<?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-479128082481140574</id><updated>2011-12-23T01:58:50.715+08:00</updated><category term='Baby-faced.'/><category term='Yay. 35 more days to O&apos;s.'/><category term='Simply ironic.'/><category term='new fringe -.-'/><category term='doesnt pay to be the good guy'/><category term='I enjoy your ignorance.'/><category term='tiring but fun day.'/><category term='Zzzz.'/><category term='God Almighty.'/><category term='ALHAMDULILLAH.'/><category term='I&apos;m bruised and battered by your words.'/><category term='Oh God. I&apos;m a Traitor.'/><category term='yearning for your smile.'/><category term='when will the time come?'/><category term='Sicked.'/><category term='your smile is my everything.'/><category term='Yay Dafi same bday dengan aku.'/><category term='Everything is in God&apos;s hands.'/><category term='oh Johnbby.'/><category term='I think i&apos;m ready. Shall we?'/><category term='Get well soon. Please?'/><category term='Adele (y)'/><category term='It&apos;s time to stop thinking about yourself'/><category term='Rest In Peace Michael Jackson.'/><category term='Explanation is all I need.'/><category term='That blue/pink shirt guy with a flowy hairdo.'/><category term='bye'/><category term='Futile.'/><category term='The reason i change is...'/><category term='Enjoyable day indeed.'/><category term='ure alwaes in my heart.'/><category term='finally fifteen.'/><category term='Goosebumps.'/><category term='unlucky.'/><category term='history is repeating itself.'/><category term='Sayang Sayang. Aduh Sayang. =)'/><category term='lookin forward to breakin fast. LODS.'/><category term='get well soon.'/><category term='Live like we&apos;re dying.'/><category term='I love that ring on your finger.'/><category term='did i enjoy tt day?'/><category term='LeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLee'/><category term='Tawakkal'/><category term='Paranoid? Pfft.'/><category term='One in a million.'/><category term='fcuk you.'/><category term='32 more days to O&apos;s'/><category term='history mate.'/><category term='Please don&apos;t leave me.'/><category term='why so sudden?'/><category term='waiting for your next step.'/><category term='Be practical will you?'/><category term='i hope im not one of them.'/><category term='be thankful.'/><category term='Love is blind.'/><category term='All I do is dream of you.'/><category term='choo choo train.'/><category term='Ada lagi banyak ganjaran daripada dosa. So true.'/><category term='sorry Dino.'/><category term='ilovehady.'/><category term='Makes me wonder.'/><category term='I think it&apos;s best for me to back off. Seriously.'/><category term='Helplessness.'/><category term='fcuking bored.'/><category term='oh i love tt day.'/><category term='LeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLee'/><category term='love me do :D'/><category term='Sweet Sixteen.'/><category term='I wish I were a tiger. Roar.'/><category term='One of the best days in my life.'/><category term='I love your crooked smile.'/><category term='Ironic.'/><category term='why this misplacement?'/><category term='Come into my dreams tonight. I&apos;ll keep my arms open wide.'/><category term='You make me smile.'/><category term='It takes two hands to clap.'/><category term='26 more days'/><category term='oh tt mommy&apos;s boy.'/><category term='love me do =)'/><category term='Resentful.'/><category term='I never wanna see you cry.'/><category term='Teka-teki.'/><title type='text'>Asen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4723069233042471183</id><published>2011-12-09T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:36:38.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ho. I haven't been doing anything productive this holiday. So ,it's a good thing that work starts tomorrow lol. Will probably end on the 25th. I don't intend to continue till Jan, i don't know. Maybe i'll look for another job or sth. Well, O levels results is drawing near, i have to inevitably go through it. Again. hmm, i hope something good comes out of it, i doubt i can deal with another failure. I know i shouldn't give up too soon. See, i gave up even before receiving the results. Insya-allah boleh! AMIN. And i'm absolutely looking forward to my holiday destination this year!!!!! It's a shopping heaven, but i'm not telling you where it is just yet. zzz i don't think anyone even reads my blog, it's so dead and mundane. Anyway, i'll have to take four days' leave from my 2 weeks job, pathetic or what? But i should think that it's worth the leave hekhekhek. Can't wait! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4723069233042471183?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4723069233042471183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4723069233042471183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1644696468726494590</id><published>2011-11-23T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T02:33:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLNPpwhwY3E/Tsvq86qjPxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Uz_6RHL5M2s/s1600/tumblr_lozhg5xKoL1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLNPpwhwY3E/Tsvq86qjPxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Uz_6RHL5M2s/s400/tumblr_lozhg5xKoL1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677890087491419922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1644696468726494590?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1644696468726494590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1644696468726494590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/11/h.html' title='H'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLNPpwhwY3E/Tsvq86qjPxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Uz_6RHL5M2s/s72-c/tumblr_lozhg5xKoL1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-8380790983547388671</id><published>2011-11-12T01:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T03:20:13.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of moping around the house. I just can't wait to get my ass out there and work. I can't wait to work. omg i cant believe i just said that hahahah. The last time i said that, i was at the end of my tether, all ready to quit. I'll be working at Mango again, i guess. I'm totally broke, i need $$$ so badly. Hopefully i could continue working there up till Jan or sth, i'm just too lazy to look for another job.  been having sleepless nights of late. at nights like this, i can just lie down and think. Think of nothing, really. Well actually, i do think abt some things but they're probably my least worry right now. Like what would've happened if i had blabla or if i hadn't done this or done that yknow. hais seriously there's nth much to yank about anyway, so ya imma get some sleep now. nights xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-8380790983547388671?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8380790983547388671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8380790983547388671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-sick-of-moping-around-house.html' title='Broke.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5431924753368791290</id><published>2011-11-07T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:28:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expectation kills.</title><content type='html'>O levels are over, for me. It's definitely not something to relish about. In fact, sometimes i feel that i never want it to be over cause once it's over, nothing can be done about it. I don't know if i have given it my all. I believe i have. Papers were manageable, i must say but i'm not confident. at all. Its something i do not want to face, again. The results, i mean. It's just sheer anxiety, no excitement or whatsoever. I dread at the thought of receiving results below my expectations, for the second time. I wasted the second chance that was given to me and i definitely do not wanna repeat the same bloody mistake. Ya i've heard people telling me that i'm still young and i've ample time to catch up in case i screwed this one up. It's true, but who'd wanna do that. It isnt as simple as it seems, cause as far as i'm concerned, you obviously havent gone through it. Hmm. Well... now that O's are over,i practically have nth to do at home. I'd probably start working at the beginning of Dec so i'll have nth to do for the whole of Nov. Let's not go there hahah. Seriously at home? I'd  watch tv in my living room cause the tv in my room's not working. Sweet. I had missed out on a lot of ch 8 dramas the 7pm and 9pm show. Hais. And some people just wouldnt get sick of picking on me, keep on ranting about me lazing around at home. Cant you wait for a month or so before i start working? Haiyer. But hehe the lazing around part is true la. Hahahahah hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5431924753368791290?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5431924753368791290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5431924753368791290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-levels-are-over-for-me.html' title='expectation kills.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7692464806971799738</id><published>2011-10-24T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:29:17.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second time</title><content type='html'>10 hours more or so to O levels. It's totally giving me the jitters, i can barely sleep. Despite taking it for the second time now, the pressure is in fact, way higher than last year. Basically because i dont have anyone to exchange notes with on my way to sch tmr, i won't get to scream my lungs out just before the exam begins, with only complete strangers surrounding me, and also the dread to screw this up and land in the same situation next year. One whole year of sheer awkwardness, it's probably the last thing i'd wanna do again one year from now. You know i just shudder at that thought. Hopefully everything goes well. If i believe in myself and Allah s.w.t, everything would be just fine. I hope. I dont wanna be crestfallen with my results next year so imma give it my all. Ugh negative thoughts are kicking in again so yeah, i'd better turn in now. Good luck to those who are taking O's tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7692464806971799738?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7692464806971799738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7692464806971799738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/10/1o-hours-more-or-so-to-o-levels.html' title='second time'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1941861068428975530</id><published>2011-10-23T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T03:08:01.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's exhausting, draining me out. I'm not okay, although i keep reminding myself that i am. I just wanna tear of my skin and become anyone else. Haiyah. I hate to reminisce those times. It just makes me feel sick, annoyed, disturbed, frustrated, jealous; looking at how different things are now. I just want everyone back in my life. I've never really poured out my feelings to anyone eversince you left, for i don't seem to trust anyone just yet. I'm not convinced that my secrets, my insecurities, my unreasonable selfishness, jealousy, are all safe with them. I'm not oblivious to those who really cared. Just that, i wouldnt want them to freak out, seeing me blurt out every single thing that i feel indignant about(which may involve them), and realise how drastic i've changed in the last few months. It's hard to open up to just anyone. The only person i trusted was you. Hah. You? By the looks of it, texting me seems to be a torment for you. Idk that was just my conjecture, i'm definitely not judgy. Haiyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1941861068428975530?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1941861068428975530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1941861068428975530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-exhausting-draining-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5205418550540014779</id><published>2011-10-20T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:06:40.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the middle.</title><content type='html'>Hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there hi there. I iz bored. O's is practically um, 4 days away. Previous math lesson was cancelled as Mr Dev was under the weather. Eng class is already over. And i'm having qualms about attending the very last math lesson next mon. Thing is, i'll be having my english paper on that day, and my family has already planned to celebrate my mum's bday on that evening itself. Soooo i dont know which one i should go to. The time is both set to be 7pm. Not funneh! Haisssss. Maybe i should go for the lesson. It's the last one after all. But it's my Mum's birthdaaaaay. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5205418550540014779?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5205418550540014779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5205418550540014779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/10/caught-in-middle.html' title='Caught in the middle.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-813191292407616877</id><published>2011-09-22T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:17:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking stressed out. I havent been putting enough effort in my o's preparation. My nerves are screaming, literally. K no. O Allah, i need your guidance. Insya Allah, i can make it. Amin Amin Ya Rabal Alamin. K i know i'm like kanchong spider. I dont know. I just feel this sudden urge to give all out for o's. But i'm afraid i dont have it in me. Okay oral's over. English, at least a B3! I mean like, C6 for english? Seriously?! You gotta be kidding. What in the world was i thinking? How could i..... okay diam. Actually during my oral i was nerve-wrecked. I recited the ayatul kursi, it relaxed me somehow. But since i was the last candidate, when everyone was all in the exam room, i decided to recite the Hasbi Rabbi prayer, out loud. And it certainly boosts my confidence. Well of course i wasn't over confident, i just felt more composed. Well i'm not knowledgeable about ayats that much, i only got to know this prayer when i recently attended a religious class w my mum. Truthfully, it's been ages since i last attended madrasah classes. The last time was in P5. And i cant help feeling that i'm one of the unlucky lots. And i wanna get back in the right track, really. But right now, the stress is mounting more than ever. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-813191292407616877?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/813191292407616877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/813191292407616877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-so-freaking-stressed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1869050702618720961</id><published>2011-09-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:59:56.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you terribly. Every single moment of every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1869050702618720961?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1869050702618720961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1869050702618720961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-miss-you-terribly.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1961901086154397847</id><published>2011-09-12T03:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T03:57:17.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps, a word or two could help.</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna get my hopes high just yet. I know you're just here temporarily. You won't be staying for long, you're just starting to talk to me to get rid of your so-called boredom. I don't mind all that, basically because you don't matter to me. