tI/AAAAAAAAAe0/nGbu396LEGU/s320/grp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068299279495906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnqZRd8uI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fM82WIhyygg/s320/lawarnahlatu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067994336817746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnYpRd8lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/BSicFjQjZHg/s320/alakbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067994336817762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnYpRd8mI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XzrZpjHXFm8/s320/alaLaptop1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068002926752370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnZJRd8nI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5GX-y2PoLGI/s320/alaLaptop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068007221719682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnZZRd8oI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aV6prxi7_ww/s320/blockedwall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068011516686994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnZpRd8pI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4XqAlVMGk1c/s320/bodyless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cool shit seh this thingy. its like ur head being chop off and put in the middle of the plate surrounded by fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069415970993122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-porZRd8-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/iNKBqY2drkk/s320/steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&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/31195795-2456575610068000602?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2456575610068000602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2456575610068000602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2456575610068000602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2456575610068000602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/wani-pass-me-video-of-us-singing-song.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-pnKZRd8hI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MQqRLYW_n_E/s72-c/BFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7605533029498601728</id><published>2008-03-24T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:36:07.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;im back frm that far away place. byk punye far away. padehal msia jek! activities done were not fun but the people make-up for it. humorous nak mampos sedara dan pakcik makcik ku smua. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no pic cause my SD card lost. mcm siak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this entry is done PURELY because i wanted to and not because of 'after u blog, i blog' kind of thing OK. COINCIDENCE beb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181343721116791234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-fUqZRd8cI/AAAAAAAAAcs/h2SDyNPhM0Q/s320/skyoflove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;out with shayida to watch Sky of Love. a MUST MUST watch movie. touching gile! till the guy next to me was weeping. serious! i see him wiping away his tears frm my side eye. SEEE!! at least theres some guys out there appreciate these type of movies. definitely worth my 6bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to jurong to pick wani up and had dinner at Spagetti Too. ITS HALAL CERTIFIED. so dont worry... its not like Fish&amp;amp;Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;planned to meet him up aftr that and someone just has to spoil it. serious punye siak ah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes when i read blogs on how they appreciate their parents like there's no better parent than their own, i wonder if ALL child feel the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7605533029498601728?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7605533029498601728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7605533029498601728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7605533029498601728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7605533029498601728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-frm-that-far-away-place.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R-fUqZRd8cI/AAAAAAAAAcs/h2SDyNPhM0Q/s72-c/skyoflove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3705392094482617777</id><published>2008-03-21T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:31:48.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be going to a far away place in 4 hours time. so do pray for my safety alright? cause its REALLY REALLY a far away place. im afraid i might not be able to take it and just u know, give up half way or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to leave certain things behind. and that certain thing better behave HOR.. no hanky-panky with other indon ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont miss me alright. cause i'll be back SOON.&lt;br /&gt;WITH sourviners for the 3 impt people IF POSSIBLE. if not just seeing me is enough kan. betol tak? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flu is seriously irritating nak mampos! and i kept sneezing loudly like some 'bapak-bapak' sneeze. and there's no one there to remind me to take my panadol. =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3705392094482617777?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3705392094482617777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3705392094482617777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3705392094482617777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3705392094482617777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-be-going-to-far-away-place-in-4.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6137375248332990677</id><published>2008-03-18T16:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:25:04.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got paranoid eversince i got back frm the BBQ. i kept twisting and turning trying to sleep and i can only do that aftr 2hrs. i kept picturing the opened door and the door panel at our last chalet when im in the toilet. coincidently, there's hair at the toilet hole and it reminded me of Rule#1. sickening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was picking wani up frm school yesterday and i was mumbling &lt;em&gt;'Gotta see you Boo. Wanna see you Boo'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: ehh! i know that song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: kalau pandai teka ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ignored and continued eating her ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Say the hearts all over the world tonight. Say the hearts all over the world tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: WITH YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: wah... tau seh dia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Say the hearts all over the world tonight. Say the hearts all over the world tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: with you, with yoU, with YOU, wiTH YOU, WITH YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha! i was laughing like hell layaning her karenah.&lt;br /&gt;she was counting with her fingers while singing the 'with you' to see how many 'with you' are there. and asked, &lt;em&gt;kak, ade 5 'with you' kan?&lt;/em&gt; and i was like &lt;em&gt;ehk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP allocation's out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179008239965273890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R9-Ijf_zfyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WvzU6PtCNKc/s320/FYP.jpg" border="0" /&gt; excited or what?! excited kebabai! belom pape the supervisor emailed to say when's the first meeting. chet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6137375248332990677?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6137375248332990677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6137375248332990677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6137375248332990677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6137375248332990677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-paranoid-eversince-i-got-back-frm.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R9-Ijf_zfyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WvzU6PtCNKc/s72-c/FYP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6588009838116054562</id><published>2008-03-13T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:00:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was browsing through friendster and came across some pictures. somehow i miss working. at least there's something to look forward to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now? is either stay home or unwillingly volunteer myself at the shop. KNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna rewind back during secondary school. where all i do is school, band, homework. school, band, homework. no worries abt other things. if they were to ask me to unwillingly volunteer, there's always school or band as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe rewind back to primary school. where all i did was school, play, homework. school, play, homework, play. and back then, there's no such thing as The Shop yet so i din have to make up any excuses.&lt;br /&gt;But life back then was unorganized. everything was a mess. clothes not wash for weeks, house was in complete mess. and everytime we're back frm school, we have to peel 1 guni of onion and potato to make curry puffs. how pathetic can we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe back to kindergarden. yes. its much more CAREFREE. all u think abt was play, play, play. school work was not taken seriously. and you're too small to know anything abt doing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bloody hate the way things are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to rewind back and start EVERYTHING anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a complete NEW set of everything. yes, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i want to go far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;siape nak ikot angkat tangan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6588009838116054562?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6588009838116054562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6588009838116054562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6588009838116054562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6588009838116054562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/was-browsing-through-friendster-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-922995977478796347</id><published>2008-03-05T22:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:12:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promised Shayida that i'll wait for tml to continue "The Notebook". well, we'll see how it goes.. cause certain things cant wait for tml u see. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174285992952990018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R87BsjA-CUI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9RYuDMJz6j8/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KA-RA-O-KAY session just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174287384522393938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R87C9jA-CVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/V0qJnTrBqQ4/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and West Coast Park yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were being chauffeured by dearest Wani's BF. gerek ke ape seh kalau ade kereta. HAHA. its true when they say 'those who have a car is not stingy'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes! i've finally found the song that HE-who-compose it. Cinta Anak Kampung. and whenever i listen to the starting of it, i'll smile to myself thinking of the EDITED lyrics. hahaha! siak ah kau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been having nightmares like seriously. first was abt seeing Cik Kak. and just yesterday night was abt being brushed my her hair. and i kept on saying the Al-Fateha prayers and whatever prayers that i know. no more next time please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shayida coming over again tml. and suddenly im reminded of the picture we took just now with the small wani in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174285980068088114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R87BrzA-CTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4KfSCGh3NtE/s320/wani+with+a+questionmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;we always did this whenever she kaypo wanna take photo. but then again. after putting this up, i feel bad seh. hahaha. ok. lets remove the question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174288539868596578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R87EAzA-CWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D8bQgRDdqEU/s320/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-922995977478796347?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/922995977478796347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=922995977478796347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/922995977478796347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/922995977478796347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/promised-shayida-that-ill-wait-for-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R87BsjA-CUI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9RYuDMJz6j8/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2171695261714182984</id><published>2008-03-01T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:09:08.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so fat having to stay home 24hrs. serious. for the past 2 weeks, most of the time was spent slacking at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat, online, TV, sleep. eat, online, TV, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and the time that i went out is to fetch wani to and frm school. mendak gile babi punye ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky the BFriends kept meeting up cause of the frontpage thingy. if not, i'll just have to rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since the incident, i kept wanting to be back as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not trying to be a daddy's girl or a mummy's girl. nor would i want to be in their good books. if possible, i'd want to stay out as late as possible like what i used to. not bothering what they have to say at the end of the day cause its either i ignored or talked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess everything's different now. though i can still laugh and get all frust up at the same time, im still having the phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i look at the seat where i used to sit, i cant help but thinking back how violent, scary and aggressive he was. how badly he wanted me not to continue working. how embarrasing i looked like when i cried on the phone during the break at shawhouse. and having to cover up whenever people asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im already nighteen not nine la siak! and i got all frust up whenever mentioning abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jom fiz kite khawin. nak? =X&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA! ok. this part im seriously kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;for the 1st time in my 19 years, i made a cupcake ala muffin gituk. HAAHA. bak kate pepatah, cake potong kaki nye. takpe shida, april coming. nanti aku buatkan lah utk kau. if i got the mood. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2171695261714182984?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2171695261714182984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2171695261714182984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2171695261714182984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2171695261714182984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-so-fat-having-to-stay-home-24hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8651105940839359148</id><published>2008-02-20T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:49:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the caramel treat. part ni, aku sayang kau lebih ok. next time i wanna be money-less ah. so that i can get free treat everytime. =X hahaha. k, this part im kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169092896155191394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R7xOmh5TSGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/RMCcwfdhNTI/s320/img2553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;its not bad a movie. but somehow it kept me reminded of that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i felt so sinful waking up at 3 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets not make it a habit shall we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8651105940839359148?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8651105940839359148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8651105940839359148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8651105940839359148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8651105940839359148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-for-caramel-treat.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R7xOmh5TSGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/RMCcwfdhNTI/s72-c/img2553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5106680293840690864</id><published>2008-02-19T00:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:41:50.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still owe wani a review. and im seriously not good with words though Cikgu Ibrahim once said that i express through the karangan. ntah2 he sarcastically said that ehk. well, lets try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDITED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since its for some 'corporate' purposes, lets rephrase everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the name Nurrizawani reminds me of someone who is temperamental and is in need of anger management. It wasn't as bad as before. I mean its better now. Cause I remember the last time, someone wanted to borrow her sharpener back in art class and she said, "What?! Dont have la!" when actually it was in her transparent file. And she'll get pissed when things were change at the last min. She's the sort to have good time management and make the best out of it. Often labelled as arragont to strangers. But behind the stuck-up face, she's a daddy's girl who'll be home by 10pm, easy-going and a great companion for the past 7 years who never fails to give words of encouragement or advice whenever I run into problems. To those who have her, you're lucky cause she's an understanding and a great girlfriend, sister, friend, acquaintance. If not, it's ur loss. =))"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, i wouldnt want to exchange Shayida Norfini and Nurrizawani for anything. even the Boyfriend. cause i know i can fall on u guys any time. Bestfriends first then the Boy kan. like we've always mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;he did mention "sorry". but not to me. even if he did, what am i going to say? "oh, ur forgiven"?&lt;br /&gt;she mention i got the bashing partly of work. and asked to THINK what have i done to deserve it. u also mention "kau kene bukan nye tak sayang. sayang tu pasal kene". oh, im sorry.. after the kick attack on the head, i cant think. so i guess YOUR definition of sayang is different from mine. like duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5106680293840690864?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5106680293840690864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5106680293840690864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5106680293840690864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5106680293840690864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-still-owe-wani-review.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4347273733001241938</id><published>2008-02-16T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:40:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now people, dun make me laugh. seriously. no joke for time being cause im having trouble laughing. no laughing matter OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im so alright now after those bloodshot at work and the meet-up. though i seriously feel like gigit-ting u pasal nak lepaskan geram. but thinking of the consequences kan, tak payah sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to lie. and i came up with excuses instead of reasons to cover up. and i dont know if i can continue on lying. cause like u said, i can just say the real reason to make me feel better or to make him embarrassed. but thinking back, i just cant do it. well, maybe one day i can. but not now for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if im being weird or moody or difficult to talk with. i can predict it can go on for a few days. but i'll surely be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;put ice. apply tiger balm. drink soya bean. somemore? eat foods with protein like ermm, vegi?&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'll TRY to remember all that if someone reminds me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling hungry again aftr having shrooms meal for brunch and dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4347273733001241938?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4347273733001241938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4347273733001241938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4347273733001241938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4347273733001241938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-people-dun-make-me-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3343346543456292137</id><published>2008-02-15T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:38:23.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was trying very hard to heal the right ulcer, the left one came. the inner bottom part of the lips were bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headache was gone for that short 10-15 min session. but it came back. this time, with pain that is going to stick even if u pop down panadol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my forehead was uber nice with "cant-see" pimple. but now, there's one lump there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fine with the current lip. but it turns out i got one like Angelina Jolie on the bottom right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;, what a NICE ENDING TO THE VALENTINE.&lt;br /&gt;no roses? no kiss? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVERMIND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as there's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEELING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ANYTHING can happen. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE "WAKE UP CALL".&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL SUPER GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS TO YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be surprise if u guys ever see me tml on the roads. im not sure if it makes any diff. but, lets just smile and walk away shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3343346543456292137?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3343346543456292137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3343346543456292137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3343346543456292137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3343346543456292137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-trying-very-hard-to-heal-right.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-1648930221900389139</id><published>2008-02-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:09:46.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're always counting dwn to the time to knock off. serious gila babi nye slow i tell u. to let 5 min pass by is like hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last half an hour, 3 of us and 1 auntie was talking to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auntie: if u see me outside or at scotts, must say hi. cause if not i cannot recognise u. (refering to one of the girls)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: but u got see me at scotts also right? can recognise wan ma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auntie: (points at me) i can remember u.. cause u got big face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: HAHAHA! aiyo.. where can say like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auntie: eh.. dun laugh so loud. later supervisor say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAAHA! tak baik seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auntie: (looking at my punchcard) wah, u work alot of days. full shift somemore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ya lar.. wan to get married ma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auntie: girls also need to come out money? i thought guys only?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: girls also need to come out la for the wedding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forget how it ended up with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auntie: go out go in go out go in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: eeee... auntie. dirty minded sia u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auntie: what dirty minded? my mind not crooked ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! siak betol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;, there's this one indian guy kept staring for god knows what reason ever since i got on to train that day. frm jurong east till clementi, he din turn his head. i was hoping someone would block his view and thank god theres one. BUT i can throw up my breakfast just by looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was at the opposite and was &lt;strong&gt;digging his nose&lt;/strong&gt;. ok fine. and when he found the treasure, he ermm, i dont know what its called in english but in malay is &lt;em&gt;gentil&lt;/em&gt;. its like rolling it into a ball eh? something like that. and so he &lt;em&gt;gentil&lt;/em&gt; and smile looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u tell me. disgusting or what ehk? and aftr that he just &lt;em&gt;kuti&lt;/em&gt; it to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumpah! when i look at him, i felt soooo disgusted. tak bedek! with that cikopek face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw an old friend near my area. and i was like, ehh kau mcm dah lain gitu! dah lain kan? makin gemok ade?