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see me as. That was an obvious lie. Idk if you could see right through me. Somehow, i wish your answer was a lie too. But then, what difference would it make. You were still gonna leave anyway. Well it has been a month, and still no news from you. I don't know, i doubt you actually got my text. Maybe, just maybe, if i had sent it earlier, you would have been able to read it before taking off. Still, you should have at least told me how you are doing and stuff. I mean,  how long has it been now? When i saw the news, i was like what the heck just happened. Worried sick. I feel tempted to just whatsapp you or fb msg you. But then i realised, in what position am i to be feeling this way? I very well know where i stand so I'm not gonna make the first move here. Not anymore. Not after what happened. This just proves to me that you dont care. At all. This is what i feared. Indeed, 'you left with no goodbye, not a single word was said.' That was what happened exactly. I thought i got it all wrong. Turns out, my sentiments were right. Thanks for everything. Thanks for coming, and leaving rightaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1961901086154397847?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1961901086154397847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1961901086154397847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/09/perhaps-word-or-two-could-help.html' title='Perhaps, a word or two could help.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2910002696975266202</id><published>2011-09-12T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:13:05.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It certainly sucks, taking my O's this year. Lesser than a month i think. I dont know. I dare not do the countdown, especially not when i'm doing it alone. And it certainly sucks, when there is so little time to O's and someone just asks you things like, "Can you really do it?" or "It's the second time. You screwed up the first time round and this is like the second time. Can meh?" or "Why never go ite? From there can go poly what" To be truthful, i'm not that kind of person who could prove people wrong when told i cant do something. Seriously. Although it affects me deeply, i just dont seem to do anything about it. I'm too flippant about things, you see. This time though, i sure hope it changes. I dont know how to go about doing life-changing last minute study. I'm too used to being laid-back and stuff. Some people i know relentlessly offered to help, and still, i didnt take those offers. Why? Even i dont know. I feel plainly stupid, doing this all over again, and not working extra hard. I should have just gone to ITE, even though i dont see myself to be there. Why this decision, i'm still wondering. It's not easy. It's so not easy. I wish i had that initiative to work diligently and just drive myself to do well. I wish. But hearing all these things, at this point of time, Am i supposed to feel better or what? Hais. Stupid. This is just stupid. Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2910002696975266202?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2910002696975266202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2910002696975266202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-certainly-sucks-taking-my-os-this.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2149004469263113486</id><published>2011-08-21T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:13:08.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there. O's preparation has been keeping me occupied these days, didnt really blog bla bla bla. and so, i took my oral last friday. i got juying sec, my subsequent papers will also be there. apparently i was the only private candidate sitting for oral that day. the rest were all juying sec students. well i wasnt that bored, though. kinda awkward initially but they seemed okay so we got along pretty well. oh and guess what, one of the examiners was mr david lim, used to be my eng teacher. i wasnt really that nervous cause i'm very comfortable with him, as in his teaching. i have to say i did better this year as compared to last year. but it wasnt excellent yknow. missed out on a lot of points. it was just okay. yeah. i curled my hair but it's very dry! it's not those big curls, yet not those maggie-like curls. i always apply mousse on it whenever i go out, but according to my sis it looks fake haha. so i stop applying it altogether. right. i suppose that's about it. haha ciao xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2149004469263113486?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2149004469263113486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2149004469263113486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7210232472307662322</id><published>2011-07-31T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T02:18:48.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect strangers it is.</title><content type='html'>One more day. What can i possibly do to make things right once and for all, in just one day? For now, all i could see is you shunning me away, as though you hate it that i'm still around. Is that it? Is that how it's gonna end? Simple, or shall i say, unfeeling goodbyes? I suppose it's effortless for you, yes? Perfect strangers. That's what we'll be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7210232472307662322?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7210232472307662322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7210232472307662322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/perfect-strangers-it-is.html' title='Perfect strangers it is.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-708719666348338624</id><published>2011-07-23T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T05:08:49.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>As much as i hate to see you leave, there's no stopping you. 9 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-708719666348338624?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/708719666348338624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/708719666348338624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3805397232267881616</id><published>2011-07-16T05:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T06:21:33.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen.</title><content type='html'>can't believe i'm still saying this, but sixteen more days. To........ Ramadhan la. You thought what? Hehehehe. I personally think i've been dealing with this matter a lot better of late, really. Sometimes, i just went through the day without much thinking abt you. And of course, lesser 'emo' posts. Glad that i'm able to get over this, thought i never will. Sometimes things are just what it is and there's nth you could do to make it right. Idk how exactly i will react on that day itself or whether i can find the right words, but i'm sure that can wait, yes?  So, sixteen more days huh? That just goes to show how fast the time passed by. Amidst Ramadhan month and all, i will have to inevitably prepare for O's. First up will be Oral. Gosh, dont even talk about it. I remember the last time i took Oral i was talking crap all the way. This is one thing i hate abt myself; talkative, but close to mute when it comes to oral. Hais, fml hahahahah. But it'll be fine, i hope. Insya Allah. About math, i really dunno. I leave everything up to Allah. Well, of course not everything. Obviously i need to work hard at the same time. English, hmm hard to say. On a side note, have i told you that Hady bagged 3 awards at Apm yesterday? One of them was under Regional category. I must hand it to him, really. As a matter of fact, i did vote for him. only once though. So, congrats hady! I know i've been 'neglecting' you for the past few mths mainly because of your relationship with hmmm, dont wanna say. But a portion of my heart still goes out to you, k love? Hehehehe macam paham. Alright, it's time i get some sleep now. Yeah seriously, like now? Hahaha, alright na-night! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3805397232267881616?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3805397232267881616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3805397232267881616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/sixteen.html' title='sixteen.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3971919452200866094</id><published>2011-07-10T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T03:03:08.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open your eyes big big, Asen.</title><content type='html'>Damn! Cheer up, Asen. There's really no point in being gloomy and down in every of my posts. I've come to a realisation tt there are people out there who still cares abt me, so it's best that i return them that favour instead of harping on what has happened. I really shouldnt let this consume myself, it's beginning to take its toll on me. So yea, i guess i should stop 'emo-ing' abt all these stuff and just move forward cos it'll come to no good. Dammit, why have i realised it only now? Hais hahahaha. I miss my friends, every single one of them. When i used to be under the weather or when i'm feeling real down, they're the ones i turned to. Other than my family, they've been the strongest pillar of support. (no idea what i'm talking abt though) I find it hard to do that these days, yea mainly cos they have different commitments and tight schedules and all. but i'm really looking forward to catching up w them. The times i spent with them, priceless. See ya guys soon! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3971919452200866094?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3971919452200866094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3971919452200866094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/open-your-eyes-big-big-asen.html' title='open your eyes big big, Asen.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1330080865745070496</id><published>2011-07-10T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T01:06:08.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-four.</title><content type='html'>Just 24 more days to Ramadhan. 24 more days to the start of August.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 24 more days to the day you're leaving. &lt;/span&gt; I know, it shouldn't matter too much to me. Since i'm just a friend; that is, if you still regard me as one. But i cant help pondering about this. How is it gonna be like without you? Haha, ya i know this sounds kinda weird but that's exactly what i'm thinking. Will there be any difference, or will things remain the same, since we're not really on talking terms. When you told me things arent going too well for you, i really wanted to help. In any way that is possible. But i'm just not good w words, so i really didnt know how to make you feel better. All this time, i havent been a good friend to you. Since when am i? I'm not even a good friend to my other friends. Guess i'll keep trying then. I know that it's not like you'll be gone forever. However, the chance of still remembering me after you come back is somewhat, bleak. And that's inevitable, for sure. Oh well, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24 more days indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1330080865745070496?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1330080865745070496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1330080865745070496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/twenty-four.html' title='twenty-four.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-9200940704639601348</id><published>2011-07-06T13:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:02:02.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele (y)'/><title type='text'>Make you feel my love</title><content type='html'>When the rain is blowing in your face. And the whole world is on your case. I could offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love. &lt;a/&gt; When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love. &lt;a/&gt;I know you haven't made your mind up yet, but i would never do you wrong. &lt;a/&gt; I've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong. &lt;a/&gt;I'd go hungry, i'd go black and blue. I'd go crawling on the avenue. No, there is nothing that i wouldnt do, to make you feel my love. &lt;a/&gt;The storms are raging on the rolling sea, and on the highway of regret.&lt;a/&gt;The winds have changed i'm throwing wild and free, you aint seen nothing like me yet.&lt;a/&gt;I could make you happy, make your dreams come true. Nothing that i wouldnt do. Go to the ends of the earth for you, to make you feel my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-9200940704639601348?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/9200940704639601348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/9200940704639601348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-rain-is-blowing-in-your-face.html' title='Make you feel my love'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3554718464079276397</id><published>2011-07-04T02:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:26:24.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doesnt pay to be the good guy'/><title type='text'>Bad guy.</title><content type='html'>Guess i havent been myself lately. People are beginning to question my posts on facebook, which according to them, are 'emo-like'. Here's the thing. I wouldnt want people to think that i'm typical, and i'm forever emo, and that i'm always in relationships, yknow that sort of thing. But seriously, it doesnt have to be based on rs alone. I just hate the feeling of losing a friend. It's, in fact, the worst thing that can ever happen to me. Others have yet to walk in my shoes, and i dont think anyone knows abt it, yet. I know i sound as if i'm the only one dealing w problems. Everyone has problems, and they all have different ways of dealing with them. Mine just happen to be posting it on fb. Oh, and the part where i was told that if i have anything to say, just say it straight dont need to 'chatter it all out on fb', here's the thing. I posted all of that on my wall, not yours. I didnt embarass you or drag you into this shithole so why are u so particular abt me posting abt this issue on my wall? It's mine, after all. I dont care if i appear to be the bad guy here. Well, of course, unless you have a better suggestion to settle this matter. Hah, you might find it to be trivial, not much of an issue and that my approach to it is unreasonable. Maybe that's the reason why you'd rather leave it there. MAYBE. I dont wanna assume things and be called a 'judgy' person. I sincerely do not want it to end this way. You're a good friend, even tho you claimed you're not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3554718464079276397?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3554718464079276397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3554718464079276397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/guess-i-havent-been-myself-lately.html' title='Bad guy.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5366860758046989695</id><published>2011-07-01T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T04:00:07.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's running out.</title><content type='html'>I miss you. I miss how we used to talk. I miss the late night texts, which at times dragged till dawn. I miss having you around. I miss your jokes, though they can be really lame sometimes. I miss confiding in you abt my probs. I miss your advices. I miss being comfortable texting you. I miss that feeling of receiving texts from you. I miss you. Just for the record, i'm not being mushy here. Feelings aside, we had nothing going on, we were mere friends and i want it to stay that way. But right now, i'm not sure about the state that we're in. I just hate the fact that i couldn't retrieve those harsh words i used against you. And the fact that there is no way things could be back to normal. And the fact that you'll be leaving real soon. I guess i'll just have to deal with it. This hasnt been easy for me, at all. For some reason, i cant think straight. Been thinking of ways to avoid us from being strangers but they don't seem to work. In fact, the situation's just getting worse. We have time against us. Really it's just a matter of time, before you leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5366860758046989695?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5366860758046989695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5366860758046989695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-miss-you.html' title='Time&apos;s running out.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6119640001535922391</id><published>2011-06-26T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:53:35.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking back at my previous post, i realised tt i've been too hard on myself. It's a shame that i actually let someone whom i've known for like only, what, 6-7 months? to affect my life. It's not that i'm tryna forget abt everything and simply move on. I just feel tt i shouldnt have let this matter, yknow sort of dominate the normal life i've been leading. Furthermore, i'm pretty sure this is just temporary and that this feeling i have wouldnt last long. This happened quite a few times before, so somehow i know how it'll eventually end up. I'll try to put this behind me and move on, just like how you did. Sometimes, i find it hard to yknow confide in someone abt my probs. Be it my family, or friends. I'm just afraid of the fact that everything i said, or let out would eventually be used against me. Or even worse, that particular confidant actually tells another party abt my probs. I know i shldnt be feeling this way, i just dont feel like letting it out to anyone.  so yeah. Now back to serious business. O LEVELS. Lesser than 4 months, i think. I mean, this is it. I really need to make it this time round, and pull up my socks. I just dont know how to. Its gonna be a waste of money, time if i were to, say, flunk this. Choy! Touch wood! Well seriously, i want this so bad. I dont wanna start this all over again. It's been hard enough for me, i just wanna get this over and done with. Insya allah, this time, with a pass. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6119640001535922391?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6119640001535922391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6119640001535922391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-back-at-my-previous-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-980559713530701787</id><published>2011-06-15T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:17:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, i dont think i deserve this. Firstly, you made a mistake. Supposedly, i am the one who's so-called victimised. And then, because of a slight sarcasm you completely ignored me, as if ntg happened. Have you thought of why i was being sarcastic? Or why it was so hard for me to forgive and forget? No, i dont think so. You only cared about how you feel. In fact, you still do. Do you have any idea why i got so worked up about the whole thing? Because it wasnt the first time, dammit. You did this a couple of times, planning to meet and stuff and cancelled it at the eleventh hour. Every single time. But i kept quiet. Cause, i'm nobody to you. I've no rights to say anything. Only this time, it took you too long. If you cant make it on that day, you could text me on the spot or anytime within that day. I mean, surely i would understand. But no, it took you 4 days to realise it and text me. Idk how serious your personal problem was, i dont expect you to come down to jurong to tell me abt it or whatsoever. I just need a text, or perhaps an fb msg, since you were fb-ing within the 4 days. You may think that i'm blowing up a small matter. It's not a small matter at all. You left me hanging for 4 days. Despite the texts i sent you that day, you chose to ignore them. Yes, you apologised and i could tell that you were sincere. It was a mistake that i actually used sarcasm to get back at you. I was worked up, and i just felt that it wasnt all that simple for you to just say sorry and yeah that's it. Even so, i apologised to you for being sarcastic. And then you started talking about me hating you and stuff. Wtf? Why would i hate you? I dont hate u at all, thats the reason why i got so sensitive about this whole thing. Otherwise, i wouldnt be going to the toilet at 3 plus in the morning and let everything out all by myself, while you had a friend whom you could confide in. I dont know if i mean anything to you, but you sure do mean sth to me. Or else i wouldnt have broken down and just cried. Those werent crocodile tears, they were genuine. I know i dont deserve you, and yet i expected too much from you. I dont stand a chance at all, and i'm aware of that. Surely, you're oblivious about how i feel towards you. But it doesnt matter anymore, cause you'll be gone soon, real soon. I'm just glad that i was able to somehow create a friendship with you and indeed, it was one of the greatest moments in my life. Apparently, it just ended. And i truly regret it. I wish nothing but the best of you, and hopefully you'll be happy in the next phase of your life. Amin &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-980559713530701787?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/980559713530701787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/980559713530701787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/06/honestly-i-dont-think-i-deserve-this.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1303948136275975400</id><published>2011-04-23T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T02:30:38.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.</title><content type='html'>Everybody seems to be enjoying life. Getting new friends and stuff, whilst I'm still stuck with the same old thing. O levels. Well, little surprise it is. I had to retake my O's, except that this time i'm only retaking Math and Eng. But, does it even make a difference? I'm back to square one. Trying my hardest best to do this all by myself. It's not easy, esp when you don't have your close friends by your side and that each time you step into class, people look at you as if you don't belong there. At least, that's what i feel. If I don't make it this time, it proves that i'm an utter disappointment and failure to my parents. I know that deep down, they care although they rarely show and often favour my other siblings over me. Truth is, i myself don't know where I'm heading to. I don't mind being insignificant to that someone's eyes, but definitely not to Allah's eyes. I want to be remembered by Him, and to achieve that is by doing the exact same thing, that is, to remember Him. How can i possibly get what i wish for, when I don't even pray to Allah? That's the sole reason why I haven't been happy and content with the good things that I've achieved in life. Because I wasn't grateful to Allah for whatever He has given me. Family, friends. Alhamdulillah, they're a wonderful bunch of people who have been there for me through ups and downs, thick and thin. They are there for me, to lead me towards the right path, and yet I took them for granted and cared two hoots about their advices. Little wonder, this is where I landed. The last thing I want is to be forgotten by Allah. Hopefully, I will find my way back with the help of my loved ones, and of course with Allah's will. Insya allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1303948136275975400?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1303948136275975400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1303948136275975400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope.html' title='Hope.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1976899439563669592</id><published>2011-03-25T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:07:25.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zzzz.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels funny to be back here. I'm not gonna do this very often now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1976899439563669592?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1976899439563669592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1976899439563669592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-feels-funny-to-be-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4563773460686531257</id><published>2010-11-11T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T01:18:18.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tawakkal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KINDA FLUNKED ALMOST ALL MY PAPERS. I guess I was more serious and determined last year as compared to this year. I have no idea what happened. Everything seemed so hard for me. It makes me feel worse when others find a particular paper manageable, easy, chicken feet or whatsoever. I dare not feel confident of passing. I should not have been too blase. I wish my parents could have been more strict about my self-revison for these past few months.I mean, my parents don't really think about it too much unlike some parents. Probably because they trust me. They believe that I would have my own initiative to do my own revision. It's hard to hear them nag about my academic results for they are not really particular about it.They have always been like that, so I can't possibly change them. It's absurd for me to actually blame them for not nagging at me to do my revision. It's just me. Sheer laziness. It won't get me anywhere. Let's just hope a miracle happens,which I doubt,would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4563773460686531257?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4563773460686531257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4563773460686531257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-kinda-flunked-almost-all-my-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-8152102184935886588</id><published>2010-09-29T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:03:36.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26 more days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see, I'm back to blogging again. Apparently, WE, the Sec Five students went for jalan raya on the 26th of Sep. Totally had a blast, I tell you and there were so many hilarious moments. I cried so hard that day that I nearly urinated in my songket. Obviously, I didn't. Okay, now back to Raya. Haha, so there was this one part where I could no longer walk in my heels as it was too exhilarating. Eventually I offered Mus my heels, in exchange with his capal so that I could walk comfortably. And, to my astonishment, he agreed! So there he was walking in my heels with Kas wearing Halima's and Iylia wearing Ateeqah's. Hahaha! Eventually, my shoes expanded due to Mus's big feet -.- Had school just now, received Prelims results. It was just as I had expected. I'm far from being impressed. Have to push myself a little harder. Just a little more. It's fine with me if I will have to stay at school till 9 pm or whatsoever. For just these few weeks, I'll just bear with everything. Insya allah I can. Amin. I'm going to post the pictures another time because apparently time doesn't permit. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully, this feeling will fade away by itself. I don't know why, but nowadays I always look forward to go to school. I'm not sure if it's because of you. If it is, then I'd better stop having this feeling as I do not want history to repeat itself. Indeed, once bitten twice shy. I'm already contented that our friendship is improving, so obviously I do not want to ruin it for the same reasons. Well, I'm sure this is just temporary, it won't be for long. Gee, I hope. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-8152102184935886588?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8152102184935886588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8152102184935886588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-you-can-see-im-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3802059129411401179</id><published>2010-09-24T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:55:12.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32 more days to O&apos;s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/TJy4w8XPXXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/yEO9eeuoMd0/s1600/12092010336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/TJy4w8XPXXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/yEO9eeuoMd0/s400/12092010336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520490394226220402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;strong&gt;this is it&lt;/strong&gt;. Less than a month to O's. I would be lying if I were to say that I haven't been touching any books all this while. But, I have to admit that intensive self-revision has not been done yet. Well, it's true that I did my assignments but, doing assignments is not equivalent to self revision. My grades are deteriorating, and the pressure just gets harder each time I see my other mates getting very promising grades. Furthermore, I've taken notice that a couple of my teachers are apparently practising favouritism. That makes it even worse. It's just sheer laziness, I admit. I did try, but it's just not adequate. I'm not too confident this year. Neither was I last year. Looks like I seriously need some intensive praying instead of just self revision. Insya allah, I'll make it this year. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3802059129411401179?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3802059129411401179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3802059129411401179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/TJy4w8XPXXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/yEO9eeuoMd0/s72-c/12092010336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-397906410824728879</id><published>2010-09-20T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:48:25.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yay. 35 more days to O&apos;s.'/><title type='text'>Helooooo.</title><content type='html'>After so many decades, I've finally decided to change my blogskin. Seriously, not in the mood to blog right now. What I'm going to do know is head to the study room and DO IT. Do what? Do Mathematics laaar. DIE! Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-397906410824728879?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/397906410824728879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/397906410824728879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/09/helooooo.html' title='Helooooo.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-678786219102713038</id><published>2010-08-31T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:37:07.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby-faced.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, my blog has been dead for like 2 months or so. I have no idea why. I just couldn't find the ideal time to blog. Furthermore, there is nothing much to write about. Things have been the same, though. I still love Hady. Yes, I still do. In fact, I watched him at Rentak Singapura 2010 @ D'Marquee. Did I tell you that? No, i didn't. I also listened to him being a DJ on RIA last night. I adore his witty and humble attitude. He has always been that way, and he's really good at interacting with his fans. Okay currently, I'm racking my brains on how to improve on my Math result. Ya, i know it would always come to the same old advice: keep practising. I'm aware that instead of blogging, I should be doing it now. No doubt, it's easier said than done. I would always find an excuse for myself each time I intend to practise. I'm not sure why, but I'm more relaxed this year compared to last year. And I know I shouldn't be. I'm not too confident about this year's result because looking at my classmates' conduct and results, mine is nothing compared to theirs. Hopefully, a miracle would occur for the second time.