&lt;br /&gt;and ade aje chance nak kene kan aku balik. cause i was munching on Chipster and he was like, kau tu makan, makin gemok ehk.&lt;br /&gt;anyway wani, dia kirim salam. alah, yg curik neoprint kau tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pis, that song/entry.. THANKS VERY MUCH LA KANS. appreciate sungguh! why not record it and give it to me? sweet pe! &lt;em&gt;(sweet kebabai!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-1648930221900389139?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/1648930221900389139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=1648930221900389139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1648930221900389139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1648930221900389139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-always-counting-dwn-to-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-1422620455279052419</id><published>2008-02-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:23:22.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like the way it is now.&lt;br /&gt;work, meet-up, home. work, meet-up, online, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more doing something against my will. no more nagging. how peaceful can it get ehk!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, 2 games are still waiting to be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, they knew abt it already. and mcm drama2 gitu. that point when he said all those words, i felt so demoralising and so unsupportive. one tissue was not enough. but now its like peduli aku ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit! seriously, my left feet can still feel the dead rat. disgusting dan geli nak mampos!&lt;br /&gt;was walking back frm interchange when i feel i step on to something. thought was a branch or something. and when i turn and see, ar tu! it was a white rat! disgusting or what ehk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-1422620455279052419?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/1422620455279052419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=1422620455279052419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1422620455279052419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1422620455279052419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-like-way-it-is-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-723660158588155402</id><published>2008-01-30T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:58:04.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot its Bik Dah's birthday on the 28th. and i just remembered just now in the lorry and gave her a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: happy belated birthday bibik!&lt;br /&gt;her: oh, thank you. dah 2 hari lepas baru ingat?&lt;br /&gt;me: aah la. lupa. abeh bibik tak kecoh2 nak celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;her: yelah. slalu nye bibik yg ingat birthday korg. korg aje yg lupa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. thats VERY true. cause usually people remembers my birthday. and not the other way round. =X well, maybe because its easier to remember birthdays that are at the tip of the shit rather than the middle or somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess they're going to nag and lecture and nag if ONE DAY they are going to know abt this. serious. tak main2. kalau tak yg perempuan, yg lelaki. mau bet pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, im not gonna give a damn abt it. mcm tak tau gitu. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-723660158588155402?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/723660158588155402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=723660158588155402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/723660158588155402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/723660158588155402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-forgot-its-bik-dahs-birthday-on-28th.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-945872506171007765</id><published>2008-01-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:43:42.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the new faci is seriously naggy nak mampos! by the 3rd meeting, i cant stand him already. lucky he took only the last 2 problem and i came for the last one ONLY. if not, MAYBE i'll just skip all of his lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, slept over at nyayi's hse the other day and got lectured at AGAIN because of the same reason. and they like to assume things which are ermm, half true. which is soo not true. sampaikan hafiz gigik masok story. part tu memang. takde link pon diorg mati-matian nak link-kan jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengar2 datok aku tak sabar nak timang cicit! HAHA.. funny ah diorg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other note, the nice feeling is back. =)) very, very nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-945872506171007765?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/945872506171007765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=945872506171007765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/945872506171007765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/945872506171007765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-faci-is-seriously-naggy-nak-mampos.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-9146441867594919424</id><published>2008-01-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:43:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember her telling &lt;em&gt;"If anything happens, you can confide in me. You can also treat me as YOUR FRIEND."&lt;/em&gt; i guess time changes together with your attitude that make u forget your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for being HONEST. hoping to get some NICE nasihat or whatever shit other than those 'menyakitkan hati' words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u thought what u went through is just a routine or normal to others, when actually its like a big big thing for u, what u do is just keep mum hoping it'll get better and forget it. thinking u could handle it all by urself because others might discriminate or just think ur a pighead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and having a friend that could relate to ur problem and able to talk things out somehow ease the tension. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Hairil's being an irritant siak! i was in the room reading Cleo when i heard the TV switched to channel 8. and i wanted to know whats the new show abt. when he knows im standing behind watching, he switched to Suria. and i thought, ok maybe he wants to watch 'Kpak Bing Bing'. but its still on commercial. USUALLY, when there's advertisment, he'll change back to the former channel. but sadly, NO. and when i went back to my room, he change back to Channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMAK BETOL! mintak kene rembat siak! dengki habes ngn aku pasal tak kasi die dgr lagu pat laptop. dah la aku tgh no mood. nasib aku ni penyabar org nye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-9146441867594919424?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/9146441867594919424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=9146441867594919424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/9146441867594919424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/9146441867594919424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-remember-her-telling-if-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-58243855685171138</id><published>2008-01-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:47:08.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i heard Az's mcm anytime boleh kluarkan gitu. its so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, so thats the diff between girls and guys. they get everything on the dot and us girls are always the one being OVERLY PROTECTED BY just because we're the weaker sex. mcm paham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to think abt this cause like they say, ignorance is bliss. well, lets see how &lt;strong&gt;BLISS&lt;/strong&gt; its going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2007 POP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All time Fav EX-neighbour, EX-section-mate, and STILL GoodFriend Weihun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155678449040483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ymO8Mx4_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/70DAAyxZ838/s320/edited_weihun%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; no doubt we miss Zul. seriously. our anger-free SL. (ntah2 dalam hati curse and swear ajar kite. HAhA..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155678457630417922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ymPcMx5AI/AAAAAAAAAac/jf4HhvWxT_M/s320/edited_horns1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155678474810287122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ymQcMx5BI/AAAAAAAAAak/IUF7wmjAW3o/s320/edited_horns.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yuhua Concert Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155678487695189026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ymRMMx5CI/AAAAAAAAAas/5LBXWWUgHts/s320/band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sunset and sunrise are still waiting for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-58243855685171138?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/58243855685171138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=58243855685171138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/58243855685171138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/58243855685171138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-heard-azs-mcm-anytime-boleh-kluarkan.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ymO8Mx4_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/70DAAyxZ838/s72-c/edited_weihun%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2891761983614922167</id><published>2008-01-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:46:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after making a "hoo-ha" of it, decisions were changed. well, i shd've know better than to trust them. alah.. mcm tak biase gituk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the way im treated yesterday, serious shit nye thanks eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, concert that day was awesome. definitely worth my $46. and it makes me miss YHCB and the time spent in Japan years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to the end of yr 2 and say hello to FYP(s). exciting or what ehk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if people asked me again where Golden Mile is, im able to direct them. like they always say, u have to go through the hard way only then u'll remember. remember habes! kan liana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Beach Rd walk down to Arab St to go to Golden Landmark. and who's the one that say Golden Mile is beside Raffles Hospital? unreliable source betol!&lt;br /&gt;last2, the place is just beside the place where she bought her shoes. fuh! up, up, up sungguh darah when we still cant find the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 3 bottles of cream, we walked to and fro, for abt 1hr. just like that time we walked from BBDC to Jurong. naik melekit muka aku dibuatnye.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i dun mind going for the 2nd time. i mean walking ard for 1hr.. not there tho, byk mat foreigner yg tidak diminati. kalau local mats yg berwajah ayu takpe jugak. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking abt local mats, we saw some HOT hot guys during the outing to town with the BFriends that day. serious shit sak! lagi2 npk haizad. fuhlemak! boleh cair beb! hahaha... and those NewUrbanMale guys... i want a BF with that bod.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau dapat yg sekeping nak buat mcm mane kan... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;aku tetap sayang kau ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i had enough of people saying "...nanti boleh take over...". aku ckp ngn sesiape yg berniat gitu, DIE DIE MUST DIE ok?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ovKcMx4zI/AAAAAAAAAY0/F5q6alIUWck/s1600-h/edited_me%26eshya.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Odessey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ovKMMx4yI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5ASvUXcelsE/s1600-h/edited_horns.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154986529809097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ow78Mx40I/AAAAAAAAAY8/_v23QUjqng0/s320/odessey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154987019435369298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4oxYcMx41I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ycQudusptI4/s320/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154987255658570594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4oxmMMx42I/AAAAAAAAAZM/v7sndg83XYU/s320/edited_fatin,liana,me_part1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2891761983614922167?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2891761983614922167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2891761983614922167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2891761983614922167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2891761983614922167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-making-hoo-ha-of-it-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R4ow78Mx40I/AAAAAAAAAY8/_v23QUjqng0/s72-c/odessey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4020016666486385356</id><published>2008-01-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:42:44.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had some Boy Girl talk with bibik while preparing to meet the BFriends.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes how i wish i could have a sister. or maybe a twin sister instead of a twin brother. but if thats the case then i wont have known that oh-so-hot guy friends of his. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;bibik: haritu kakak pat bawah blok dgn die eh?&lt;br /&gt;me: aah. mcm mane kamu tau? mama bilang?&lt;br /&gt;bibik: aah. dah lame kakak dgn die?&lt;br /&gt;me: tak lah. belom pape lagi.&lt;br /&gt;bibik: iye ke??&lt;br /&gt;me: aah la. kawan rapat je.&lt;br /&gt;bibik: kawan rapat ke, kawan istemewa?&lt;br /&gt;me: rapat je lah.&lt;br /&gt;bibik: bile nak bawak balik rumah?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?! bawak balik rumah? buat ape? kenalkan ngn mama papa?&lt;br /&gt;bibik: aah la.&lt;br /&gt;me: iye. kalau dibawaknye, mati kene sepak la name nye.&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were asking and said, &lt;em&gt;"kawan kau nak pinjam laptop ke, pinjam bende lain?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam what the fuck gitu kan.. ni belom termasok what mama said when she knows i wanna watch sunrise. and bibik in the room was like &lt;em&gt;"takpe kak. saya sokong kakak."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwh... mcm sweet gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that 2 girlfriends lagi sweet! hahaha... that sketchbook serious shit nye bring back memories during the days. kental ke ape sak aku ni! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; those related things, HAHHA, especially the tissue. mcm paham je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks la yee.. and ON BEHALF OF THE banglas yg bermain mata ngn korg, sorry teramat. takpe. nanti aku report pat hafiz. die kan manager pade si bangla ni smua. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprise tak menjadi takpe. this year maseh ade lagi ehk. =)) HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4020016666486385356?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4020016666486385356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4020016666486385356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4020016666486385356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4020016666486385356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2008/01/had-some-boy-girl-talk-with-bibik-while.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8815620979875337717</id><published>2007-12-31T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:18:08.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;u&gt;US&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150195785848185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R3krx8Mx4tI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vceuITWL_kk/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;sometimes i wonder if we're twins cause we have no telepathy, no similarities, not alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like finally we're 19! well we're still young though. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to those who celebrated, sms-ed, IM-ed, friendster-ed. thanks.. though i didnt replied to most of the msg-es and IMs. cause either i was sleeping or my hand's too tired to type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats no excuse. seriously, cause the day before i was frying 4 boxes of dory fish for the wedding. and my phone die-ed on me on the same day. what luck siak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, how i celebrate today? eat ben&amp;amp;jerry's chocolate ice cream and yogurt. u know the big tub of yogurt that cost 6plus.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; that ben&amp;amp;jerry ice cream cheat my feeling siak! during hari raya haji that time the cousins bought the same brand and there's chocolate bits inside. and when i bought it, theres none. dengki habes ngn aku siol! dah la mahal pulak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yayi called and sing the Birthday Song. sweet or what sak! hahaha.. abeh hp potong steam. dah best2 nyanyi, hp auto off. wrong timing la seh! dah confident bebual and everything then they asked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;them: gerl2 dah 21 eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: tak lah. tua nah 21..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;them: abeh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: baru 19. muda lagi kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAH..!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150200974168679154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R3kwf8Mx4vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cAo0WRVxGaM/s320/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&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/31195795-8815620979875337717?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8815620979875337717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8815620979875337717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8815620979875337717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8815620979875337717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-well-happy-birthday-to-us-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R3krx8Mx4tI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vceuITWL_kk/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3146251867041357509</id><published>2007-12-26T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T03:00:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to update abt the pop and oddysey with pictures since last week. but it has been synchronizing since dont know when and i manage to retrieve only 2 pictures and a video. pathetic nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dikir com last sat was fun. cause we get to screen hot guys.. and i wanna go again next year. =)) this time, i'll make sure i'll be there the whole day. no alumni or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; as a result, he made a wasted trip. although i had a nice sleep ignoring his presence, i felt sorry the next day i woke up sehh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147987360909222594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R3FTOsMx4sI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Y5cBQUfymgI/s320/213672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;watched I Am Legend. and was not as what i expected lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the trip back was seriously, seriously a torturous one. whose bright idea was it to take 143 instead of 105? after the 1hr journey, count me lucky that i didnt puke my Long John Silver Combo 1 all out. no more 143 please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my first fall. i guess no more kr, no more sports bike. this time i'm more than willing to take on a scooter. =X that part, im SERIOUSLY kidding. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not even half of the carpark and i lost balance. i was like "ohh shit! ohh shit!" and fell. ar tu! kalah kan org accident parah. sampaikan helmet smua terjatoh. right leg blueblack, left knee luka, right arm aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; now, i cant sleep thinking of the minor 'accident' i had and kept smiling to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3146251867041357509?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3146251867041357509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3146251867041357509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3146251867041357509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3146251867041357509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/12/wanted-to-update-abt-pop-and-oddysey.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R3FTOsMx4sI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Y5cBQUfymgI/s72-c/213672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-367005601658425677</id><published>2007-12-17T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:31:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after all these years, they still cant understand. im so so so not interested in any of their business. like seriously. and there they are trying, and trying, and persuading which all sums up as forcing me. im so irritated gila babi punye seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku seriously takmu campur tangan ngn hal ni ah. u and ur business. mine with mine. fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$200/mth inclusive everything except daily allowance&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so not the least interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he asked, bagos nah la tu kerje dgn org luar dari org sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just starting to have my lunch and he started all these topic. appetite teros hilang. but i still manage to finish up. lapar oii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seriously know how to make a deal. &lt;em&gt;kalau kau keje, ada motor. kalau tak, tidak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku peduli ape! im not going to get myself involve in any of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-367005601658425677?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/367005601658425677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=367005601658425677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/367005601658425677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/367005601658425677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-all-these-years-they-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3215362613659477945</id><published>2007-12-11T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:14:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>felt so guilty not coming to sch for 2 days.. so much for my "die die cannot pon school". cheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im bored to death at home. both the girlfriends are either working or schooling. bosan la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 o'clock faster come.. then at least i've got something to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late lunch at pizzahut and then library to work on shida's 'snake&amp;amp;ladder' using Flash. kekek sak with the tumbling shoe, castle and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hairil was lying next to me whining abt his stomache and asked me to find any axe oil or something. aftr a while, he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: (jerks)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: (turns and look at him)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: (looks at me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ape? (smiling)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: asal gitu ah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ape? yg ail jerk tu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: aah.. slalu gitu tau kalau ail tido..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: HAHAHHA! ail mimpi ail jatoh dari katil la tu pasal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: aah seh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA! ape maksud sak..&lt;br /&gt;and i heard this morning that papa wanted to complain against the pizza that they ate on sun. because of the pizza, they fell ill. no wonder si ail sakit perot. tu lah... order bile part aku nak gi alumni.. dengki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i always attract the wrong group of people lah! skali aku simbah air panas pat cikopek tu baru tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; sampai hati si kembar aku tak bilang the news sehh.... maklom la. dgr2 dah ade motor skg? HAHA. benci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3215362613659477945?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3215362613659477945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3215362613659477945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3215362613659477945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3215362613659477945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/12/felt-so-guilty-not-coming-to-sch-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4379446027214831723</id><published>2007-12-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:07:30.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kept on taking naps this few days JUST A FEW HOURS BEFORE my usual bedtime. this is so sickening cause by the time i woke up, i feel all so fresh up. ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; we're supposed to go sch early today. and as usual, i woke up late. i kept rushing and rushing and msging, and rushing. i guess i need to get a new pair of slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was climbing up the bridge fast with my big bag, just finish msging liana, cursing the lady in front for walking damn slow . overtake her, and the next moment i knew, i was kneeling on my right knees, left hand supporting my weight. how i fell? dont know and dont bother to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG!!&lt;/span&gt; paisey nak mampos la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; confirm kalau aku perempuan yg pat belakang, aku dah kekek-kekekkan sak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess people there are still in their sleeping mode. no laughter heard. abeh org yg jln opposite me can still stand there looking so stun. bukan nak tolong. pantat die betol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up with tired knees and walk as fast as i could. no pandang belakang of course! malu beb! dibuatnye ade mat handsome pat belakang mcm mane kan. jatoh standard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt; suay betol! pagi-pagi dah buat aku malu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4379446027214831723?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4379446027214831723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4379446027214831723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4379446027214831723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4379446027214831723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-kept-on-taking-naps-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2524430992540492680</id><published>2007-12-04T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:27:25.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>papa went to my room with that "fierce, nak tak nak senyum" face. and i was like, must be about the shorts im wearing since some say it looks like sluar katok/underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he lay next to me and ask me to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have think long term and said i wanna take car liscence. cis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've used up all my leaves. now, die die cannot pon school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im all wide awake, ready for school, nobody calls. but when im sleeping and dont intend to go school, people keep calling. darah up je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayi can still call me at 8am and tell me that he wants to give me their bed cause they'll be buying a new one. even ask me to tell mama to take the bed from him today.&lt;br /&gt;wrong timing seh call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 19th Rabia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;i realise i'm still the youngest among ALL.. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2524430992540492680?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2524430992540492680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2524430992540492680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2524430992540492680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2524430992540492680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/12/papa-went-to-my-room-with-that-fierce.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6367124709342225151</id><published>2007-12-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:06:27.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game Plan,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139729005785248418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P8TJ-Z8qI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9LpXFle_VQQ/s200/game_plan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bratz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P8SZ-Z8oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PDVx05S-gMk/s1600-R/bratz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139728992900346498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P8SZ-Z8oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3ox1hiQRhrE/s200/bratz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tattooist,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139729010080215730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P8TZ-Z8rI/AAAAAAAAAXs/L4KyHqrDZ0M/s200/tattooist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Enchanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P8TJ-Z8pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Sh1ha7stW7U/s1600-R/enchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139729005785248402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P8TJ-Z8pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/n3gY-VbDWLU/s200/enchanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BestFriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139727717295059570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P7IJ-Z8nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NgZGod_Ali0/s320/bestfriends" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have a movie marathon till next week. at least i can look forward to something aftr school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been dragging my feet to school almost everyday especially for modules that are OH SO BORING! sucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wanna go to a Faraway Land. you know, somewhere away from home. away from all these people. away from the nonsenses. away from everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun mind me cause the mood just came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; thanks to the 2 GirlFriends, with their crapy-ness in MSN, makes me smile like an idiot in front of the laptop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please eh shayida, for ur contacts only ok? nanti kalau tidak si cinoneh tenyeh ketiak die pat aku mcm mane? tak bernafas aku dibuatnye.&lt;/p&gt;kot2 bsk kau tgk headlines &lt;strong&gt;"Girl suffocated due to unbearable scent of &lt;em&gt;ketiak&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6367124709342225151?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6367124709342225151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6367124709342225151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6367124709342225151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6367124709342225151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/12/game-plan-bratz-tattooist-enchanted.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/R1P8TJ-Z8qI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9LpXFle_VQQ/s72-c/game_plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4680117593269931267</id><published>2007-11-29T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:59:16.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was so pissed off with what happen in class. like they always say, &lt;em&gt;siapa makan chili, dia yg terasa pedas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmg pon aku terase pedas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIKIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. biol betol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so fucking not fair if u got the stares and blames were IN-directly pointing at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ckp ngn kau eh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEGI CONTINUE MAKAN BABI SANE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TSK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; im soooooo not looking forward to next week, and the week aftr, and the week aftr, and it goes on and on till the sem ends. im so not liking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well, at least i ended my day well with wani. =))&lt;br /&gt;let's have more of the open talk. shida, JOM besok lompat masok skali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4680117593269931267?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4680117593269931267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4680117593269931267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4680117593269931267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4680117593269931267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-so-pissed-off-with-what-happen-in.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8534378287970858224</id><published>2007-11-27T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:33:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mama plan to go desaru on the 23rd. i hope its cancelled. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so lazy to cross the causeway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wani, amcm? mau ikut lagi pa gi msia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's food has been sucky. seriously. or maybe im just the suay one.&lt;br /&gt;both time i wanted to eat something light, both time it suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horfun was salty. i think she put in too much ajinamoto or something. and i thought its called Seafood HorFun. then how come theres only a few slices of fishcake and a prawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or maybe a $2.50 horfun has a different quality from a $3.50 horfun. aku beli nasi lemak which cost $1.80 lagi sedap siol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having eaten the soto the previous time, i know that the soup is bland. and so, i put 2-3 spoonful of that sambal to &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; make it spicier or something. and it turns out that the sambal dah rosak la siak! mcm babi kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im used to mama's food and we always criticize whenever we eat out. i guess that explains why im cerewit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, im not gonna eat that in sch anymore. im gonna bring my own packed food which mama cooked. at least i know its going to taste&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUCH MUCH MORE NICER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that part, im kidding. cause she wont have the time to do all that for me. limit2, aku masak sendiri. independent beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and that lolly is still uneaten since ermmm, a few weeks? or 1 month ago? and i can see its getting sticky-er. im just so sayang to eat it la sey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be in sch now. as always, laziness stucks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after complaining about those foods, im getting hungry. since its that time of the month, i think im going to keep munching, and munching on food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8534378287970858224?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8534378287970858224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8534378287970858224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8534378287970858224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8534378287970858224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/mama-plan-to-go-desaru-on-23rd.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2668506014436688204</id><published>2007-11-25T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:48:52.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayida Norfini</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;im shayida, hazreen's (gerl) bestfriend. As always, gerl is being a lazy pig, refused to update her blog. HAHAHAHA. (((= that explains why im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what she's busy with. dating pe gerl? now, i must refrain myself from exposing all her big funny secrets lest she'll be ANGRY. later, her hair volume will increase, can resemble singa lapar. HAHAHAHA. tkmu marah k gerl. senyum sikit. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, a friend of mine pass away this morning due to a bike accident. Its so sudden and obviously im shock upon hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerl, tk payah beli motor sudah. Cause it'll be so worrying seh. Sweet kan aku? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2668506014436688204?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2668506014436688204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2668506014436688204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2668506014436688204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2668506014436688204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/shayida-norfini.html' title='Shayida Norfini'/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8220108208559550930</id><published>2007-11-21T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:18:41.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY, PP evaluation's over with 3hrs if sleep. yes ah!!&lt;br /&gt;its not as nerve-racking as i thought it'll be. and like i forgot this one whole chunk of info when the paper is just in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever la eh. the comments given were not bad. =))) though one of the assessor mcm taik, ask alot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh, Az taking his TP again today. he'll surely pass for sure cause his other twin wish him luck =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8220108208559550930?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8220108208559550930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8220108208559550930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8220108208559550930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8220108208559550930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-pp-evaluations-over-with-3hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-1431979527925069474</id><published>2007-11-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:39:40.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i so damn hate Monday morning. kononnye mcm Monday blues la tu. if i can skip again i would have skip lah. and because of Monday, i'm not able to fufil my "maximum twice per module" goal. pantat die betol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; like i cant wait to have my own transport. then i can just rempit to woodlands if i woke up at 8am. or at least i dont have to bother to think about the 10/15 minutes journey from home to MRT and MRT to RP. and i dont have to panic if the door open only one side when i tap my ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak suroh org, pikir ape? die pak sanggup aku pe? tapi, ok jugak pe kan? skali skala, ape salah nye kan bang? =) hahaha. si pemalas tu. =X&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i can ask hafiz gigi to send me. tapi malang nye die sudah quit. maybe for me he's willing to wake up at 8. who knows kan. hahaha! blah lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN was being a shit in sch. and the connection sucks. there's some virus thingy going on and like its so mendak and troublesome without it. difficult to transfer files and info. and most importantly, chatting. haha! and the people in class were hardworking than usual cause there's no form of distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenduri with the father's side on Saturday was not as bad as i thought since there's lots and lots of food to stuff myself with. and the cousin was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: dah slim eh girl2 skg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: biase la tu kan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: ni dah kat poly, mesti dah ade matair kan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: tak lah. mane ade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: takkan lah takde?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ade la ade. &lt;em&gt;(layankan je)&lt;/em&gt; keliling pinggang matair. sampai tak terkire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ape maksud eh? meaning if im in poly then its a MUST to have a bf la gitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the 2 girls for dinner at teh tarik yesterday. confession were made and dirty talks were told. chey2... mcm paham. since that day sak aku dgr cerite tu, naik polluted pikiran aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirekan this few weeks mcm ade movie marathon ah gitu.&lt;br /&gt;watched The Game Plan and Bratz the last two weeks. and Tatooist the next. i wanna watch Enchanted this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like Wednesday is it. after 9am, i can tear the poster in front of the accessors and jump for joy. HAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-1431979527925069474?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/1431979527925069474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=1431979527925069474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1431979527925069474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1431979527925069474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-so-damn-hate-monday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8426179114116030568</id><published>2007-11-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:00:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was reading back the past entries and i came across this entry in august mentioning abt the bbdc guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extracted frm august 3rd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouhh, its been 3 consecutive weeks! and its like every fri lah. fate or what? hahaha... his smile is my motivation. i could feel him saying &lt;em&gt;"Hazreen, jia you. You can pass. Lets take the TP together. I'll wait for u"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHHA!! berangan tak agak2 sak... suke aku! tapi aku suke kau more lah! oops! =X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whoa!! "Lets take TP together." berangan2 pon, it does came true jugak. part gini kalau mulut masin bagos kan? hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its his 2nd attempt and he did pass too. of course lah! with me around giving him mental support. =X&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mentel sak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confirm member kalau tak telinga, mata panas je..&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/31195795-8426179114116030568?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8426179114116030568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8426179114116030568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8426179114116030568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8426179114116030568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/was-reading-back-past-entries-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7101815143595096031</id><published>2007-11-07T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:28:43.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it bugs me sometimes, thinking that a friend actually lie or wants u out of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what a Friend said "its like fishing for a fish. its just that there's an extra bait. if he cant get the fish on the 1st bait, there's the 2nd one for a back-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for WOW-ing at his so called 'loyalty' or 'preseverance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt bother me that much having to know what he said to me and to others are a totally different things because i've been playing with this game all along and i've got used to it. but somehow, if u dont mean what u say, then just dont say it. dont just say out of desperation or just to please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, for this moment somehow, i've lost the respect i had for u as a friend. (for this moment AJE) and thinking of what u've said to me, its all merepek. bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, its not like i have some kind of feeling for him. but, it just annoys me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7101815143595096031?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7101815143595096031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7101815143595096031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7101815143595096031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7101815143595096031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-bugs-me-sometimes-thinking-that.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3303684914310905535</id><published>2007-11-05T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:41:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im seriously bored to death now. one week of holidays issnt helping at all. have to baby-sit wani and frm 1pm to 630 i've got nothing to do.. dont talk abt the chores at hm cause its been months since i touch on it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, ask me out leh... shd have gone to vivo with wani lah seh just now or went out to eat. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, that small wani drew this for us. i mean the family. i dunno what's the reason, but, ermm, the faces are all out of poportion lah. ahahaha.... nice work la ok wani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129276373755737874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7Zr5SDtxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ui_gR70aqbc/s320/100_2625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plans have been made that the two yellow shirt couple in the middle, will tie their knots. =X hahaha! BIG POSSIBILITY =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129276360870835954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7ZrJSDtvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pPVdlQ5UPqA/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129283301537986370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7f_JSDt0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/yWN5RddwP-U/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; this kecik was like, &lt;em&gt;kakak, u have to wear tudong tau. if not, wear songkok&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129283292948051762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7f-pSDtzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Cd7eAcBXI-c/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129283305832953682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7f_ZSDt1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/-MvO7EyOUZg/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;guess who this idiotic is.. HAHA! he's so gonna kill me if he knows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129280183391729442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7dJpSDtyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H7nJ4jnxY-M/s320/302_2484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, we still love each other kan Az? =X HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129283310127920994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7f_pSDt2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/GMiLbJp2ENQ/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;his friends came over raya-ing and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: zrin, they ask to choose. among the 3, who will u choose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: haha! what a question!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: who?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: i choose, none.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teros member tak layan. ahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129276369460770562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7ZrpSDtwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vs0rpa-7uFo/s320/100_2633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok bye. &lt;/p&gt;and for a while, i forgot i still have the PP poster to do. tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3303684914310905535?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3303684914310905535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3303684914310905535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3303684914310905535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3303684914310905535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-seriously-bored-to-death-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Ry7Zr5SDtxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ui_gR70aqbc/s72-c/100_2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5263397821475185565</id><published>2007-11-03T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:15:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was feeling sucky yesterday due to some stuff that made me think the worse of it. i hope its not going to be the last. like seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a convo with mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: bile kau nak naik moto? kau pakai moto papa yg color hitam sudah la.&lt;br /&gt;me: tak nak la. abeh nak suroh org naik scooter? takmu lah&lt;br /&gt;her: ok pe. abeh kalau mama belikan, kau nak bawak ke?&lt;br /&gt;me: bawak lah. apasal pulak tak nak bawak eh?&lt;br /&gt;her: takde lah. mane tau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takde maksud sak mak aku ni. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like i was in the lift with this old guy with his bike. i mean bicycle. he wanted to be friendly lah kans and so, he started the conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: u, indonesian?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: u indonesian?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: no. malay. *smiles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: oh. malay singaporean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ya. singaporean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: ohhh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(get out from the lift and mumble to myself)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: muka aku cantik2 gini die ckp mcm indonesian? nasib kau tak ckp muka aku ni mcm maid. kalau tidak, dlm lift tu jugak aku belasah kau! *roll eyes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, abang got into police too. wah sehh.... abang2 ku smua nya jadi abg polis sih...&lt;br /&gt;and mama was like, &lt;em&gt;dapat pulak abg kau masok police. ingatkan die masok army. tapi takpe la. lagi bagos die tak masok cd&lt;/em&gt;. HAHHAHA! condemn habes sak..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5263397821475185565?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5263397821475185565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5263397821475185565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5263397821475185565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5263397821475185565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/11/was-feeling-sucky-yesterday-due-to-some.