(The first time was last year when I collected my N levels result) Well, obviously it would not be possible without effort. Personally, I admit that my tutor really do help me a lot in doing well. It's just my blase attitude that is somehow stopping me from putting in effort. On top of that, I should be grateful that my parents are supporting me in whatever way that they can, be it hiring me a tutor, which is quite costly, or give me loads of advices and support. Okay, now time to scream. Heh. This was at Rentak Singapura last month. If you listen closely, you could actually hear me scream at 2:03 and 2:42. Haha, it was considered bold of me to shout like that. Exactly like a mad woman. Indeed, anything for Hady. Heh, can't wait to watch his upcoming telemovie, Getaran Cinta on 17 and 19 Sep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_FeS76gnho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-678786219102713038?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/678786219102713038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/678786219102713038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/08/apparently-my-blog-has-been-dead-for.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6507082561308822130</id><published>2010-05-20T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:00:19.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLee'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lee is in the Final Two! Hahahahahahaha! Woooooooo! Hehehehehehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6507082561308822130?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6507082561308822130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6507082561308822130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/05/lee-is-in-final-two-hahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-8945713386891371898</id><published>2010-05-20T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:30:10.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LeeLeeLeeLeeLeeLee'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S_VFKHMYoPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lETqanYT7SA/s1600/Lee+DeWyze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S_VFKHMYoPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lETqanYT7SA/s400/Lee+DeWyze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473356962170708210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I think I like him. Yeah, seriously. I really want him to win. Like Hell yeah! Seriously, his voice is fantastic and he's humble and so down-to-earth. Gosh, he really deserves it. IWANTHIMTOWIN! Hahahahaha. Omg, Lee... *drooling*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-8945713386891371898?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8945713386891371898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8945713386891371898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S_VFKHMYoPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lETqanYT7SA/s72-c/Lee+DeWyze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5367771135213456512</id><published>2010-04-11T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:12:09.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We all went to Hajah Maimunah's restaurant yesterday. We were on Tok Yem's treat. We sure ate a lot. Haha, btw I meant Nafisah, Halima, Siti Amirah, Afiqah, Fairuz, Atiqah and Faez by WE. Haha, I'm not gonna upload the photos today. I don't have plenty of time to do all that. I'm still not done with Development. I seem too blase about my f&amp;n coursework. Right? Right? Right? Anyway, I went to a wedding of my sister-in-law's sister just now. HAHA, Hafeez Glamour was there. Throughout the wedding, I waited for the Angkasa song, but it didn't appear at all. So in the end, no Angkasa. Hahaha, I think i'm done lah. I'm out of idea on what I should write. Bye. Heh, ILOVEHADY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5367771135213456512?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5367771135213456512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5367771135213456512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-all-went-to-hajah-maimunahs.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1623410031810957233</id><published>2010-04-09T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:01:56.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCvak31B5FM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCvak31B5FM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Check this out. I love the way he said "sentimental" in 3:31 *melts* &lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how adorable can a person get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1623410031810957233?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1623410031810957233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1623410031810957233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3172209528267543505</id><published>2010-04-07T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:51:00.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love your crooked smile.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 am in the morning, 4th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying in bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Eh kakak, kesian seh tadi Hady tak dapat menang anugerah Album Terbaik. Yela.. die kan blg dier going for -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak: Tau, tau. Kau dah bilang aku. Dier going for Album Terbaik sebab dier put all his hard work in it, kan? Kau dah banyak kali cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Ah tu ah. Tadi Aseenah nampak muke die macam kecewa gitu, macam nak nanges gitu.(Sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak: Alah, abeh nak buat ape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Skali, time kite tengah berbual ni, dier tengah nanges eh. (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak: Tu ah. Confirm die , "Ibu! Ibu! Hady tak menang! Hady sedih! (tossing around the bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Tak! Confirm die, "Asen! Asen! I tak menang! I sedih! (tossing around the bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six seconds of silence. &lt;br /&gt;(Kakak looks at Asen with a blur expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak: Sial ah kau! Aku pikir die panggil mak die Asen! Sebab tu aku dah pikir, asal seh die panggil mak die Asen. Siak ah kau, Aseenah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Hahahaha! Gotcha. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Anyway, I watched Clash of the Titans on Sunday with my mum. It was awesome! I love it, though I only watched it in 2-D. And I have to admit that Sam Worthington was really hot. You guys should watch it, okay? Heh. I'm still working on my F&amp;N coursework. I'm still struggling at development. Got to do the interview and all. There's no doubt that we're definitely behind time. But luckily, Fayez helped me. Well, not really helped. He sort of contributed to it. But, he did help me ah. Well, isn't it the same? Ah whatever. I only completed half of the Development part. Moving on to Decision Making soon. I think I'm going off to bed now. Heh, Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Woo, I love Hady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3172209528267543505?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3172209528267543505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3172209528267543505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-am-in-morning-4th-april.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7825701904171109913</id><published>2010-04-02T19:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:14:09.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X6815wz0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ves7nx7FEy0/s1600/DSC01650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X6815wz0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ves7nx7FEy0/s320/DSC01650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455542446797672258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY, EEFAH! ILYSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm finally back blogging. I've been really busy lately. I'm aware that I didn't blog for a month or so. Ya, ridiculous. Anyway, I've started tuition for Math. I hate it. But, I'm left with no choice. Haha, I've also started on a new book, Dear John. Hmm, what else? Oh, I went out with Nafisah, Halima and Ateeqah to watch Alice In Wonderland. That was like last month but, ya. We enjoyed ourselves. I also went to the National Museum to watch the Egyptian Mummies. I'm so going to watch Clash of The Titans 3-D. I think it'll be on Sunday. I'm still not sure who I should watch with. Haha. Well, there are plenty of assignments, but I have not started on any of them. School is OKAY. But, everything has changed. Really, really changed. And I don't think I like these changes. It's sickening. I have no idea what more should I add in. I guess I'm done. Oh yeah, so here are the pictures for our Alice in Wonderland day-out. ILOVEHADYILOVEHADYILOVEHADYILOVEHADYILOVEHADY. Heh. Okay, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X31T9G7HI/AAAAAAAAAws/gjRwsqKA9jQ/s200/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455539018890931314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X30-_pkDI/AAAAAAAAAwk/6uqmyHa0M20/s1600/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X30-_pkDI/AAAAAAAAAwk/6uqmyHa0M20/s200/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455539013264445490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X0dOXmRSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/37wmIjh7kXQ/s1600/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X0dOXmRSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/37wmIjh7kXQ/s200/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455535306539681058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X0ckOaxGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/W9PBKzdSn1M/s1600/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X0ckOaxGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/W9PBKzdSn1M/s200/DSC00531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455535295226889314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X6CJdPieI/AAAAAAAAAw0/6s_ByOCJol4/s1600/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X6CJdPieI/AAAAAAAAAw0/6s_ByOCJol4/s200/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455541438434478562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7825701904171109913?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7825701904171109913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7825701904171109913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-17th-birthday-eefah-ilysm.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S7X6815wz0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ves7nx7FEy0/s72-c/DSC01650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6540806322289870627</id><published>2010-02-21T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:50:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from JP. I went to Harris to get a reading book. Initially, I was planning to buy a Jodi Picoult book, but eventually I ended up buying The Wolfman. Hopefully it's worth the 17 bucks. Went to Arab Street with mum and kakak yesterday. We saw Najip Ali and Hasnol Rahmat there. And then we went to Singapore Zam Zam. Then we headed to Bugis Junction. Spent two whole hours there. Then we rushed home because Abang Ishaq called, saying that his whole family wanted to come. We bought some murtabaks for them. Then kakak played the Santau movie. It caused some shoutings and screamings in our house. Fark, seriously of all the horror movies that I've watched which involved exorcism, this is the most effective one. It seems so real, and in fact, &lt;strong&gt;familiar&lt;/strong&gt;. It scared the hell out of me, I swear. It brings back memories. Bad ones. Okay, I'd better stop talking about it. I can feel the hairs standing at the back of my neck. Gee, I'd better go get some sleep. I almost forgot that I'm having school tomorrow. Looks like I'll have to put some cucumber pads on my eyes before going to sleep. Woo. Ok I'm done. Nights. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU. Yes, you. The one who used to call me 'Kuantanese girl'. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6540806322289870627?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6540806322289870627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6540806322289870627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-got-back-from-jp.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6819734066771900056</id><published>2010-02-17T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:16:23.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yay Dafi same bday dengan aku.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In the bathroom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Lalu airmata, jatuh akhirnya. Dengan tak sengaja engkau membuatku terumbang-ambing di angkasa.. *singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simultaneously, in the kitchen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Hancur musnah semua. Mimpiku hilang di angkasa!*singing*&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Mak? Mak nyanyi eh?! *shouts out*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Tak lah, mane ade. Radio lah.&lt;br /&gt;Asen: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Pathetic right? Haha. Well right now I'm starting to love my Secondary Five life. I already failed three tests: Maths, Bio and Chem. In fact, I got 0 for Arithmetic test. I have no idea how that happened. Haha. Fortunately, all three subject teachers will be getting us ready for a re-test. I was quite taken aback by my absurd, pathetic and hopeless marks. Haha this is just the beginning I suppose. MORE TO COME. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love Hady. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6819734066771900056?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6819734066771900056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6819734066771900056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-bathroom.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1650756014992908919</id><published>2010-02-12T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:20:26.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love that ring on your finger.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I've blogged. I just got back from the doctor's, I'm down with fever, sore throat and sore eyes. I hate taking those pills. I have to like cut them into pieces, and then swallow them. I prefer syrup medications. I haven't yet started on my CNY holiday assignment. I have chemistry homework, and maths.I'm like so lost in Chemistry. I don't understand a thing. whatever lah. Anyway, I know I'm a bit too late here but I just finished reading My Sister's Keepers book yesterday. I hate the ending, I swear I hate the ending. I didn't expect Anna to die just like that. Who could anticipate it? I can't bring myself to watch the movie. Nafisah has watched it. But, I know that certain things could cheer me up, like watching Hady's video or something. Heh, anyway here are some of Hady's awesome performances which I can never stop watching. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohNSORFBhZE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohNSORFBhZE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T80Oj_Ztdo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T80Oj_Ztdo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vznPwKddciA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPTl11qYxzg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPTl11qYxzg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHeKL5bIc4o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHeKL5bIc4o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y-eqFUt0l8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y-eqFUt0l8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I love Hady. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-1650756014992908919?