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8453068448730327930</id><published>2007-10-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:33:21.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Lets out a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sigh of relieve)&lt;br /&gt;aftr 10mths, FINALLY, its all over. HAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more &lt;em&gt;"liana, naik bus eh. aku ade prac."&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"liana, ikot aku gi topup."&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"gerl, kau tak abis2 ngn prac kau."&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"amcm prac?"&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"niari aku tak free uh. ade prac."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah seh wah seh wah seh............&lt;br /&gt;=)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks for all the goodluckS =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh, did i mention i met that bbdc guy again? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no wonder la.. like i always say, he brings me luck kan bang? lagi2 he wish me gdluck just now. opps! =X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama was being kecoh. if possible she wanted to tell the WHOLE kampung abt it. calling sane, calling sini. keep it low profile sudah la kan? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; somehow being his Twin, aku boleh &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; ah sama die. i dont want to be labeled as kerek seh. chey2.. member geram beb.. takpe Az, time TP aku turon bbdc support kau dgn pong-pong skali ok? jadi cheer leader skejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kepada kawanku Shayida Norfini, aku tak update not because of aku asyik busy berdating di bawah blok ok. susah aku dapat kawan gini mcm. asyik pikir aku berdating je. jom ah we go secret recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We promise to STAY ALIVE"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA! what a pledge! &amp;amp; i kept on laughing lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8453068448730327930?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8453068448730327930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8453068448730327930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8453068448730327930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8453068448730327930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-word-fuh-lets-out-huge-sigh-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5282514620570540785</id><published>2007-10-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:59:10.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for a while, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erangai &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iak aku dtg. like again!&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah eh! sungguh benci sekali!&lt;br /&gt;whats up with all the shit? and from the start, i dont care a hoot abt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like whenever THEY need help only then they start interfering, only then they start THOSE nonsense talks. diam ah eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh menyakitkan hati! if only i can throw that pringles at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy4Ds7o41I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cZ9RvDIYxVw/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124172849781203794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy4Ds7o41I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cZ9RvDIYxVw/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, the Twins had an outing that day. ngada2 sak tu mamat. frm my hse to entertainment also wanna take cab. said the weather too hot and he dun wanna perspire. mintak kene sepak sak! haahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bought ferro rocher and a damn big lollipop which weigh 1.5kg for his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy3V87o4zI/AAAAAAAAAVM/DdP1QWa-xZQ/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124172063802188594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy3V87o4zI/AAAAAAAAAVM/DdP1QWa-xZQ/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy3WM7o40I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8RsPA_jHbow/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124172068097155906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy3WM7o40I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8RsPA_jHbow/s320/collage1.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;&amp;amp; he being such a sweetie, asked whether i want anything. remembering i lost my SD card, he bought one for me. and i was like, aku nak 1GB punye eh. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course lah. if he buy presents for his girl-friends, he'll also have to buy one for me. =))&lt;br /&gt;sayang kau la boboi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124172854076171106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy4D87o42I/AAAAAAAAAVk/jYkrT6NWuV8/s320/100_2547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5282514620570540785?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5282514620570540785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5282514620570540785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5282514620570540785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5282514620570540785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-while-p-erangai-m-cm-s-iak-aku-dtg.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rxy4Ds7o41I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cZ9RvDIYxVw/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4326414943882524022</id><published>2007-10-16T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T03:21:17.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, im suppose to continue my PP which has been hanging like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i kept thinking of accidents accidents accidents ever since i got the call frm wani. tho we're not related, and i dont know him, senior aku beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i've heard from word of mouth that either they (my friend's friend's or someone related to them) are critically injured or passed away. condolence to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all these are because of bikes. either they are the rider or the pillion, the consequences are still similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im thinking twice whether to continue on. terbantut skejap niat aku tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no worries, im going to get it over and done with SOON. yes, soon... mcm finally gitu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next mth aku boleh rempit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(HAHAHA.. mcm paham! blah lah kau.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4326414943882524022?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4326414943882524022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4326414943882524022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4326414943882524022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4326414943882524022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-im-suppose-to-continue-my-pp-which.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4115511424455681332</id><published>2007-10-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:48:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Joni's Birthday@ Fish&amp;amp;Co&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwybPM7o4uI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Qeik-8V0ls/s1600-h/CIMG0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119637561885123298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwybPM7o4uI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Qeik-8V0ls/s320/CIMG0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; so, we celebrated his belated on the 29th. he's actually older than me, but claims he's young &lt;em&gt;[according to some source]&lt;/em&gt;. thus, the birthday hat, mask, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZs87o4oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LSvyPQlkV7U/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119635873962975874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZs87o4oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LSvyPQlkV7U/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZtM7o4pI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0jxzZje5i-4/s1600-h/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119635878257943186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZtM7o4pI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0jxzZje5i-4/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a birthday celebration is not fun without any sabo-ing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZtM7o4qI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SCnE8Omp-SI/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119635878257943202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZtM7o4qI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SCnE8Omp-SI/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZtc7o4rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/u8V92WLCQho/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119635882552910514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyZtc7o4rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/u8V92WLCQho/s320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he sang 4 songs for each of us. =))) i like the cow/milk song joni.. sing for me on the 31st??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119636436603691714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyaNs7o4sI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4tFdjfWa9cg/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! sialar, i hope there's no such a word as karma. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119636440898659026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyaN87o4tI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zXCXmC2PwH4/s320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wani's Birthday@ 481&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633610515210866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyXpM7o4nI/AAAAAAAAATs/wR-9JJQ6kHk/s320/DSC01590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being her bestfriends, we're trying to be sweet. like suprising her.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643244126855922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwygZ87o4vI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZMdbT0Q7amU/s320/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyXoc7o4kI/AAAAAAAAATU/lnu6eKVShgA/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633597630308930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyXoc7o4kI/AAAAAAAAATU/lnu6eKVShgA/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyXos7o4lI/AAAAAAAAATc/X8OiqqRk1H4/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633601925276242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyXos7o4lI/AAAAAAAAATc/X8OiqqRk1H4/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyXos7o4mI/AAAAAAAAATk/78oEXrDORiU/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633601925276258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyXos7o4mI/AAAAAAAAATk/78oEXrDORiU/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alah, for more detail info kan, just go to &lt;a href="http://blahness.multiply.com/journal/item/263"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blog lah eh.. senang cerite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;ANOTHER Wani's Birthday @ my.house&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119645245581615874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyiOc7o4wI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LwbC26xuBr0/s320/Picture+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just know that the celebration is very kecoh/noisy and whatever words that can be fitted in it. with all the cousins &amp;amp; foods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV787o4gI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gbzlfrFs6Vk/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119631733614502402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV787o4gI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gbzlfrFs6Vk/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the birthday girl mcm cacing kepanasan. ever since she knows that we're celebrating for her, she cant sit still and kept wanting to bring out her PowerRanger cake. si Az tu pon satu. of all cartoons, he chooses PowerRanger for a girl? sungguh tak kene langsung. hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV9c7o4hI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TMhH0Yb2NGE/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119631759384306194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV9c7o4hI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TMhH0Yb2NGE/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV9c7o4iI/AAAAAAAAATE/oiAqNSk3ZPA/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119631759384306210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV9c7o4iI/AAAAAAAAATE/oiAqNSk3ZPA/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV9s7o4jI/AAAAAAAAATM/5jWdmGCpjxQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119631763679273522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwyV9s7o4jI/AAAAAAAAATM/5jWdmGCpjxQ/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Shirley's Birthday @ her.class&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119647182611866402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rwyj_M7o4yI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NpkC_nvx7Ys/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119647182611866386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rwyj_M7o4xI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gTln0dPhmM8/s320/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of all the birthdays.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY, its because of our impromptu decision to go Geylang that i cant get to eat my tomyam noodle. =(( im craving for it la seyyy...&lt;br /&gt;because of that, i fell asleep while msn-ing and because of that i had fun too. ape tak nye aku aje yg dikacau. tanda sayang la tu eh? cheh! hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; mama cooking duck. OMG! of all things duck? first time aku seh ni mkn itu itik.&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/31195795-4115511424455681332?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4115511424455681332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4115511424455681332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4115511424455681332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4115511424455681332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/10/jonis-birthday-fish-so-we-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RwybPM7o4uI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Qeik-8V0ls/s72-c/CIMG0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2544824693933678823</id><published>2007-10-03T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:43:52.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i need to forget about that damn thing for A WHILE. if not im going nuts thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im on the verge of,... screaming at anyone thats annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yes, even if u walk pass me dragging ur feet, i feel like chopping ur feet of so that i wont have to hear u drag anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;even if ur chatting at ur minimal level, i'll still find its ur maximum. get irritated and will ask u to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if u ask me questions regarding schoolwork, yes, i'll explain it to u. if u dun get it the first time, i'll raise my voice the 2nd time i explain. and if u dun get it the 3rd time, just say u understand cause i'll shout at u asking u to go ask another person if u still dun get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if i ask u questions, and u turn ONE BIG ROUND before answering, i'll get irritated myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i even find fault with the SmarterChild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVEN if u did NOTHING, i'll get annoyed. so please, get away frm me before i start throwing my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nasib Az takde pat rumah. if not he'll be the first one i ticked off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, i think this post is pointless. i tot aftr this entry i could keep it cool. but, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2544824693933678823?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2544824693933678823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2544824693933678823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2544824693933678823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2544824693933678823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-to-forget-about-that-damn-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-199341787782994847</id><published>2007-09-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:47:38.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>166words as a starter. and i still have 1834words more to go in just 5-7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went lib to avoid certain things from happening. mcm siak! well, at least i've completed like 1/4 of the PP there. better than nothing kan.. its not like i &lt;strong&gt;PURPOSELY&lt;/strong&gt; want to avoid it. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; craving for kfc ever since dont know when. and i saw this 'supposed-to-be-fasting' guy eating a kfc meal outside the lib. mintak kene jotos! nasib aku tak leh bau aroma die. if not i'll snatch the whipped potato or whatever food thats left frm him and bring it home to break fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly went blank today. all because of the samosa and chicken. was supposed to fry them and i kept sweating like hell as if i've just got off frm the rain. flowing habis-habisan. (confirm raidah teringat convo kite tadi. hahha) and the heat is just so hot. muka mcm blh rase pucat gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its a full day tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a nice ride. like finally gitu kan i got to ride on my dream bike. tho its not the &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; dream bike and im not the &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; rider, but ok la tu, look alike pon jadi la. asalkan ade feeling die dah kirekan ok. HAHAHA. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; shida, thanks for not cutting and pasting it. sayang sama kamu. aku make sure i'll not story-tell u via msn. once bitten twice shy beb. chey2... mcm paham!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-199341787782994847?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/199341787782994847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=199341787782994847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/199341787782994847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/199341787782994847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/166words-as-starter.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2987539293834621495</id><published>2007-09-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:55:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im taking a few days off this mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i seriously dont uderstand why guys have to take the day off too. i mean they have like absolutely NO excuse not to fast. well, except that they are sick or what (which i doubt so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so memalukan when 2 guys walked pass us and happily munching tidbits as if its like other normal days. tak malu ke mereka ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, was on the bus just now when i overheard another malay guy said "Aku puase setengah hari je ah. tak leh tahan la siol." (I'm fasting half day today. Cannot tahan la.) well, something around that line lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak aii!! mentang2 lah we always say, dont force if you cannot tahan. i thought that implies to the small kids only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a turn off la seh.&lt;br /&gt;i think its becoming common for guys to be like this. i mean like, i saw a few last year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;seriously, i feel like smacking one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that particular one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2987539293834621495?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2987539293834621495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2987539293834621495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2987539293834621495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2987539293834621495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-im-taking-few-days-off-this-mth.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3208972053063498934</id><published>2007-09-21T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:56:38.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finally ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RvKkBmVfbCI/AAAAAAAAASs/Rjm3fjMVXMU/s1600-h/CE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112328874396445730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RvKkBmVfbCI/AAAAAAAAASs/Rjm3fjMVXMU/s320/CE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CE CLEARED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)))))))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me people.&lt;br /&gt;no more going for talks, no more participating in activities for CE points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHHAHA&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/31195795-3208972053063498934?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3208972053063498934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3208972053063498934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3208972053063498934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3208972053063498934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-ce-cleared-be-happy-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RvKkBmVfbCI/AAAAAAAAASs/Rjm3fjMVXMU/s72-c/CE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8372049022506474887</id><published>2007-09-18T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:47:16.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this laptop is being such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without any reasons, folders and documents are all gone. and i mean it ALL. yes, including the hundreds of pictures. mcm babi kan. even if i create a document now, save it and restart the laptop, it'll still be gone. siak habes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god the PP stuffs are intact in the D drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mintak kene rembat sak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8372049022506474887?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8372049022506474887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8372049022506474887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8372049022506474887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8372049022506474887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-laptop-is-being-such-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7601887271734557826</id><published>2007-09-17T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:04:53.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im pissed at certain things when i know i shdnt have. i mean what rights do i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because of concern that i poke my nose into it, or maybe its a purely PMS thingy since its the first day.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz, now im in need of the panadol not u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was EXTREMELY cold on the first day. even the jacket cant keep me warm. i need someone's hug please.. =X HAHA. mcm paham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i still feel sleepy when i've already took a nap before break fast. balik teros lepak. ape tak nye, sakit perot. no, not because of hunger la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i desperately need a change of bag.&lt;br /&gt;maklom la, bag yg tak bernyawa tu pon kene dikutuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7601887271734557826?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7601887271734557826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7601887271734557826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7601887271734557826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7601887271734557826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-pissed-at-certain-things-when-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7654813131305567108</id><published>2007-09-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:21:36.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17th Sept marked the start of 2nd sem.&lt;br /&gt;which means another 16 weeks of IT and programming. actually i dont mind that. just dont give me about IP address, protocols, security and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope eveything turns out well so that i can stick to my GOAL this sem. which is to skip, THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAXIMUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of 2 days per module. HAHAHAA! yes, im serious. 2 days is the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, aftr such a long time, The Family break fast together. as in sit around the table and eat. kalau tidak, either they're at the bazzar, with friends or working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, did i mention Az's back?&lt;br /&gt;i was like &lt;em&gt;'Eh? Abg polis dah balik?'&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; he ignored me. punye la kurang ajar! he was all moody throughout the night when alih2 he said softly while walking to his room, &lt;em&gt;'Hi Ge-gerl, Ge-gerl tak rindu Bo-boi?'&lt;/em&gt;. i was like, &lt;em&gt;'Ape je!'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; recently, there's an unwanted visitor came into our hse without us knowing. luckily nothing's lost. especially our food. HHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bikdah: &lt;em&gt;(Screams)&lt;/em&gt; AHH!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KUCHING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mama: &lt;em&gt;(join the screaming)&lt;/em&gt; AHH!!&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;(join too. cause i thought the cat was right behind me)&lt;/em&gt; AAHHHH!! Mane? Mane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so the cat's under the table. since when it's inside this house i dont know. i think the cat got a fright and ran in to mama's room and hide under her bed. somewhat Az got the cat out and it ran out straight to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wani (as usual) nak kpo2, wants the cat out too. the mistake was she stands at the one and only "exit" where it can run out. when me and Az knock the sides of the bed, the cat ran out and wani panic, runs out of the room too thinking that the cat's chasing her. HAHAHA! the whole incident was funny lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this flu makes me dificult to breathe la sey&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; sometimes, i just wish The Heart listens to The Mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7654813131305567108?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7654813131305567108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7654813131305567108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7654813131305567108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7654813131305567108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/17th-sept-marked-start-of-2nd-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6643815021157078732</id><published>2007-09-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:38:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was supposed to meet shida at 10am. but she just got up at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, thanks la eh cause the whole reformating thing took like 5 hour plus to complete when i actually promise 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so, my music, &lt;strong&gt;pictures&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;interview questions&lt;/strong&gt; in the D drive are all gone. thanks la eh. aku ckp C drive je kau gi reformat the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting sick on the first day of puasa is sooo uncool. especially if the throat's itchy and you're having flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not having Az around in the house if not fun lahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6643815021157078732?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6643815021157078732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6643815021157078732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6643815021157078732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6643815021157078732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-supposed-to-meet-shida-at-10am.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8810765049183621148</id><published>2007-09-11T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:14:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;bid my Twin goodbye today. if i dun have the workshop today, i'll be sending him off seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking abt the workshop, he cheated my feeling la sey. those who didnt attend also get 3DA points. tak fair sugguh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means i've only 2 days in a week to meet him. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was with him ytd while packing his stuff. and he brought ONLY A FEW things with him which occupies like half the bag? if i were him, the bag would be full until it cant be zipped anymore HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks fun gitu kan? &lt;strong&gt;away from home&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;having fun in camp together with friends&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lose weight&lt;/strong&gt;, etc. i want go also.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura session with the Girlfriends tml.&lt;br /&gt;Fasting the day after tml.&lt;br /&gt;School starting next week. people that i know are in the same class. good good. lesser to intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ignorance is bliss. How true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8810765049183621148?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8810765049183621148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8810765049183621148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8810765049183621148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8810765049183621148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/bid-my-twin-goodbye-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5064859113025798858</id><published>2007-09-10T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:38:04.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was supposed to head down Geylang ytd with Shayida. but due to UNWANTED reason, it was cancelled off. confirm member bingit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kau bingit, aku lagilah bingit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have already told her the day before abt this and she said nothing. she din even say the word NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. and that morning, she called my phone while im sleeping yelling saying that im supposed to come down p.panjang with Az. wtf lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasal aku dah lame tak kene lempang tu pasal aku jadi gini eh? ya right. whatever you say is just right lah kans. like i cant even have the weekends to myself. and like i dont have the right to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagos. amalkan selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other note, i need to calm myself now. i've been pissed like nearly half the day. and so, i went to the so-called bazzar which is beside Masjid Almukminin. yaya, to help her out la of course. we represented Pulau Bukom. =)) all time favourite place. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw one of the Bukom Ustaz and i felt so calm and peaceful just by looking at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i was selling drinks when this K2 boy came and asked &lt;em&gt;"Auntie2.(points at the drink) One."&lt;/em&gt; i was like AUNTIE?? and another girl came &lt;em&gt;"Cik, air biru satu."&lt;/em&gt; Ar tu! satu panggil aku auntie yg lagi satu cik. muke aku yg awek muda ni npk tua ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been sometime since i went Syarahan. the forum ytd was sort of like Syarahan. there were 6 topics altogether. and aftr the fourth, my eyes cant take it. punye lah ngantok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was browsing through the recipe book. and i cant wait to make Kuih Raya. HAHAHAHA! &amp;&amp;amp; thank god there's no bazzar this year. but it means no more free air katira and food. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5064859113025798858?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5064859113025798858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5064859113025798858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5064859113025798858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5064859113025798858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-supposed-to-head-down-geylang-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6904184915798384447</id><published>2007-09-02T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:00:19.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY! im back home for a decent 12hr sleep. (provided there's no 'alarm clock ringing')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W15H chalet on the 29th to 31st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq the first day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back bbdc the second for RTT, which thankfully i passed! =)&lt;br /&gt;back to Tampines Mall for movie. the first horror movie which i think is really a horror movie. better than the ones i watched before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1408 makes me jump out of my seat. Really. sometimes i feel like saying vulgar to the screen for making me startled. (but i tot that's the purpose of a horror movie?) whatever it is its worth my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to bbdc AGAIN on the last day to apply for some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought of going to sleep aftr bathing, mama called to help her. &lt;em&gt;mmg tak leh tgk aku senang betol lahh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept mentioning abt some stuff during the previous wedding at Changi which i dun dare mention it now since its like already midnight. and whoever seats with her while eating tulang, she'll story tell it. and i've heard it like the 4th time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was damn shag by the time night falls. and suprisingly, i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;psst, jiawen, this is for real. cause it took me like 2hr to finally sleep. haha. she always dun believe when i say "i'm tired but i cant sleep" cause whenever she turns ard, i've already slept. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, was moon/cloud-gazing at the playground's slide since there's no stars. when i suddenly thought of messaging wani and shida something which they think is "so-not-me " and very pelik of me to text them that. it's between us eh so, diam2. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tossing and turning when i saw something pelik. seriously cant describe. mayb its my eyes playing trick since i've not had enough sleep or mayb its something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;Az going in soon. which is like a week left. i so am going to miss him. like seriously. confirm rumah mendak sey. no one to tease, no one to joke and no one to argue with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6904184915798384447?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6904184915798384447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6904184915798384447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6904184915798384447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6904184915798384447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-im-back-home-for-decent-12hr.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5502594828320229173</id><published>2007-08-24T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:10:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>short and sweet RJ for the last day. =X HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs70p8U26eI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FZSbMJT-vqk/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102284429262776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs70p8U26eI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FZSbMJT-vqk/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl came and its like a clinic instead of PBL. aftr 'trying our best', watched Love is Cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;steamboat aftr class.. and its like no faci treating us to pizza or what seh. =X hahaha.....&lt;/p&gt;slacked at the controlstation to continue with the Love is Cinta. or issit Cheetah? hahaha.. its supposed to be a sad and touching story. but they made it to be like those action-packed and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102290562476075554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs76O8U26iI/AAAAAAAAASU/z358FP6LrDE/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102290558181108242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs76OsU26hI/AAAAAAAAASM/Gb1g8y2tfjc/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102290566771042866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs76PMU26jI/AAAAAAAAASc/MKYpZQl0fiY/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102292284757961282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs77zMU26kI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZNKA0TCvVDw/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102289329820461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs75HMU26fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FM_boIPjknk/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was supposed to continue my PP at the lib today. in the end, was influenced by Shayida and headed town instead. &amp;&amp;amp; please la ehh, my jeans is straight-cut and not BELL-BOTTOM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met an old friend on the way back. he change alot in appearance wise. but i still manage to recognise him despite of that. its the FEELING that made me know its him. chey2! hahahaa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coincidentially, he's going NS the same time and the same department (is that what its called?) as my twin brother, which is his old primary school friend too. aww, old buddies meeting up in NS.. kirekan mcm sweet la gitu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, ever since mom told me what happen last week at the Changi chalet,im getting paranoid every night. why must she tell me the story when im having a chalet with the ex-class next week?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5502594828320229173?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5502594828320229173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5502594828320229173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5502594828320229173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5502594828320229173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-and-sweet-rj-for-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rs70p8U26eI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FZSbMJT-vqk/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2987884114708067130</id><published>2007-08-19T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:34:33.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 hours of sleep is always never enough for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding at changi was one of a kind. its the first time i heard someone wed at the chalet.. the layout was nice.. mcm ade ala-ala &lt;em&gt;wedding in the garden&lt;/em&gt; gitu.. facing the sea, live band music and stuff. one minus thing is that the music is all in hindi.. berdesing telinga aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming abt having one too when papa said its just a waste of money and doing it under the block is much better. and i was like ok pe. its a once in a life time thingy. and he replied, ye lah. aftr one or two mths together, divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hampa betol dgr.. baru nak sound kan die abt me having the similar one too. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100366752134916546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsgkicU26cI/AAAAAAAAARk/WzIxtjN9l3c/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100366752134916530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsgkicU26bI/AAAAAAAAARc/CLvEprypiGs/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ouhh.. and i saw the sunset!! =)) im a happy girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100366747839949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsgkiMU26ZI/AAAAAAAAARM/esm2m4dwO00/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i din know Az was into this too. no wonder he asked me to bring my camera along.. ok, i found one similarity in us. hahah! aftr like 18 yrs together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100366747839949218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsgkiMU26aI/AAAAAAAAARU/7ahLX_07fuY/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. my stomach and back hurts aftr alot of sneezing ytd. and i mean ALOT. wah seh! tak leh tahan sak.. quoted frm mama, &lt;em&gt;org kaki yg sakit pasal penat. kau perot yg sakit pasal ape? lapar?&lt;/em&gt; hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Az's friend was funny lah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: tanye sikit eh.. how to spell ur bro's name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: huh? u dunno how to spell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: tak. die ckp name die fazrul la hazrul lah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ouhh.. &lt;em&gt;(dalam hati biar betol sak die ni.. dah brape lame kwn pon tak kan tak tau name..)&lt;/em&gt; hazrul la. &lt;em&gt;(spell)&lt;/em&gt; H-A-Z-R-U-L.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: okok.. thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walked off and came back to me later saying..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: ermm, i wanna asked you.. ni actually cabaran dari Az.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;(with the quesiton mark face)&lt;/em&gt; ok..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: die cabar suroh tanye. can i hav ur number? &lt;em&gt;(while saying that he cover his face with his cap. cover malu lah tu. hhaha..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ohh, kene cabar ehh.. then too bad ah.. kalau nak mintak Az ah. &lt;em&gt;(i was hoping Az wont give him lah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: ok. takpe. thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dalam hati aku, kirekan die kene buat ah smue cabaran yg dikasi.. si Az cabar die mintak number aku, die buat. abeh kalau aku cabar die suroh makan taik.. die pon nak buat pe? hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; the day before ytd, a lizard was at my arm lah. was thinking twice wheather to close the window cause i know the creature might be there. i cant be that unluckly to bump into them right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ar tu! aftr i close and stretch out my arm, a rubber band like thing dropped. yaallah!!!! must it like be in contact with me?? separoh nangis aku dibuat nye.. just thank god it dropped and not like crawl up. if not i'll be like screaming, running and jumpping for it to be off me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it was mama's turn to be in contact with the yucky creature ytd. cha2 was taking the hanger off the box and the little thing dropped off at mama's leg. basically her reaction was the same as mine. screaming and jumping for the thing to drop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2987884114708067130?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2987884114708067130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2987884114708067130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2987884114708067130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2987884114708067130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/12-hours-of-sleep-is-always-never.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsgkicU26cI/AAAAAAAAARk/WzIxtjN9l3c/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8940245098085016390</id><published>2007-08-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:22:54.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 19th to Dearest JiaWen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsRh7cU26XI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PCSW4l9aD5k/s1600-h/P1080447.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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="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="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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099316941868689794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsRpvcU26YI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wwn3qO45Q44/s320/P1080447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml mark the last week of the sem. holidays soon.. and im so not loving it. CONFIRM i'll be pestered to help.. like duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like an idiot smiling and sometimes to the extent of laughing to myself just now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of the engined-bicycle going out frm the filter lane and change lane without checking the blind spot. i din witness the whole damn thing, but the way hafiz described it was so funny lahh with the bit of laughing while describing. HAHAHA! on top of that, the msg abt the hist teacher wani sms-ed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those 2 add together and im laughing non-stop. hahaha! terbawak2 sampai skg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; wani reminded me that i'll hav problem writing whenever im laughing non-stop during secondary days. hahaha! and now, i cant type instead! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh, and like &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; aftr the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attempt i passed! no, not stupid.. just too much things in my mind to absorb. =X hahaha!&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/31195795-8940245098085016390?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8940245098085016390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8940245098085016390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8940245098085016390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8940245098085016390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-19th-to-dearest-jiawen-tml-mark_16.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RsRpvcU26YI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wwn3qO45Q44/s72-c/P1080447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5722808016098598139</id><published>2007-08-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:22:15.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't help but being KPO la seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn my emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; shut that bloody ass lah! whats up with all that helping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP still hanging. god knows when i'm going to start it&lt;br /&gt;website still hanging. which is soon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;that bloody thing still hanging aftr MUCH tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how demoralizing!&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/31195795-5722808016098598139?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5722808016098598139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5722808016098598139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5722808016098598139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5722808016098598139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-help-but-being-kpo-la-seh.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4918750916130128959</id><published>2007-08-11T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:11:25.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still tired frm ytd's "waiting" and journey.. plus i've to endure nature's call frm mac till home. punye la menyeksa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pitt was OKAY-lah.. more to chatting than eating. ouhh.. mcm finally gitu kan kite dpt meet wan. &lt;em&gt;(psst.. aku nak kau dgn die uh.. how soon tu? HAHHAHAHA!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; frm the start till ending, wani kept saying &lt;em&gt;"Hazreen, aku risau la kau balik sorg2"&lt;/em&gt;. and shida was like &lt;em&gt;"kau tak touch ke kite risau kan kau?"&lt;/em&gt; hahahaha.... aku dah biase la seh balik mlm2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back they called again to 'check' on me. mcm mak2 seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted frm wani's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, i called her and say this,&lt;/strong&gt; "gerl! balik kau naik cab! takpe, duit yang kau hutang aku tu, kau buat bayar duit cab. aku tambah. naik cab ehh! dah balik sampai rumah, call or message aku. make sure ehh kau naik cab!" and she replied,"alah, ada bus. takmo buang2 duit. nanti aku dah turon bus/mrt, aku msg kau. aku dah jalan aku msg kau yeee."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and i took the cab home. cause there's no bus. called mama, she's at b.panjang. call abang, die tak angkat. part ni mcm siak.. when i want them to fetch me, they're busy. when i dont want, sibok nak amik balik. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wani and shayida, im back in one piece.. takde yg kurang pat aku (cume duit cab je hilang).. HAHAAH! thanks for the concerns tho =) sayang korg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4918750916130128959?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4918750916130128959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4918750916130128959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4918750916130128959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4918750916130128959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-tired-frm-ytds-waiting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4861293000390258064</id><published>2007-08-09T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:17:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; so, there's no plan going out or what so ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched NDP.. and i've seen every detail of it. those who watch it there might not have seen it. someone actually fell! HAHAAH.. ok, im being mean here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were skating and i told ail, &lt;em&gt;diorg skate2 skali jatoh eh.. mcm mane? buat malu je..&lt;/em&gt; and a few sec later, he fail to do his "stunt"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone actually fell again while skating and i was laughing my ass off when papa said, the floor is slippery thats why he fell. HHHAHAHAA!&lt;em&gt; (ok, aku mcm org gile laughing to myself now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright enough abt that.&lt;br /&gt;ECP tml, and no chance of meeting my eyeCandy. =X HAHA! mcm paham..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone fetch me back? =) if u do, i treat u supper.. amcm? hahahha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4861293000390258064?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4861293000390258064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4861293000390258064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4861293000390258064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4861293000390258064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-singapore-so-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5474230584861482056</id><published>2007-08-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:56:49.