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1650756014992908919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1650756014992908919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-quite-some-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-9156588403513421065</id><published>2010-01-17T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:35:11.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent half of my day at Abg Is's house. I went there to somehow 'babysit' his children. I was a bad babysitter, i admit. Eventually Abg got to know about my private tutor. And he insisted on getting me to hire another tutor. Idk. Idk if I can do better with or without a tutor. Sometimes, I just feel like getting him to teach me but he's often busy with work, and don't have time. Alah idk. Anyway, I already got Aqid's photo. He definitely look different compared to his Sis and Bro. His nose is a little bit sharper and his eyes are bigger. Woo! I like ! Haha, I'm done here, so bye. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqYYNDa9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Zez2hsTKV0M/s1600-h/Photo0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqYYNDa9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Zez2hsTKV0M/s320/Photo0979.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427376730493119442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqYFPoepI/AAAAAAAAAt0/MlDbFD2Yf8I/s1600-h/Photo0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqYFPoepI/AAAAAAAAAt0/MlDbFD2Yf8I/s320/Photo0978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427376725403662994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqXrQGsCI/AAAAAAAAAts/TMYuLkqZ-8A/s1600-h/Photo0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqXrQGsCI/AAAAAAAAAts/TMYuLkqZ-8A/s320/Photo0977.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427376718426320930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqXisQouI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wCg35GgcMcU/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqXisQouI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wCg35GgcMcU/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427376716128494306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqXM4eisI/AAAAAAAAAtc/M2gc6hdfhMY/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqXM4eisI/AAAAAAAAAtc/M2gc6hdfhMY/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427376710274157250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-9156588403513421065?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/9156588403513421065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/9156588403513421065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2010/01/spent-half-of-my-day-at-abg-iss-house.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S1HqYYNDa9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Zez2hsTKV0M/s72-c/Photo0979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4354446382667011354</id><published>2009-12-31T21:15:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:05:19.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One in a million.'/><title type='text'>Tawakkal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SzypbvZK6PI/AAAAAAAAAtE/M1zDmxsmaoo/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421394345490835698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SzypbvZK6PI/AAAAAAAAAtE/M1zDmxsmaoo/s320/DSC00436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My uncle made this for me. Haha, and I LOVE IT. I mean, I have no idea that he was even aware that I really really really really like Hady Mirza, so when he gave it to me, I was like shocked like a mad woman. Haha, I was just so SHOCKED. Haha, he actually got my name wrongly spelled. But, who cares. I mean, it's the thought that counts. Am I not right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siang malam kau menjaga hatiku.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sehingga ku terlihat cahaya di matamu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalan pulang memang terasa jauh,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tetap kau memimpin tanganku selalu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku mencintaimu seadanya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slalu di sisiku dengan tabah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiada insan yang lain sepertimu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andai ku pergi dulu, andai ku pergi dulu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tawakkal lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takkan hilang rasa rindu hatiku.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akan ku simpan di dalam selagi ku bernyawa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bulan terang akan menjadi saksi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menjadi tanda cinta kita selamanya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku mencintaimu seadanya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slalu di sisiku dengan tabah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiada insan yang lain sepertimu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andai ku pergi dulu, andai pergi dulu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tawakkal lah ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, Hady's songs in his newest album are just so meaningful, and I find the song, 'Tawakkal' the most meaningful of all, really. Yeah, it may sound a little bit too mushy or whatever you wanna describe it but it's just so meaningful, and I'm moved each time I listen to it, especially with Hady's mesmerizing voice and all. Heh. I've just finished listening to it actually. Diammmm. Haha. Damn, reported to school at 10 am today and found out that Nafisah and I are in different classes. Kas as well. =( I'm in the same class with Halima, though and yeah the others. Not much to update, so I'm done here. Oh, and I Love Hady =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4354446382667011354?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4354446382667011354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4354446382667011354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-uncle-made-this-for-me.html' title='Tawakkal'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SzypbvZK6PI/AAAAAAAAAtE/M1zDmxsmaoo/s72-c/DSC00436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6479109594288601238</id><published>2009-12-27T14:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:31:32.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come into my dreams tonight. I&apos;ll keep my arms open wide.'/><title type='text'>Bestest day in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SzcM7WM_CQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5MXsbuMTu6M/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419814890275539202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SzcM7WM_CQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5MXsbuMTu6M/s320/DSC00512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG! I actually watched Hady Mirza 'LIVE' for two days straight! I can hardly believe it! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! The first time was at Singapore Expo on friday. But I was not that close to him. And the second time was yesterday! Thanks to Mira and Roy who accompanied me to Jurong Point. Yeah, we were there for HadyBaby's second album autograph session. Everything happened so fast. Okay, I made him a card. Diam ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The card was too simple actually, but hopefully he loves it. Hehehe, there was one part when he sang Angkasa, and he eye-contacted me while singing, "Pernah kau bilang tulus cinta hanya boneka. Cuba kau pandang ku di mata serius dipinta ~". Ahhhhhhh! His eyes were sparkling like diamonds. Really. I can't believe it. I mean, it was like a dream. And when it was time for mira and I to come up to have his autograph, my heart was beating like, I don't know how to describe it. Words are just not enough to express this feeling of mine. Initially I felt like fainting onstage, but I didn't. Well, you guys probably think I'm going crazy. And yes, I am. I AM! Who says dreams don't come true? They do. Mine just came true yesterday. Okay, I didn't wash my right hand till today, basically because hady shook my right hand yesterday. And I have my meals using spoon, lying to my dad that I had a cut on my finger. Hahaha. Okay, that's just dumb but who cares. I can't believe that we're gonna have our third Singapore Idol by tonight. Sezairi or Sylvia? Sezairi or Sylvia? Sezairi or Sylvia? Alah, Hady lah Hady lah. Heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6479109594288601238?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6479109594288601238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6479109594288601238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg-i-actually-watched-hady-mirza-live.html' title='Bestest day in my life.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SzcM7WM_CQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5MXsbuMTu6M/s72-c/DSC00512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6352701113883910480</id><published>2009-12-19T13:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:47:26.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALHAMDULILLAH.'/><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Syx-065grII/AAAAAAAAAsE/Px0T6aBmBvU/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416843899448634498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Syx-065grII/AAAAAAAAAsE/Px0T6aBmBvU/s320/DSC00482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Syukur alhamdulillah, I managed to go to Sec 5NA. It was really unexpecting. There was only one thing on my mind before I got my result: ITE. I was not ready for this, and at the same time I'm surprised that I passed my math. When I looked back on how I did my math paper, I could already anticipate that I would fail it. I mean, I've never passed this subject before. Never, and now it really happened. I actually screamed when I saw the word 'promoted' on my result slip, and everybody was like laughing away. Haha, well even though I only got 18 points and its not a big deal anyway, I feel that I really made it. All thanks to the effort I've put in these past few months, and also credits to my mom's prayers. I can't believe I made it. But I realise that I must work extra hard next year and it's gonna be double the work, really. I don't know if I could cope with it. Insya Allah, I can. Phew! Haha anyway, ever since miraboo bought me Hady Mirza's newest album. I couldn't stop listening to it, really. Haha, especially Angkasa! I love it so much. Once again thanks &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miraboo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's it for today I guess. Heh, bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6352701113883910480?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6352701113883910480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6352701113883910480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/12/syukur-alhamdulillah-i-managed-to-go-to.html' title='Alhamdulillah.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Syx-065grII/AAAAAAAAAsE/Px0T6aBmBvU/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-831795790742477762</id><published>2009-12-15T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:44:54.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sixteen.'/><title type='text'>Finally Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! Yesterday was my bday and I celebrated it with eefah, sheril and dee at Mcdonald's. Haha, thank you guys for that colourful and lovely cake. You guys are so sweet. Haha! Mira and Nafisah got me lovely gifts. Thanks Mira for the card and Hady's photo ^^ and thanks Nafisah for the lovely Dior necklace. I love it so much. Later at night Fifi and Ateeqah came to my place and gave me this wonderful yellow-coloured cardboard (I forgot what it is called) with my pictures and theirs with great wishes on it. Thank you guys, and I know it must be really tiring doing that thing for me. And today, miraboo came to my place and gave me Hady Mirza's second album! Thank you dear, I didn't expect you to buy it for me. Heh, thank you so much guys, and thank you to those who have wished me. I appreciate them. I really do. Well, that's all for today. Oh, and I can finally watch NC16 rated movies. Heh, toodles =))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-831795790742477762?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/831795790742477762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/831795790742477762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-yesterday-was-my-bday-and-i.html' title='Finally Sixteen.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-8415617883118016315</id><published>2009-12-09T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:13:19.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You make me smile.'/><title type='text'>Most awaited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sx9SaiKgVQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WBa46rNomck/s1600-h/Photo0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413135892923569410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sx9SaiKgVQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WBa46rNomck/s320/Photo0492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ah! I'm so thankful that Sezairi is in the final two! Alhamdulillah. Well, for sure I really thought it was gonna be Tabi instead of Sezairi. But, yeah. I jumped like hell when Gurmit announced the result yesterday. And furthermore, Hady's second album will be released next week! Heh. Okay, like finally. Ahhhhhh! Words alone are not enough to describe this feeling of mine. Hehehehehe. Damn, my left eye is twitching. Alright, that's all for today. Heh, bye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-8415617883118016315?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8415617883118016315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8415617883118016315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-im-so-thankful-that-sezairi-is-in.html' title='Most awaited.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sx9SaiKgVQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WBa46rNomck/s72-c/Photo0492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3206920906095147833</id><published>2009-12-07T22:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:13:36.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranoid? Pfft.'/><title type='text'>Bulan Baru.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sx0TAPD6SBI/AAAAAAAAArk/gvafTw3fkjI/s1600-h/mateen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Heh, went out with Mateen today to watch New Moon. Haha, but somehow it was quite a dissappointment, the situation in the theater I mean. The guy sitting behind me kept kicking on the back of my seat. What the hell. Whatever it is, Jacob Black was really hot, I admit. Heh. I can't wait for this Friday to come by. I'll be going to KL with my family and cousins! Hopefully, it would be fun. It better be. Hahaha. Ah, nothing left to update lah. Malas lah nak blog. heh. Toodles. =))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3206920906095147833?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3206920906095147833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3206920906095147833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/12/heh-went-out-with-mateen-today-to-watch.html' title='Bulan Baru.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2278637016948439436</id><published>2009-12-03T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:14:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Dad bought a keyboard for me just yesterday. Boredboredbored. I can't wait for my N levels result, in about a few weeks' time. Damn, wonder how it would be like. Oh, and I'm just glad that Sezairi Sezali made it to the Final 3! Alhamdulillah, ya Allah. I don't know if he could make it to the finals. Tabi and Sylvia, they stand more chance actually. If Sezairi really buck up for the next performance, and impress both the judges and Singapore, then he may stand a chance. As for Sylvia, I think that she has got a natural voice and performance wise, she's great and comfortable on stage. As for Tabi, she has always been great in the judges' eyes. But hmmm, i dont know. Really, it's unpredictable. Yay! I'm going to Hasan's house tomorrow. Heh. Hahaha, okay, nothing much to update here. So bye. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Eh, ILoveHadyIloveHadyILoveHady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking? You may think that this would be best for both of us, but I'm gonna prove you wrong. As I said earlier, standard is not everything. In fact, attitude is everything. To me, standard doesn't matter at all. I don't know what's going through your mind, I really don't know. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2278637016948439436?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2278637016948439436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2278637016948439436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/12/dad-bought-keyboard-for-me-just.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4746680077877513248</id><published>2009-11-29T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:15:05.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyable day indeed.'/><title type='text'>First Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKY8dI60UI/AAAAAAAAArU/caCwUIctZUM/s1600/P281109_18.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409554266806997314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKY8dI60UI/AAAAAAAAArU/caCwUIctZUM/s200/P281109_18.19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYsI1fDtI/AAAAAAAAArM/Fi4kwkjEJpc/s1600/P281109_18.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409553986478870226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYsI1fDtI/AAAAAAAAArM/Fi4kwkjEJpc/s200/P281109_18.12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYrajAE_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/zLB5FVqVo-g/s1600/P28-11-09_17.14%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409553974053311474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYrajAE_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/zLB5FVqVo-g/s200/P28-11-09_17.14%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYr5Yg8uI/AAAAAAAAArE/x2EpfzMlvRM/s1600/P28-11-09_17.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409553982330827490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYr5Yg8uI/AAAAAAAAArE/x2EpfzMlvRM/s200/P28-11-09_17.20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYqy6bOVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VYIECwf6kQw/s1600/P28-11-09_17.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409553963414141266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYqy6bOVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VYIECwf6kQw/s200/P28-11-09_17.14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYqa_rATI/AAAAAAAAAqs/A5kDlnrPhMo/s1600/P28-11-09_17.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409553956993696050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKYqa_rATI/AAAAAAAAAqs/A5kDlnrPhMo/s200/P28-11-09_17.13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went out with Nurul Nadira Binte Kamarolzaman yesterday. Hahaha. first time oi, first time. Apparently, she accompanied me to Far East Plaza to get a leather jacket, oh and yeah before that we went to Ion orchard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dee: Sen, aku nak tengok kedai Mango ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asen: Ohh, okayy. *walking straight*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dee: Sinilah, masuk kedai Mango. *pointing to her left*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asen: Huh? *blur* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dee: *walking around the shop*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asen: Dee.. ni Max&amp;amp;Co. bukan Mango tau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Dee: Sen! Diaamm Sen. Aku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;maaluu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahaha ! Dee oh Dee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were other hilarious scenarios, but I can't remember them, so just forget it. Okay, it was like so unfair. I couldn't see Sezairi, I could only see his specs -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pathetic much. But, whatever it is, I enjoyed myself yesterday, though it was just the two of us. Yelar, tak pernah-pernah aku keluar dengan Dee. Well, I'm done here. Heh, toodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4746680077877513248?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4746680077877513248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4746680077877513248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-out-with-nurul-nadira-binte.html' title='First Time.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SxKY8dI60UI/AAAAAAAAArU/caCwUIctZUM/s72-c/P281109_18.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-335270981314095333</id><published>2009-11-25T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:47:08.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live like we&apos;re dying.'/><title type='text'>My "Intan Payung."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1gi5_c4KI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gKyXAH07DQo/s1600/Image0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408084880340607138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1gi5_c4KI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gKyXAH07DQo/s200/Image0286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1gi5LeycI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Sj6JV9J4_QY/s1600/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408084880122628546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1gi5LeycI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Sj6JV9J4_QY/s200/DSC00202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1gip6X_OI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DrxkS9kLSb8/s1600/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408084876024347874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1gip6X_OI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DrxkS9kLSb8/s200/DSC00120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1giL7t_MI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oho0K-gDyKo/s1600/DSC00115+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408084867976920258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1giL7t_MI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oho0K-gDyKo/s200/DSC00115+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today is the 25th of november, so it's my nephew's birthday, Danish hakim! And I've no idea why I'm excited over his birthday. Well, these are tiny, little things which i love about dear Danish :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-Whenever someone kisses him on the cheeks, he would wipe it, and then grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-He likes to sing Kepadanya by Taufik Batisah and HADY MIRZA. And he sings it wonderfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-He would surely say "Hady Mirza" whenever I ask him to ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-He loves to smile =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-He calls out my name with affection. (Cik Senah) -_______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-And I loooovveee his flowy hairdo. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, basically he's just simply adorable. Oh anyway, I'm glad that Sezairi managed to come back next week. Well, all four of them will be coming back next week -.- Hopefully, he would make it to the finals. Well Top 3, at most. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anddd, I admit I'm really surprised with H _ _ _ _ _'s full name. Haha, sedap jugak ehh? But. it was really very hard to start a conversation with him. hah, really need to muster up my courage. yelar, kate short-tempered. haha. Okay whatever, I think I'm done here. There's nothing left to update, really. So, toodles people. =))))&lt;/span&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/479128082481140574-335270981314095333?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/335270981314095333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/335270981314095333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-25th-of-november-so-its-my.html' title='My &quot;Intan Payung.&quot;'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sw1gi5_c4KI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gKyXAH07DQo/s72-c/Image0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4637463635944584913</id><published>2009-11-21T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:16:23.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makes me wonder.'/><title type='text'>Recklessness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pheewwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to let out a sigh of relief. Seriously. I just turned my house upside down. Well. in fact I was searching for my one and only "Hady Mirza" album. Really. I thought that I had lost it. I thought that one of my nephews or nieces had torn it or scribbled on it or thrown it away. Ahhh! one of my biggest nightmare indeed. And I was close to tears. But thankfully none of that has happened. Eventually, my mum put it in a box. But the creepiest thing of all is that my mum didn't even remember putting it in the box, which appears to be quite eerie actually. I mean, who on earth, had put it in there? Okay whatever it is, I'm really really really thankful that I had finally found it. Haha. I feel that nowadays, I don't get what I want. Even tiny, little things, like not being able to watch Merantau Warrior. Okay, don't even talk about it. It pisses me off. Yeah really. And sometimes I wonder why other people often gets what they desire and, they got them so easily. I'm not being ungrateful, no I'm not. I just envy them, no doubt. And despite having my wonderful friends and family around me, I still feel that there's something or someone missing, but I can't figure out what or who exactly it is. Okay again, I'm spouting nonsense. And I better end it. I'll end my post here. Oh ya, and I'd better be careful and avoid misplacing Hady Mirza's album again -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hahaha, toodles. =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4637463635944584913?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4637463635944584913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4637463635944584913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/11/pheewwwww-i-have-to-let-out-sigh-of.html' title='Recklessness.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5984426758597781057</id><published>2009-11-17T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:16:50.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish I were a tiger. Roar.'/><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monday was really a bad day for me. I nicely planned on watching Merantau Warrior with dearest mum. Reached JP, and there were long queues as expected. And after waiting for a pretty long time, the girl at the counter called my mum and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Me: Can I have two tickets for Merantau Warrior? *smiling from ear to ear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Girl: So are you above sixteen years old? *giving me a sceptical look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Me: Yes, I'm sixteen *lying, hoping that she would believe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Girl: Do you have any proof to show that you're sixteen? The movie is NC16. Do you have your IC with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Me: Ah err.. no. *lying, hesitating*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Girl: Oh, then cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Me: ahh, wait ah. *taking out my ez-link card*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Girl: Cannot ley cause you're not sixteen yet. See? *showing me my ez-link*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Me: Well, it's just a matter of one month, right? It won't make much difference what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Girl: Sorry, but cannot ley. *tersengih-sengih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahhhhh! Geram nye! The feeling was too overwhelming, that I actually stomped my feet right there, macam budak bodoh gitu. I mean, who isn't angry? My birthday is just a month more. And this is what I get? Sigh, I thought of watching 2012, but I was in no mood. So, my mum and I actually went to LJS. Had clam chowder. Home-d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5984426758597781057?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5984426758597781057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5984426758597781057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-was-really-bad-day-for-me.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-884772589695675347</id><published>2009-11-09T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:48:27.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is blind.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SvgRhyKBmII/AAAAAAAAAo8/s489DFK3GtA/s1600-h/05062009172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402087025128085634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SvgRhyKBmII/AAAAAAAAAo8/s489DFK3GtA/s320/05062009172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I wanna wish a very Happy 18th birthday to Ayid. Lol, woke up early in the morning and went to Hassan's place. Did some cleaning up in his kitchen, but only part of it. I'll finish the rest of it the very next time I visit his place again. Surprisingly, I enjoyed myself although it was excruciatingly tiring. I was contented after doing all those work, I've no idea why. And you know what, whenever I'm at home these days, all I do is eat. Sometimes I eat three to four times a day. I eat a lot, really but i don't think I'll gain weight. Haha, maklomlah high metabolism rate. I eat a lot, probably because I have nothing to do at home. Shit I'm already spouting nonsense even without realising it. Hahaha, I guess I'll end here, oh and before that, I would like to wish Good luck to Mateen for his MT 'O' levels paper tomorrow as well as those who are taking 'A' levels tomorrow. Haha, good luck people !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-884772589695675347?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/884772589695675347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/884772589695675347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-wish-very-happy-18-th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SvgRhyKBmII/AAAAAAAAAo8/s489DFK3GtA/s72-c/05062009172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4059965069364981848</id><published>2009-11-05T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:18:40.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All I do is dream of you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SvLc--UzeGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DMUVr4Us3ms/s1600-h/Photo0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400621877610903650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SvLc--UzeGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DMUVr4Us3ms/s320/Photo0529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still unsure about finding  a part time job. I just don't feel like it. But two people running after me in order to offer a job never crossed my mind, really. Absolutely suprised. But frankly, I have qualms about this particular job. But staying at home all day is really sickening, especially with the situation in my house. Everybody's giving each other the cold shoulders, which I have to witness every single day. And as usual, I'm stuck in the middle, again. But really, I'm helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha. Nothing much to update actually. So I'll just end here, alright. hahaha goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4059965069364981848?