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Nyayi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tot the next time i'll be seeing aki would be the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause thats the period where he'll appear for a few weeks and then disappear until the next fasting month again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirekan mcm seronok ah dapat berjumpa di bulan yg mulia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLAH LAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; im stressed when people asked me abt my prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its been &lt;strong&gt;MONTHS&lt;/strong&gt;! i know. yg aku heran ni, bdk yg aku tak bilang ni tau aku amik prac. i was like stun when aki asked me abt it. must be si kembar aku la tu. KPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes shayida, i've reached that stage.unbelievable but true OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susah aku ade kwn gini mcm. dah la tak tau mkn kaki ayam.. kempunan bk la, mac la, mee soto la. mcm2.. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun see any reason to love her.&lt;br /&gt;rude, derhaka, biadap, dan other vocab yg sewaktu dgn nyer.&lt;br /&gt;mayb i do. its just that i din realise. mayb i dont..&lt;br /&gt;so, if you were to ask me, "Do you love her?",&lt;br /&gt;dun expect any answer frm me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5474230584861482056?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5474230584861482056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5474230584861482056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5474230584861482056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5474230584861482056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-tot-next-time-ill-be-seeing-aki-would.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2406869498779173012</id><published>2007-08-07T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:11:51.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Belated Birthday to Mama and Jessica (4thAug)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyone care to accompany me tdy? HAhA.. yes, skipped AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of sunday's tiredness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept as early as 9.30pm ytd while i was online,&lt;br /&gt;which resulted me not doing RJ.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2am remembering i havent done it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, emailed him.&lt;br /&gt;if he mention he din receive my RJ, im gonna knock him out lah..&lt;br /&gt;sickening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks for the ride back. slalu2 kan la ye.. kalau blh to and fro eh? hahah... he's not gonna read this anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting the bestfriends later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2406869498779173012?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2406869498779173012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2406869498779173012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2406869498779173012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2406869498779173012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/anyone-care-to-accompany-me-tdy-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3502846089360883320</id><published>2007-08-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:36:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're sway without each other's company eh liana? hahaha. mcm paham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like always, paid 90c for the journey frm woodlands to bb. and sway2 there's a bus conductor. so, instead of paying ONLY 90c, i ended up paying another $1.40.. lucky i didnt tap my bro's ezlink.. kalau tak malu kene halau kluar dari bus. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on a budget lah tdy. $2.30 gone for the bus fare and no more money left for the locker and the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose fault?? Hairil's. why? because he took my $10 to cut his hair. irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh, its been 3 consecutive weeks! and its like every fri lah. fate or what? hahaha... his smile is my motivation. i could feel him saying &lt;em&gt;"Hazreen, jia you. You can pass. Lets take the TP together. I'll wait for u"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHHA!! berangan tak agak2 sak... suke aku! tapi aku suke kau more lah! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oops!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =X&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shayida's been wanting to tell the EXCITING story about gigik. i've to endure the urge of wanting to know.. skali story tak exciting langsung! buat penat je aku pat toilet lame2 pikir ape jadi pat si gigik tu. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, the twins had a conversation. when mama chip in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Az: Eh, kau nak share duit beli motor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tak nak uh. Nanti kalau aku share, kau aje slalu yg bawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Az: Tak lah. Nanti aku antar kau lah pegi mane2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kau nak beli motor ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Az: Sparks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sparks? Motor ape tu? Mcm abg nye eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Az: Tak lah. Tu 125Z. Kau tau tak yg &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA: Ape ni korg ckp AKU/KAU. Tak sopan langsung. Mama tak ajar anak mama pakai AKU/KAU. Kan mama ajar korg panggil girl2, boy2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Az: Ok lah. Girl, YOU nak beli motor ape nanti? I nak sparks ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: &lt;em&gt;(and she kept going on and on blabbering abt AKU/KAU thingy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Abeh dgn Tuhan kite pon cakap aku kau pon pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mama: OOoo, pasal ni, kau ingat Tuhan. Cube ckp pasal amalan kau tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Arr, Az, YOU ckp tadi nak beli motor ape? Sparks eh? Beli motor tongek ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mama: Tgk tu. Bile org ckp, tukar topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA... it feels weird la addressing each other I/YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3502846089360883320?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3502846089360883320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3502846089360883320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3502846089360883320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3502846089360883320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-sway-without-each-others-company.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-606025775966999393</id><published>2007-08-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:40:35.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a conversation with wani kecik..&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to give each other riddles. and in the end, she's like interviewing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Ok. All is in English ok? You understand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: It eats grass. It moos. Its baby is a calf. It gives milk. What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: *with the stern look* In a sentence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: IT IS A COW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Good. Correct.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: So, who do want to thank?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Your mother? Father? Friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I want to thank nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Ok. Why do you want to thank your mother?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;*did i even mention i wanna thank her?*&lt;/em&gt; Cause she give birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: What has she done for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Give birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: How do you feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Ok. When do you go to the zoo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Who were you with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Some more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Your mother?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: She didnt follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: That day I went to the zoo, my mother follow me with my teacher and friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: That one is you. I went with my friends only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Ok. What did you see there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Macdonals and playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: And?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: What animals?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Monkey, pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Ahhh!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*fans herself*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You cannot say that word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Why? There's no pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: There is. Ok. What do you like about the zoo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: The macdonals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Noo! Animals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Then say la, what animals you like in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Ok. What animals you like in the zoo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ermm... pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: You like P-I-G?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ya. Because the friend is here in this house in front of me. &lt;em&gt;(which is her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani:??&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I dun think she catch any ball. HAHA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Feeling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani: Your feeling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: What feeling? You mean what I'm feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wani:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*slaps her forehead*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Your feeling in the zoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ouhh.. say lah. I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcm kene diperbodohkan gitu eh? hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;ok, im bored. took a nap just now and i dun think i can sleep early tonight. or maybe i can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; shit! i forgot to study the book! alamat nye fail lah tu bsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-606025775966999393?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/606025775966999393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=606025775966999393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/606025775966999393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/606025775966999393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/08/had-conversation-with-wani-kecik.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3239527006245905430</id><published>2007-07-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:12:57.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some things doesnt turn out what i expected it to be'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RP's officially open as of today.. aftr like a year of studying there lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMP was not that great. mayb because we watch it frm the canteen's TV. the MCs' voice damn irritating la.. even the food sucks. others can get a mountain of food while us just got like a mole of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i havent done my RJ yet since just now.&lt;br /&gt;JAVA just suck to the core lah kan. stress gile nak mampos! plus the relieve faci's high expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, the class just miss the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; cute dimpled uncle&lt;/span&gt; =X&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to be out frm the hse at 715 tml. sometimes i wonder why on earth i would want to book it at 8am of all time. kiasu beb! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minky's reparing his laptop tml like AGAIN. and like AGAIN i hav to acc him. hhahhaha. &lt;em&gt;mentang2 lah rumah aku dekat ngn tpt acer, slalu aje ajak aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3239527006245905430?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3239527006245905430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3239527006245905430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3239527006245905430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3239527006245905430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/rps-officially-open-as-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5961134187369777830</id><published>2007-07-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:04:24.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw the "good catch" last week. and suprisingly, saw him again today! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt seem as good looking as before but, still appealing. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prac has been heart pain. aim to finish tp by end of the year. then, it'll be a good birthday present for me. hahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, its meiyee's birthday today!. and some of the class hasnt been cooperative. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept eating durians every week cause papa kept buying it. favourite sak die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i still owe one day of my fast! fasting month coming and i havent pay the ONE day yet since like the first year of first sem. so lazy can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, i miss nyayi.. miss her kiss la seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; im always looking forward to those bickering, but its just impossible lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows how to put a website online? stress sak aku ngn ni bende.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5961134187369777830?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5961134187369777830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5961134187369777830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5961134187369777830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5961134187369777830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/saw-good-catch-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-429881827319693819</id><published>2007-07-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:12:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skip sch again. i mean like whats new kan? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so met shida for lunch with liana+her friend+shida's friend&lt;br /&gt;and the waiting time is like freaking long la.. janji melayu la kate kan.. waited half an hr for her and at the meantime, those who's at the bustop is our victim.. to be precise its liana's not ours. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the banner of 'threatening' to the amoi who wears a spec+shades together to the boy who didnt FULLY zip his pants and to the girl who ties her shoe lace in a funny way. haha. mcm2 ah kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went payar lebar for the interview and before that theres a grp of polis guards at cwealth station. they're just not serious with their work. still got the time to "hook" on girls ni.. right liana? tsk3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that im curious is where the hell they get the paper and pen? plus the paper is nicely torn.. i think they must have made a couple of it beforehand and give it to girls at each station. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days rule.. amacam?? too short? or shd i go for 3 mths rule?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-429881827319693819?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/429881827319693819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=429881827319693819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/429881827319693819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/429881827319693819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/skip-sch-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7774921507128806149</id><published>2007-07-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:14:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel much better aftr letting all out. =)&lt;br /&gt;been keeping it for such a long time aftr the india trip.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being irresponsible, sorry for being a betrayer... we're still friends right? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with the family at BaliThai.&lt;br /&gt;food was great. esp the sotong bakar, chicken wrap and of course my RedRuby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amcm wani, shida? BaliThai our next stop?? hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ard the 3rd level to look for sofa, and some things there caught my eye... like i told BikDah, i cant wait to have my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: bik, i reserve this for my new house. i mean future house..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: mentel ehh... kecik2 dah berangan nak ade rumah sendiri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ok la tu.. lagi 2 thn je..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask mom to buy me this bed i caught an eye on, and she told me &lt;em&gt;dun need la, even if i buy for u 2 yrs later ur moving out. so, wastr money.&lt;/em&gt; and i was like really can move out? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask mom if i can live on my own when im older. ar tu! kene marah balik..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7774921507128806149?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7774921507128806149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7774921507128806149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7774921507128806149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7774921507128806149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-much-better-aftr-letting-all-out.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2453816678602573551</id><published>2007-07-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:14:49.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im home alone...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, everyboody's out.. all went johor to have their dinner while Az is out somewhere in Spore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should have stayed out later la cause they kept pestering me to follow. irritating tau tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirekan mcm hidup mati twins ahh..&lt;br /&gt;told mom if he din go then im not going and she asked why? answered back cause we're twins what so if one nvr go the other also not going. and she replied slap then u know. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in less than an hour im getting paranoid.. lucky tdy there's no ghost stories, if not i'll be even more paranoid.. ok diam smue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! lets finish up the first part of my PP by tml!&lt;br /&gt;but i think i have no mood to complete it la. how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2453816678602573551?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2453816678602573551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2453816678602573551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2453816678602573551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2453816678602573551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-home-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5962749914587692257</id><published>2007-07-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:05:01.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the start of another week tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im pissed with wani for playing around with my things and broke it. if she's here when i saw it, i bet i'll shout at her face and give her a nice pinch. she even bring home my sunsilk hair gel la. sickening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hands  and legs are aching from all the lifting and standing and walking and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the question is, should i skip tml's lesson AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;i did ask Az's friend to fetch me since we're in the same sch. and it turns out that he also cant wake up la seh.. lets just hope for my sake he's willing. HAHAHA! but then again, there's a high possibility that he's not fetching and me not going sch =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think papa saw us talking and 'warn' him &lt;em&gt;dah, kau jgn nak mengurat anak cik eh.. and blablabla which i forget what he actually said aftr that. &lt;/em&gt;hahaa.. funny la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally got my first 'B' for UT. mcm finally kan... and i think that'll be the first and only one this sem. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; shayida, naik kepala eh kau nak jadi guest blogger aku.. nasib aku tak kasi kau password kalau tak ade aje nak kene aku, si rambot penyapu ni.. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5962749914587692257?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5962749914587692257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5962749914587692257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5962749914587692257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5962749914587692257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-start-of-another-week-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8853474683550308704</id><published>2007-07-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:10:17.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings. (='/><title type='text'>the bestfriend with an entry.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to say,'gerl, last warning eh'.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;because she has been whining since forever that she WANTS a job but she forego the chance.&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya kebengapan mu terserlah!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, gerl tkmu jealous sebab aku mahu membeli-belah this saturday and you please wear Green this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;you know i know, your family knows it too.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerl, mcD after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wani aku miss kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love;&lt;br /&gt;shayida norfini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8853474683550308704?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8853474683550308704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8853474683550308704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8853474683550308704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8853474683550308704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/bestfriend-with-entry.html' title='the bestfriend with an entry.'/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6450304663063102914</id><published>2007-07-04T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:39:15.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>supposed to be my first day today and i was all so excited ytd thinking how's my first day going to be, thinking about how im going to divide my pay so that i can spend some for the diving course and of course my personal expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i'm still in bed at 9 instead of being at giant. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not because i overslept or cant wake up. in fact i woke up at 745. the reason is just PURE LAZINESS. so, i watched tokyoJuliet in youTube instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, some thinks im such a toot&lt;br /&gt;i was in a rush aftr ut and got stranded at the expressway because of this,&lt;br /&gt;i lost 15bucks because of the cab fare because of this,&lt;br /&gt;i got a hard time explaining to mom what happens because of this&lt;br /&gt;i shd be thankful that i got the job without being interviewed&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, i just let go due to my laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;but i want money to go shopping. how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, &lt;/span&gt;pp has been approved. like finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i told liana, can i interview the CEO's son instead? hahaha.. then i can include MORE in my report. and who knows we got a future la kans.. HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst liana, the CEO's son im talking abt is not him ok? dun anyhow say hor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6450304663063102914?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6450304663063102914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6450304663063102914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6450304663063102914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6450304663063102914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/supposed-to-be-my-first-day-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-422738901780493637</id><published>2007-07-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:36:10.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;aftr showering and getting all dress up for sch, only left to pack my laptop, i realise i havent skip any of data comm lesson. due to my tiredness and lazyness, i decide to sleep back again. HAHAHA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came late for the UT. sickening!&lt;br /&gt;aftr like 10mins my laptop started to function as per normal and im left with 15mins to complete the Java. and seriously, this time round, im gonna flop totally..&lt;br /&gt;ergh! its so depressing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the sentosa outing, followed by the boat ride and then dinner at Lau Pa Sat last week was great =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brunch was New York pizza&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596864720283298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokC63IqpqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-p96CupxdAM/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;aftr which we had a dip..&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596869015250610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokC7HIqprI/AAAAAAAAAPg/s_tThz03T6M/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aftr an hour, we headed for the shower. and my handphone dropped in the toilet bowl before i can even pee. sickening! but, aftr 6days of rest, L6 is finally back! whee~~&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596869015250626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokC7HIqpsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZKdUNmeaRW8/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back in monorail..&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596873310217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokC7XIqptI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-oLE5CnOh0w/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we then headed of to Marina Bay. theres a jetty somewhere there and i forgot what its called&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596873310217954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokC7XIqpuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/KSEQ8DG0jQs/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while waiting for shayida's dad plus her mom and brother, we then decided to cam-whore&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597629224462114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokDnXIqpyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/mLIhHp6YZA8/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;i so wish we could thon there.. HAHAHA&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597624929494786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokDnHIqpwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2ZBUVNSu630/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was searching for the sunset, and it happen to be behind us. how depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokDnHIqpxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/htC1qzvi0Ys/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597624929494802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokDnHIqpxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/htC1qzvi0Ys/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597624929494770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokDnHIqpvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/e6YpUeMPr3A/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&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;aftr an hour of slacking and cam-whoring, we finally get on the boat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokDnXIqpzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/inTzrZEC1B0/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597629224462130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokDnXIqpzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/inTzrZEC1B0/s320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're trying hard to capture the cable ship behind us. why? cause its singtel's (issit?) ship.. HAHAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597904102369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokD3XIqp0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9DwNi2c7_CY/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random pictures. the jetty reminds me of Pasir Panjang jetty. aww, i miss my Pulau Bukom =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082597904102369106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokD3XIqp1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7A24KJHNrsQ/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all folks! going to upload for wani now. leceh ah lu! =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-422738901780493637?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/422738901780493637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=422738901780493637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/422738901780493637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/422738901780493637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/aftr-showering-and-getting-all-dress-up.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RokC63IqpqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-p96CupxdAM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5156335191170256854</id><published>2007-07-01T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:15:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aku sungguh penat sekali..&lt;br /&gt;there's still class tml and i thought its Youth's Day tml? how come the primary and secondary people are having holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;rewang&lt;/em&gt; at pasir ris is so tiring (as always)..&lt;br /&gt;and there's some 'misunderstanding' at the end of the day when everyone's tired. wrong timing la sey.. and i hate to be in that situation witnessing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftr the incident with Az's friend, i cant help but smile to myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;not knowing i was there, he said&lt;em&gt; "ahhh, sedap sikit kentot"&lt;/em&gt; (feels so nice aftr farting) then his other friend said &lt;em&gt;"oii". &lt;/em&gt;i think he's trying to tell him i'm there. and he was like &lt;em&gt;"alamak! aku tak perasan die ade pat sini"&lt;/em&gt; (meaning he din realise i was there)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;the expression on his face is so damn funny lahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im damn damn tired now.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking if i shd skip tml and just come for the ut in the aftn.. see how la ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; if u happen to read this wani, lepas kau balik melaka aku upload kan kau. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5156335191170256854?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5156335191170256854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5156335191170256854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5156335191170256854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5156335191170256854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/07/aku-sungguh-penat-sekali.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-1147725023404692477</id><published>2007-06-26T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:26:09.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was pissed initially..&lt;br /&gt;ape tak, in order to reach IMM in time, i asked abang to fetch me frm sch. cause if not i only have like 45min (excluding my 10min of walking to mrt and another 10min to IMM) to reach j.east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when he reach, he complain that something's wrong with the bike. being stubborn, i still insist he send me there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always expect the worse.. the bike died at the KJE la siak! how unlucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine being stranded at the side of the expressway and ur rushing for time? sickening kan? like mama said, abang supposed to send me but now, i have to send him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually feel kind of guilty la. if not for my stubborn-ness, his bike wont be left there and we wont be stranded there... the worse part is he din even nag or blame me (or mayb he did).. i think he must be cursing and swearing me in his heart. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; so, we took the taxi and headed for IMM.&lt;br /&gt;managed to reach there 5 min early despite all the hassle.. and when i went in, she's not in her office. tell me, wont u be pissed? some say she went home, some say she went to eat. whatever it is, she's not in her office when the time is 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im pissed that guy asked &lt;em&gt;telephone number?&lt;/em&gt; and i replied, &lt;em&gt;bag, dont forget to giv my bag&lt;/em&gt;.. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut it short, she called me later saying sorry and stuff, and guess what? i got the job la siak! HAHA. without being interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-1147725023404692477?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/1147725023404692477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=1147725023404692477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1147725023404692477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1147725023404692477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-pissed-initially.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6125472365250044411</id><published>2007-06-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:44:46.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the whole evening outside ytd till midnight. for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice cancelled and din even inform. good... amalkan selalu.&lt;br /&gt;tot of emoing when i coincidentally met my friends under her blk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just wish everything's fine..&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere there is really, emotional and sometimes sakitkan hati. i may not be there right from the start, but i understand their intentions and feelings. and at the same time i understand why u make that decision. if i were the one to make the decision ytd, i'll be confused too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, lets just hope things get back on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; zaidah, stop blaming urself. u shd know why, aku dah bilang kau smlm.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; out of random-ness, i feel like going Pulau Tioman for a dive. i plan to take diving course and go diving someday. anyone?? hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6125472365250044411?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6125472365250044411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6125472365250044411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6125472365250044411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6125472365250044411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/spent-whole-evening-outside-ytd-till.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3725885421168305371</id><published>2007-06-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:01:53.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck siak! that bloody thing's cancelled and its soo such a waste of my time la. so much for my REPONSIBILITY! sanggup la aku biar adik aku ngn si wani tu kelaparan pat rumah. can i just wash my hands off this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other note, i dreamt of my childhood friend =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh, i rmb playing hide-n-seek with him in his house together with my brothers. &amp; we hid together in the dark store room. we were found by his parents cause that dumb brothers of mine either cant find us or lazy to find. and we got nagged at saying &lt;em&gt;'apasal sembuyi pat tpt gelap ni? nanti ade hantu tetek (boob ghost)!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take stuff fm this condo in bukit timah (i think).. the place is so damn nice la.. the feeling is just like in a hotel chalet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ail was asking me to buy a condo house when i've started to earn money.. and i was like &lt;em&gt;ok set ar!&lt;/em&gt; i'll first find an old man and marry him. wait for him to become arwah and then take all his money to buy condo. hahaa... crap siak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found this at the stairs of my blok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078903410003899458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RnvjvgHNdEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5fpg8szstng/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;someone threw it away.. wani kau nak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3725885421168305371?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3725885421168305371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3725885421168305371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3725885421168305371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3725885421168305371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck-siak-that-bloody-things-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RnvjvgHNdEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5fpg8szstng/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-4223068975858859957</id><published>2007-06-19T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:15:22.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think ut today's gonna flop! what do u expect? IT Security seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's a worm crawling on my sleeve tdy.. sialar! it soo yucky ah! god knows where that creature came from. lucky im wearing long sleeve if not i think im gonna scream there and then jugak ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; java today is so stressful ! i gave a huge relieve aftr presentation. mcm kau ckp shida, that faci is lembab.. maklom la, mentor liana jugak la kate kan. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so in order for us to save money+lose weight+getting fit, me and liana walk frm gombak station to bbdc and back to j.east..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iye, tak jauh pe.... and AGAIN i got blisters at the underside of my feet.. so painful can? i cant even walk properly la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear shoe got blister, wear slipper also got blister.. tsk3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun tho kan liana?? hahaha... with you getting your fits.. kelakar sak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, lets hope tml's weather is cloudy. no sun, no rain. especially in the aftn. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-4223068975858859957?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/4223068975858859957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=4223068975858859957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4223068975858859957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/4223068975858859957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-ut-todays-gonna-flop-what-do-u.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7655775000583040202</id><published>2007-06-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:11:35.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of sch and its like soo mendak. having to learn about data comm, protocol and what not is just so DRY! plus my runny nose, he shd be lucky i din pon his lesson tdy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of sudden, im having cramps aftr eating the JUMBO cheezy hotdog. sialar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if its menstrual cramp, or because i din eat since morning cramp, or i walk too fast while eating the hotdog that i got the cramp or because i've been sneezing in the morning that i got the cramp in the aftn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine having to tahan frm woodlands to j.east complex and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, whatever it is, thank god im fine now! if not cabot lagi ah bsk.. lagi2 java... but at least its better than having to learn the IT/computer stuff kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; wani, thanks for the wind chime! like it lots! my first time owning one.. HAHA.. jgn si wani kecik tu jahanam kan sudah seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; shayida, i cant wait for the boat thingy! lagi2 part nak pass by rumah pulau ku..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7655775000583040202?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7655775000583040202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7655775000583040202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7655775000583040202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7655775000583040202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day-of-sch-and-its-like-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-2004895478847374485</id><published>2007-06-17T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:18:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sent shae off ytd.. and i know u guys will say i've got no reaction. haha.. but tho she's not close to me, i still feel kind of sad luh.. i hope no more of my friends migrating. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im glad school's starting tml. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, im not looking forward to it.. at least it beats being a nanny at home and helping her out right? i hope there wont be an RJ asking to describe my holidays. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; i'll get my allowance. at last! i see money coming in. hehh! im totally broke la now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got flu like AGAIN! its so sickening.. ever since im back from the trip i've been getting it on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to remind my alarm clock to wake me up tml, if not i'll not be in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIANA!!! kejut aku ye.... =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-2004895478847374485?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/2004895478847374485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=2004895478847374485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2004895478847374485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/2004895478847374485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/sent-shae-off-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7759679153749779548</id><published>2007-06-14T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:03:24.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im dead beat after falling off, wearing the dunno-whose boot and cooking the porridge tak menjadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like im supposed to wear covered shoe for protection, and looks like my pump shoe doesnt help much. they asked me to wear the Phua Chu Kang boots. i was like &lt;em&gt;kiwak... tak nak aku..&lt;/em&gt; the instructor's boots also about the same. tho its much smaller, its heavy la sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paisey la sia wearing that boot.. lucky there's no any gd-looking guys there =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while twisting and turning, somehow, i lost balance and fall. mcm nangka busok la siak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH! kau tak tau bertapa paisey nye aku!! where i wanna put my face?? quite a lot of ppl there la. lucky no one laugh. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mirror cracked and i was like &lt;em&gt;oh my god! the mirror cracked!&lt;/em&gt; he was like &lt;em&gt;nvm i pay for it.&lt;/em&gt; while putting it on main stand the mirror totally broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD! what a day for me! failed for the 2nd time and it just dampens my mood seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, wani's hungry and i cooked porridge. its MUCH better than the porridge i cook for nyayi. HAHA! at least i DID boil it. and she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: Eeeww kakak, not nice.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: just eat la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: push the bowl away frm her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: alahh, just eat lah. there's no other things for us to eat anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: dun wan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: giv me face can and just eat? eat with ikan bilis and it'll be nicer. HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she actually said its nice with the ikan bilis. whatever la ehh wani. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so like the sentosa trip is cancelled and now, im totally broke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7759679153749779548?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7759679153749779548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7759679153749779548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7759679153749779548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7759679153749779548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-dead-beat-after-falling-off-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6047666962292159595</id><published>2007-06-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:07:21.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went JP with wani to get her books and money changed. finally, get to eat mee poh HAHA aftr like twice i went there.. and now, i feel like eating ice kachang.. kau nye pasal ahh ni wani.. nak gemok ajak aku skali.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and please ehhh, dun side track when ur gossiping or telling stories.. FOCUS tu mesti ade.... HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met shayida ytd konon nye to help her out with her project. but we end up telling each other some 'facts' and news about people's life. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; finally got the pics from shida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075191093676307330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm6zaQHNc4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/QS89_GU43wY/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075192828843095090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm60_QHNdDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TjafZuiMhpU/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075191707856630706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm6z-AHNc7I/AAAAAAAAANA/b-vDFaIErv4/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075191102266241954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm60dgHNdAI/AAAAAAAAANo/GryGWM-f-r8/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075191712151598018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm6z-QHNc8I/AAAAAAAAANI/E8sHs2oYWE0/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075192253317477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm60dwHNdBI/AAAAAAAAANw/8dzP9mFfqec/s320/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075191102266241938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm6zawHNc5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/HWIWNLsRbfU/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;the end!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6047666962292159595?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6047666962292159595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6047666962292159595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6047666962292159595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6047666962292159595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-jp-with-wani-to-get-her-books-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rm6zaQHNc4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/QS89_GU43wY/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3594506911728236541</id><published>2007-06-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:02:25.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think mom thinks im a rebel now. but seriously, i dun giv it a damn. if i were to story-tell it, people might think that im being too over-sensitive or that im making a big hoo-ha over a small matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo, just shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went movies with bestfriends &amp; she just dampens my mood with her so-called 'warning call'. if i were to take it as a hotel, i wouldnt be telling you where im going la kan.&lt;br /&gt;plus those kids behind that kept on talking and getting all so excited seeing that Shrek. AND to the one sitting next to me with the hp lights. stop it ehh. i know its dark in there and its bad for the eye sight to watch in the darkness. still, theres no need for lights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god! its damn annoying&lt;br /&gt;(if that small wani knows im using 'oh my god', she'll nag at me saying &lt;em&gt;aiyoo, kakak cakap oh my*silent*. tak boleh ckp tau. pasal tu kan name Tuhan.&lt;/em&gt;) i was like errmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; i think its time now that i really need to have an alarm clock. my hp alarm just din work out for me. set it at 6am but woke up at 7am. and its thanks to zaidah's call, if not i think i'll wake up at 10+++. its soo frustrating la. 23bucks gone just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help her out to pick some stuff at someone's house and while waiting for the door to open saw this green creature next to hairil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ail, there's something looking at you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: what only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: serious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: dun bluff la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: really! there's this green creature looking at you there....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: (getting all scared and run to my otherside)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him: where?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: there..... a green frog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074090280673440610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmrKOgHNc2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/oPqtk4VwhsA/s200/09-06-07_2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, GIANT giv me a call please.... when im not ready, no one wanna call. and when im all so ready and need it, nvr giv me a ring. ape punye org!&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/31195795-3594506911728236541?