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4059965069364981848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4059965069364981848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-still-unsure-about-finding-part-time.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SvLc--UzeGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DMUVr4Us3ms/s72-c/Photo0529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-8451910469559506837</id><published>2009-10-26T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:38:27.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m bruised and battered by your words.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVfzrdzO-I/AAAAAAAAAos/YBfVS5unhG8/s1600-h/hady_mirza_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396825069919091682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVfzrdzO-I/AAAAAAAAAos/YBfVS5unhG8/s320/hady_mirza_std.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I Love Hady Mirza~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to chalet at Downtown East yesterday. Kakak was also there. Yeah, took quite a number of pictures. We also went swimming at night, which was really fun though. Haha, think I'm done here. toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396817844329678466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVZPGDChoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/DrrK6MFclR8/s200/DSC00412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396817834273758786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVZOglhXkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1aLX6XmjKno/s200/DSC00409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396817831632253122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVZOWvvMMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/rBCqXs9CkVo/s200/DSC00404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396817826348984930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVZODEG6mI/AAAAAAAAAoE/TLlU812kv_Q/s200/DSC00397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396817820928340642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVZNu3ucqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/d58JQ2ILGmo/s200/DSC00413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-8451910469559506837?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8451910469559506837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8451910469559506837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-hady-mirza-went-to-chalet-at.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuVfzrdzO-I/AAAAAAAAAos/YBfVS5unhG8/s72-c/hady_mirza_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4166715662684598471</id><published>2009-10-24T21:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:26:54.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s time to stop thinking about yourself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, Mummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396187359720008530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuMb0D2Qa1I/AAAAAAAAAn0/LsHXh_o6M2U/s320/DSC00315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heh, we celebrated mum's 54th birthday at home. Well there were &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only mum, mamat, Abg Ishaq's family and I. Not all my family members were there as most of them were working yesterday. But the celebration was still fun despite their absence. Abg Ishaq and wife bought mum a cake from Prima Deli. Right now I just got back from Arab Street with mummy. Went to buy some kain for next year's Hari Raya clothes. Haha, cepat kan? Oh yeah, I also saw Mateen's 'clone'. Haha. Went to JB two days before, and got disturbed by some 'mat malaysia'. Haha, diam eh. Once we got back from JB, the worst happened. Haha, So as for tomorrow, mummy, mamat and I will be attending Abg Iskandar's family's chalet. Yay, boleh swim. Haha, i just hope that my skin won't get darker. I think I'll end today's post right here. Haha, anyways here are some of the pictures of mum's little birthday celebration. hahaha, goodnight people~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396178662116124354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuMT5yv5ZsI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8dV3UTYDrmU/s320/DSC00374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396178656853442242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuMT5fJLPsI/AAAAAAAAAnc/M10ktIRw0eY/s320/DSC00373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396178645884835778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuMT42SDl8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/K6j9lKKINyE/s320/DSC00372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396178640767504146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuMT4jN_TxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/LumnoYmVH7w/s320/DSC00371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396178633947454338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuMT4Jz9m4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/axsRuYFzVoE/s320/DSC00370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite being wrong, you still have the guts to point out other people's fault. I've never seen Dad to be that lenient and tolerant in my life before, really. It's really suprising indeed. I wouldn't have taken advantage of Dad's patience and tolerant attitude if i were you. And I wouldn't be so self-centered. I know that you are no longer a child but I hope that you would think twice. But h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ow could your thinking be so blunt? Please, for once, think about our parents. I hope that Allah would open up your heart and make you agree with their decisions. Insyaallah ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4166715662684598471?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4166715662684598471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4166715662684598471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-belated-birthday-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SuMb0D2Qa1I/AAAAAAAAAn0/LsHXh_o6M2U/s72-c/DSC00315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4841044636489051234</id><published>2009-10-19T11:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:21:33.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ada lagi banyak ganjaran daripada dosa. So true.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/St8m78DVY5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/WHM3TUo1Dm0/s1600-h/Z.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073689787392914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/St8m78DVY5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/WHM3TUo1Dm0/s320/Z.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just one more day, and Hari Raya Puasa would come to an end. Isn't it too fast? Cepat, kan? Kan kan kan? Can't wait to go to school on Wednesday seh. At least, there's something I could do rather than merely staying at home and doing nothing. Well, it's not as though I would help my mum with the house chores, right? Haha, and I'm not sure if I would start looking for a job. Mcm malas giler gitu. Well, in the midst of this holiday mood, I'm equally worried about my inevitable 'N' levels result. If I'm not wrong, it would be out sometime around December? Seram~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But whatever it is, I think to 'doa' is the most important factor here. Yeah, basically because it's already done and the only thing that we could do is to hope for the best. Right right? What else to talk about eh? Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;ILoveHadyILoveHadyILoveHady~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heee.&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/479128082481140574-4841044636489051234?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4841044636489051234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4841044636489051234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-one-more-day-and-hari-raya-puasa.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/St8m78DVY5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/WHM3TUo1Dm0/s72-c/Z.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2306917546133294991</id><published>2009-10-15T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:05:45.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One of the best days in my life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went jalan raya with Miraboo, eefah, nafisah, Roy and Khan on Monday. Haha, it was fun and it's nice to see Ku-OM get back together again, with roy and khan as well. Hahaha. It seemed like a bad day for our dear sharifah as her slippers were torn off. Well, there's nothing much to talk about i guess. So, let the pictures do the talking. =).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392701524886283442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sta5dxKN5LI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b2FM41uHam4/s320/DSC00648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392701516614109938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sta5dSV-ivI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-Uq3fZ6cxMw/s320/DSC00645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392701508998639666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sta5c1-TsDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/xoVhYg94zPg/s320/DSC00644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392701495141931458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sta5cCWnGcI/AAAAAAAAAmM/l1aOeatNUX0/s320/DSC00640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392701486421288930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sta5bh3cp-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/7UTF8QoeTW0/s320/DSC00637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2306917546133294991?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2306917546133294991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2306917546133294991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-jalan-raya-with-miraboo-eefah.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sta5dxKN5LI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b2FM41uHam4/s72-c/DSC00648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7058531630644013258</id><published>2009-10-08T23:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:04:13.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything is in God&apos;s hands.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Ss4LdOQsoRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sKBOr6yaW6g/s1600-h/kfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390258400681304338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Ss4LdOQsoRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sKBOr6yaW6g/s320/kfc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat for Math Paper 2 in the morning. It was a really tough paper, no doubt. I'm trying my best not to exaggerate much here, but I suffered for two whole hours. I can't seem to do the paper, especially with my irritating high fever and headache. My head was spinning, and my legs were so weak that I can't even shake them properly. My throat felt so dry that it felt as if it was burning. Oh my, I never thought it would turn out this way. And what's worse is that this is actually my N levels, for real. I'm really dissappointed with myself. I wish I could turn back the time and do what I should be doing for the past few months, which is to study. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, whatever it is, ILoveHadyILoveHadyILoveHady~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for your advice, Mateen. It really helps me a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7058531630644013258?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7058531630644013258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7058531630644013258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sat-for-math-paper-2-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Ss4LdOQsoRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sKBOr6yaW6g/s72-c/kfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-566755171843627515</id><published>2009-09-24T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:49:55.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply ironic.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know if i should call you a hypocrite or someone who don't deserve love. &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/479128082481140574-566755171843627515?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/566755171843627515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/566755171843627515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-if-i-should-call-you.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6260261464987037856</id><published>2009-09-21T17:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:24:57.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I think it&apos;s best for me to back off. Seriously.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time flies really fast. Sometimes I wonder, Are we chasing time or is time chasing us? And today is actually the second day of Hari Raya, which unsuprisingly don't feel like a second day of Hari Raya. I went to Geylang on malam raya with Abang Is, Abang Ishaq, mum and kakak. We went there by Abang Ishaq's car. Woo~ And I saw Fauzie Laily. [menggeliat] Haha, undoubtedly, Geylang was super-crowded. Oh yeah, and there was a point where my mum wanted to buy some fake flowers, and there was a group of malay boys standing near to the stall. And then, my mum went like, "Dik, bunge ni satu batang brape harga eh?" So one of the boys stepped forward and said, "Cik, bunge nie free-of charge, cik." My mum was like, "Biar betol free, dik?" And then he replied, "Ehem, cik sebenarnye cik.. saye bukan penjualnye cik!" And went on laughing with his friends. -______- Well, whatever it is, I expected more on the first day of Raya. I'm not being ungrateful or whatsoever. I just think that, you know, there's no sense of togetherness on this year's Hari Raya. It feels so different compared to the past years of Hari Raya, during the times when I was little. I know it's a little too early for me to update the Hari Raya photos. It's because I don't think there's gonna be another day for us to take photo as a whole family this Hari Raya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, obviously in the midst of Hari Raya, I'll have to worry about my inevitable 'N' level exam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which is approaching in just a blink of an eye. I guess I'll just stop here. Well, I just wanna wish a Selamat Hari Raya to all muslims out there. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383853313992324802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SrdKEG9SdsI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_vAe_UFW1D0/s320/DSCF1549%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383853304689554018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SrdKDkTVcmI/AAAAAAAAAls/WRqn9d3Y5QM/s320/DSCF1548%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383853294103990194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SrdKC83ij7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/SDheUiU_TvY/s320/DSCF1547%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay Mamat, that's such a turn-off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6260261464987037856?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6260261464987037856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6260261464987037856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-flies-really-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SrdKEG9SdsI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_vAe_UFW1D0/s72-c/DSCF1549%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6260980180628067910</id><published>2009-09-01T17:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:38:02.