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3594506911728236541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3594506911728236541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3594506911728236541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3594506911728236541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-mom-thinks-im-rebel-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmrKOgHNc2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/oPqtk4VwhsA/s72-c/09-06-07_2230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-8835856857357978752</id><published>2007-06-06T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:25:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so like when i've got the mood to do it, she just ignored and kept dragging and dragging. and when im in no mood to do it, she'll ask &lt;em&gt;why never go? angan2 taik ayam je kau..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss off la siak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama went for her check up and it took freaking long la. waited for 2hrs with the 2 annoying kids plus the irritating ringtone which keeps ringing every now and then. it gets on my nerve lahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly, went gym on mon =) thanks to zaidah. i think if she nvr force me, i'll nvr go la seyy. hahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; that night, got the urge to play guitar. so random i know. and i realise i dun even know how to play one. sooo, me and hairil decide to learn online! semangat ehh..&lt;br /&gt;my LONG nails' getting in the way.. so, went to the extent of cutting the 3 nails short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072828956152787666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmZPDwHNctI/AAAAAAAAALM/bM0_PmJUE44/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; so, how's my progress?? still struggling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072832559630349106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmZSVgHNczI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jxRvZJN7qWY/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072832722839106386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmZSfAHNc1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uDm5svXBWxY/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this bogeh girl went to the dentist and got her tooth plucked out AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-8835856857357978752?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/8835856857357978752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=8835856857357978752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8835856857357978752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/8835856857357978752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-like-when-ive-got-mood-to-do-it-she.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmZPDwHNctI/AAAAAAAAALM/bM0_PmJUE44/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-3802695218253750056</id><published>2007-06-04T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:29:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;out with the bestfriends last week. konon nyer grp study la tuu.. was fun lahh hanging out with them.. can minus off the bullying and teasing?? esp the grind-ing thingy? HAHA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM6VpDUj3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/HTCzPwgq3N4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071961748820758386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM6VpDUj3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/HTCzPwgq3N4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;president challenge on tue was boring but easy job. haha.. saw randy, a couple of artiste, and the president plus the wife...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071963393793232786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM71ZDUj5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/2kJH9zJvRu8/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM71ZDUj4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/5gcufkEYJ6s/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071963393793232770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM71ZDUj4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/5gcufkEYJ6s/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a second, i forget how beloon (balloon) is spell. HAHA. these kids played balloon with us. fun bunch la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071963771750354850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM8LZDUj6I/AAAAAAAAALE/6gdGnp3bXK4/s320/J0hN191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoGlobal day. i know its like soo long ago.. but who cares. for those faces that's been cut off or show only half of it, sorry ehh. accidentally one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TJDUjzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/I6OlIN0abLs/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071958407336202034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TJDUjzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/I6OlIN0abLs/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TZDUj0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2J7c1Pscgxk/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071958411631169346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TZDUj0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2J7c1Pscgxk/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TZDUj1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3Ob6FxnAog4/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071958411631169362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TZDUj1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3Ob6FxnAog4/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TpDUj2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/iiROSUcVKRE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071958415926136674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM3TpDUj2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/iiROSUcVKRE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i realise its always asri's thats been cut off =X hahaha... jgn marah je bang... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so like aftr sleeping at 5am in the morning for the past few days, i finally finish watching all the episodes. like FINALLY! its addictive i tell u.. hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out to the national museum ytd with shida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; then met up with the ex-classmates for dinner, then slacked and bitch. pictures will be up soon i guess, provided shida send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like so paisey la thought his bday was 3 days ago when actually its not. confident npk! malu la aku... hahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i think i need some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;good'night'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-3802695218253750056?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/3802695218253750056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=3802695218253750056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3802695218253750056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/3802695218253750056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-with-bestfriends-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/RmM6VpDUj3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/HTCzPwgq3N4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7764195443588944839</id><published>2007-05-27T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:59:06.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aftr having 2hrs of sleep the day before, im tired. BUT aftr having 12hrs of sleep, im still tired. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a GoGlobal competition camp thingy 2 days before and im supposed to be the grp facilitator. totally slack lah kan.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch some video frm youtube before sleeping, and sialar i laugh my ass out lahh. one abt someone kononnye being "possessed", another about jacqueline fell and misha's dress was hooked to the stairs. &amp; this joke continues till the next day la.. HAHAHA. kekek ahh... asri and liana la, kept on saying abt it. sajak ahh korg dua. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to usher people. ouhh, jiawen i saw 'star star' at the seminar ytd. he's not as freaky as i tot (ermm, only for ytd i think) hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 2nd seminar, i kept telling liana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ehh i think we shd'nt eat first&lt;/em&gt; and she was like &lt;em&gt;the person asked us to eat, so eat la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ehh shall we stand up and let the particiants seat?&lt;/em&gt; i know by the time i told her this she was like whats wrong with you? haahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept on having the mindset of a band leader ytd.. i mean during my band days, everything i do will be after the band does it. be it eating, sleeping and whatnot..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ytd i felt uneasy doing things WITH the guest and stuff cause i got the feeling that my work's not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, okok, dont have to bother abt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in my formal attire when i got home and mama was like wahh, u look like a lawyer. HAHA. ya right.. at least its better than the comment others give like a waitress or receptionist or whatnot. HAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, meeting shida later at 2.. she wants me to help abt her business plan. see how la ehh. PP's dateline in 3 days and i havent done anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh, did i mention i brought 3 pairs of shoes to the camp? liana, i know u know they dont know. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7764195443588944839?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7764195443588944839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7764195443588944839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7764195443588944839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7764195443588944839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/aftr-having-2hrs-of-sleep-day-before-im.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6695359509188371540</id><published>2007-05-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:02:32.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the first time ytd, i travelled to a place unknown to me. indepedent la seyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrangement was made such that im supposed to go with mama at 8. and since i cant wake up, i'll have to travel on my own to grace park. its somewhere near serangoon. the place is so not me la. not even a singe road is familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats more sickening is that while waiting for the bus, it started pouring quite heavily. and for some reason, i was thinking there must be no shelter to her house. so, went in to the mall and bought an umberlla. and when im back at the bustop, it stop raining la sey. cheat my feeling only &amp;&amp;amp; not to mention my 6bucks. HAHA, and i've to rush dwn to rp to pay my sch fees. how sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, there's supposed to be a camp tml. i know liana's excited cause its her virgin camp in sch. HAHAHA... and i havent pack yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an event thingy on sat and gym-ing the next day. i know thats so not me. hazreen going gym? hahaha. dunno if i can wake up for that. hehh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6695359509188371540?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6695359509188371540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6695359509188371540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6695359509188371540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6695359509188371540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-first-time-ytd-i-travelled-to-place.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-1974818022112927388</id><published>2007-05-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:45:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out of the blue moon, Az address me as "girl-gerl". usually he'll call me zreen, oii, ehh. only mama's and papa's side call me girl2. i think its because we're twins and thats why they call us girl2 and boy2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and he even do a "cheer" for me. lame nak mampos ahh.&lt;br /&gt;'give me a G-I-R-L G-E-R-L, what do u get? girlgerl! what do u get? girlgerl!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned ard, give him the &lt;em&gt;what the hell&lt;/em&gt; look and then laugh. HAHA. damn funny la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent food at some primary sch in jurong which has a swing. &amp;&amp;amp; of cause we played it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Az: if the weather's not too hot and there's wind, it'll be better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: kire kan feeling romantic ah tu. girl and boy on the swing enjoying the breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Az: no la. it makes me sleepy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like &lt;strong&gt;ermmm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took some pictures, mama was like &lt;em&gt;you two make a couple&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066295209488584450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rk8YppDUjwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yUL8fJjajBY/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; so, she was saying lets take a picture and show it to papa ur boyfriend. i was like iye la ehh.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066295213783551762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rk8Yp5DUjxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PogwgLad1Sc/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this pic was snapped and he complain that he looks like the girl instead of the boy because of his sitting position. &amp; so we took another one.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066295222373486370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rk8YqZDUjyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/m9zOGDOGyoE/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;he thinks this is JUST FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;when we're home, he said &lt;em&gt;from now, i call u girl2 and u call me abang&lt;/em&gt;. ABANG? i was &lt;em&gt;like tak dapat ahh!&lt;/em&gt; then he was like &lt;em&gt;okok, call me boy2 instead&lt;/em&gt;. i ask &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt; he replied &lt;em&gt;cause we're twins what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;iye la ehh, jiwang twins ah tu. feeling2 manje&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was having my lunch, he was abt to go out and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye boy2&lt;/em&gt;. he smiled and said bye &lt;em&gt;girl2&lt;/em&gt;.. HAHA. kelakar la kau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-1974818022112927388?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/1974818022112927388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=1974818022112927388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1974818022112927388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1974818022112927388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/out-of-blue-moon-az-address-me-as-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_orGvdpVwpWo/Rk8YppDUjwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yUL8fJjajBY/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-1761562475794405465</id><published>2007-05-17T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:38:23.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im stress with PP lahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent email the company to ask for an interview&lt;br /&gt;when they replied yes only then i can start on my proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; deadline's in 2 weeks (30/5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mati lahh aku mcm ni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-1761562475794405465?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/1761562475794405465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=1761562475794405465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1761562475794405465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1761562475794405465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-stress-with-pp-lahh-havent-email_17.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-1570375565524814531</id><published>2007-05-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:55:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that old man really boils my blood lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on my way back in the train. tired, sleepy plus hungry makes me moody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; this guy was walking pass me and wanted to alight (i think) when he threw a piece of folded paper at me. muke sardin je tu tua. i was like wtf! even if he wants to litter, throw else where la, why throw at me. suay betol la aku ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stun down there thinking what to do with that piece of paper. if i were to just throw the paper on the floor i'll be littering la kan. and so, i was curious to know whats inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? he wrote his name and hp on it lah sey. HAHA! tak padan si mat nih.. ehh no la, he's TOO OLD to be considered a mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kire kan romantic la tu campak2 'surat'. boleh bla lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh?? dun tell me he mistook me for a maid eh? HAHA! kekek siak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-1570375565524814531?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/1570375565524814531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=1570375565524814531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1570375565524814531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/1570375565524814531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/that-old-man-really-boils-my-blood-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-6763041890131959913</id><published>2007-05-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:09:20.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im ABIT piss off with them la initially. does sleeping only means ur lazy or tired? cant it be sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i like to sleep doesnt mean my life is all abt sleeping 24/7 kan? perangai sial ah! slept the whole day ytd and been stuffing myself with tissue, and still got the cheek to ask me to help cucu. wth! with that tone he spoke to me, i think im beginning to hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they came back at 5++, nag AGAIN saying im sleeping again and ask what's becoming of me. ehh, stop it eh! if im well and fit, im more than happy to get my butt out of this hse and go for my alumni lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help her out this morning and i nearly black out. face pale, saw black spots and my hands shaking, and she sarcastically (or not) saying&lt;em&gt; tu lahh tak cukup tdo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add on to my frustration, someone mistaken me for my mom's maid. like &lt;strong&gt;HELLO???!&lt;/strong&gt; muke aku lawar2 gini ade ke mcm muke indonesian maid? jatoh standard!&lt;br /&gt;the old lady can still ask with the indonesian accent &lt;em&gt;kamu nih pembantu nya iya? &lt;/em&gt;alamak! peng siak.. can i not help her anymore in case more ppl might mistaken me for their maid instead of their daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, Az asked me questions. he's being damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked &lt;em&gt;boyfriend or brothers?&lt;/em&gt; like duh! brothers lah. why? cause &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can always find a new guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. kire kan die bangga ahh tu aku pilih brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked again &lt;em&gt;if you were given a choice who would you pick, husband or ur kids?&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; i chose husband. he asked &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt; and aftr giving him some stupid AND irrelevant answer,&lt;br /&gt;i finally said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because you can make kids again but difficult to find a husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA! i cant believe i said that to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turn to ask him, &lt;em&gt;wife or mama?&lt;/em&gt; suprisingly he said &lt;em&gt;mama. cause she cant be replaced&lt;/em&gt;. i dunno if he's giving me a modal answer or thats really his answer. haha. whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he claimed he became a LOVE CONSULTANT thats why he asked me these questions. iye la ehh. boleh bla lah! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-6763041890131959913?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/6763041890131959913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=6763041890131959913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6763041890131959913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/6763041890131959913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-abit-piss-off-with-them-la-initially.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5010765666258184786</id><published>2007-05-12T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:03:33.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from dinner+supper at marina a while ago.. having steamboat. the rest were saying that they were celebrating Mother's Day with me. aww, how sweet =) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; liting cooked 2 serving of eggs JUST FOR ME (mother's day la konon)&lt;br /&gt;scramble egg and nasi lemak look-alike egg topped with the letter 'M' (or shd i say 'S'?) using ketchup. she failed the 2nd serving cause there's like ermm egg shell in it? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn tired since i've not had any sleep since ytd night (minus the SEVERAL 10-15min nap in class). was wide awake throughout the wee morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired but cant sleep. how irritating can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ended up watching meteor garden in youtube till like 7am. tho the show is like soooo long ago, im still loving it lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to sleep, i'll hav to wake up later at 5 to help her out. leceh ahh! and i've not completed my rj yet.. we're supposed to submit 2359 just now. mcm2 ahh.. i wanna sleep la *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5010765666258184786?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5010765666258184786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5010765666258184786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5010765666258184786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5010765666258184786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-came-back-from-dinnersupper-at.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-7738884453865320542</id><published>2007-05-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:04:54.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly got the urge to watch spiderman3.. rabak sey korg2, tgk tak ajak aku...&lt;br /&gt;though i fell asleep 20 mins ago watching spiderman1 and blame it for being draggy.. i still wanna watch it la. anyone accompany me?? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sooo dislike spiderman2 to the max way back then when he asked me to watch it. mati-matian tak nak so we go for cinderalla instead. feeling2 romantic la tu konon nyerr. i guess time changes our preference. or issit just me? whatever lahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like letting go everything. friends, family, responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;like seriously everything so i can be in my own world. loner you may call me... but who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im given the similar responsibilities 3 years ago and i failed it. TOTALLY flung it. now, im having that responsibility again.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, can i quit it? im soo not loving it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being random tdy. dont mind me. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-7738884453865320542?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/7738884453865320542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=7738884453865320542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7738884453865320542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/7738884453865320542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-suddenly-got-urge-to-watch-spiderman3.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31195795.post-5003010118017231587</id><published>2007-05-08T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:03:06.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>absent frm sch tdy due to malas-ness plus sick. mentang2 la tak skh, flu makin terok.. bagos la tu ehh. amalkan slalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shida for dinner.. and she kept blabbering abt the ph boy. puji la die tinggi2... she thinks she can physco me into knowing him and blablabla.. tak dapat ahh. hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask help frm my mentor abt the pp thingy. ask him and not asking him is just the same. instead of telling, he copy and paste the pp portal and ask me to read. i've read it umpteen times and he still ask me to read it again. buat sakit hati je. lebih baik tak payah tanye kan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31195795-5003010118017231587?l=int-ext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/feeds/5003010118017231587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31195795&amp;postID=5003010118017231587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5003010118017231587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31195795/posts/default/5003010118017231587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://int-ext.blogspot.com/2007/05/absent-frm-sch-tdy-due-to-malas-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>hazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782770590683348652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