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please don&apos;t leave me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prelim was horrendous.&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; didn't bring calculator for my Maths Paper 2.&lt;/span&gt; Haha, I'm aware that it's not a laughing matter, but I can't help but laugh at my sheer stupidity. Actually, I'm very much confident that I would get a single digit mark for Mathematics. I won't be suprised with that mark. Haha. Just a week more to 'N' level. Gosh, I didn't know it would be this fast though. Haha, yesterday went to terawih at Masjid Assyakirin with Dad, Mum and Mamat. Reached home at 11 plus. Eh, sorry eh guys. I can't make it today. I really am sorry. Sigh, The Final Destination 3-D please? Nothing much to update actually. Wanna take my Asar, so toodles i guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you could just take good care of yourself while overseas. I would be praying for your well-being alright. I don't wish to see you fall sick time and again. You make me worry all the time. You know that, don't you? And plus, I miss you. I really do. =)&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/479128082481140574-6260980180628067910?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6260980180628067910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6260980180628067910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/09/prelim-was-horrendous.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-533536638971442588</id><published>2009-08-22T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:14:55.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended tuition today. It was a two-hour session. Managed to cover the most fundamental parts of algebraic manipulation. Maybe to others, it's not a big deal. But to me, it was like a big achievement. It's really nice to hear people saying out words like 'excellent' or 'very good' each time you did a math question right. You know what I mean, don't you? Haha. The results of the MT 'O' levels examination was out on Wednesday. I didn't fail but was very much dissatisfied with my result. I only got B3. But after giving it much thought, I decided not to retake. Initially, I thought of retaking but, I was explained about the advantages and disadvantages of retaking the exam. Gosh. Maths, Chem and Bio paper is on Monday. I didn't do any revision today. I'll start doing it tomorrow. Hopefully. SS paper was manageable but somehow i think the duration of the paper, which is one and a half hour, is not sufficient. I need more time. I think everyone else does. Alright, I'm done here. I think I'll go and get some sleep. That stupid medicine makes me feel drowsy. So, goodnight everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eefah and Dee: Sakit kay mulut aku korang pukul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-533536638971442588?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/533536638971442588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/533536638971442588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-im-falling-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4243057493058123852</id><published>2009-08-05T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:42:44.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It takes two hands to clap.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't blog for quite some time. I had neither things nor time to update my blog. Gosh, I don't know why the left lower part of my body, around the kidney area, hurts a lot each time I lift up my left leg. I can barely walk quickly. Maybe, I sprained it or something. Was given Maths homework by Hsiao Ling, and still working on it. Damn. Will be having PE tomorrow. I hope rugby would be a good alternative compared to floorball. Kakak asked me out tomorrow. Said she wants to go to Arab Street. I hope I could make it. Will try my best not to let her down. Damn. Didn't know I would cry yesterday, but I did. Oh, it was a terrible sight, but what can I do. I had to find someone as my confidant. And thanks, TG. For crying with me as well. I appreciate it. I really do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd August 2009, 23:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it from you. In fact, It's one of the last things that I expect. I thought it would never happen, but it did. It was a big blow for me, and precisely, I find it hard to accept what you told me. My heart skipped a beat when I got that message of yours. I stared at it in disbelief, hoping that I was dreaming. I slapped my face, pinched my arm. Eventually, I wasn't. But I can hardly do anything. All I could do is just move on with my life. All I could do is just smile even when my heart is aching. But one thing's for sure, you're a truly good friend. There are no qualms about that. It is all because of my sheer stupidity to have high hopes on you. Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4243057493058123852?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4243057493058123852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4243057493058123852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/08/didnt-blog-for-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3059936116588455512</id><published>2009-07-18T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:51:32.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be practical will you?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SmGZTVfYfkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SpdL8XZZLH4/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359733589012938306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SmGZTVfYfkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SpdL8XZZLH4/s400/DSC00184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just got back from tuition. Freaking bored. Alone at home right now. There isn't much things to do at home, though. Blogging just came across my mind. Furthermore, I won't have time to blog other than today. So, I guess this is the only perfect time to do so. But what to blog? Oh yeah, do you know that I actually lost my wallet on Tuesday? I didn't realise it till I wanted to buy Petit Brunch at Uncle Lai's stall with Sheril. I inserted my hand in my pocket and can't feel my wallet inside. I could only feel my tissue paper and a few coins. Panic like wth. I was like asking everyone, "Nampak wallet aku? Nampak wallet aku tak?" I didn't know what to do at that moment. Moreover, my IC and ez-link was inside it. Siape tak panic? Eventually, Mum forced me to go to the office to make an enquiry on my lost wallet. I did just that on Thursday with dear Nafisah. And guess what? My wallet was there! Syukur alhamdulillah I got back my wallet. But, I'm still wondering who returned my wallet to the office. To the person who returned my wallet, thank you so so so much. Phew. I got plenty of assignments. Mathematics, English comprehension and essay plus Chemistry worksheet. I haven't started on any of them yet. I have to really catch up during Mdm Hafiani's Maths classes. There is no time to idle, Aseenah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359733390161317842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SmGZHwtdj9I/AAAAAAAAAlM/qSo4_vMzE6I/s320/choti+bahu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; think she has a divine beauty. In fact, she's one of the prettiest girl I've seen. Don't you think so?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3059936116588455512?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3059936116588455512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3059936116588455512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-got-back-from-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SmGZTVfYfkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SpdL8XZZLH4/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2203083679828729831</id><published>2009-07-11T18:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:37:41.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resentful.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the heck. I am just back from Mustafa Centre. It made me freaking lethargic. It's all because of my crave for Ladoo, I think. Haha, mum and I tried to hail a cab to Mustafa Centre but to no avail. Like fifteen to twenty minutes later did we manage to get a cab. Skali, the driver was a female seh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Mustafa Centre please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxi driver: What? Sutapa Centre? Where is that ar? I don't know ley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Mustafa Mustafa. Not Sutapa. (Irritated)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxi driver: I don't know. U teach me go there can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum and Me: Huh?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: I think we better get down ar. (Opening the door, alighting)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxi driver: Wah. Sorry ar sorry. Hahahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Not funny. (Alighting)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mak ai. That was the worst.. I don't know ar. Seriously don't know what to say. Fortunately, the next cabby we got knew the way to Mustafa Centre. Reached there, fuyoo. Packed like what seh. You know, those people at Mustafa Centre. Stress eh, shopped as if there's no tomorrow. Man, only God knows how tired I am. Penat lah! Haha. I can't stop singing Ahmed Bukathir's Last Breath. Despite getting goosebumps when singing it, it keeps playing in my mind over and over again. I guess some people just can't feel that song. That song really sends a chill down my spine each time I listen to it. Especially the part where it says, ' At last it comes to heaven or hell. Decide which now, do not delay.' Banyak dose agaknye. Took my 'N' level english oral examination ystd. I don't think I did well, though. I think I got to finish my assignments now despite having this headache, or is it heartache? Haha, I guess I'm done here. Oh yeah, ni Mateen eh, buat orang malu je ah. Alamak. Haha, toodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't mean to start the fight. In fact, I'm trying my very best not to disturb you. But, you think otherwise. You know, I can be really irritating at times. I hope you could understand this freaking situation of mine. I've been having the tendency to take a gloomy view of things lately. I'm really sorry for making u irritated. I shouldn't be doing this. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2203083679828729831?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2203083679828729831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2203083679828729831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3921654140838209680</id><published>2009-07-08T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:46:59.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goosebumps.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Last Breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From those around, I hear a cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A muffled sob, a hopeless cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hear their footsteps leaving slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I know my soul must fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A chilly wind begins to blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Within my soul, from head to toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then, last breath escapes my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's time to leave and I must go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it is true, but it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They said: "Each soul has its given date"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When it must leave its body's core,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And meet with its eternal fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh mark the words that I do say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who knows tomorrow could be your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At last, it comes to heaven or hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Decide which now do not delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on my brothers let us pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Decide which now do not delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on my brothers let us pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Decide which now do not delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh God, Oh God. I cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My eyes are blind am I still me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or has my soul been led astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And forced to pay a priceless fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alas to dust we all return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some shall rejoice while others burn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If only I knew that before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The line grew short and came my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, beneath the sod,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They lay me with my record flawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They cry, not knowing I cry worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For they go home, I face my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh mark the words that I do say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who knows tomorrow could be your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At last it comes to heaven or hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Decide which now do not delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on my brothers let us pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Decide which now do not delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on my brothers let us pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Decide which now do not delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ahmed Bukathir-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3921654140838209680?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3921654140838209680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3921654140838209680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-688257351800897370</id><published>2009-07-04T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:20:11.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get well soon. Please?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sk-BKuvt8HI/AAAAAAAAAks/Zg5kRdXhDrQ/s1600-h/staircase"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640503313657970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sk-BKuvt8HI/AAAAAAAAAks/Zg5kRdXhDrQ/s320/staircase" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey. Been busy lately. Can't even find the perfect time to blog. So, here we go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had self-study and Chemistry mock paper yesterday. Finished at around five thirty. Waited for the lift. Waited. And waited. And waited. Waited for so long like wth. Then out of the blue, a woman came and told me not to wait for the lift cause it was not in order. What the? Bag dah lah berat nak mampos. So, I had to take the stairs. Damn. Reached home around five forty-five p.m. Penat sak. So, I guess I won't be updating my blog so often during school days. Mainly because, I would reach home much later than I used to due to the remedial lessons and self-study. Tired semacam seh. Oh yeah, a new PE teacher for 4S4. No more Mr Tan. Our first PE lesson was, idk how to put it into words. Can't find the right vocab to describe it. But, okay it was 'fun'. I had to admit that I enjoyed myself. New maths teacher too. Kecoh seh class. Okay, stop it eh people, keep calling me ' Nazi'. It's not a nice thing to hear. Haha. I think I'm done here. Toodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-688257351800897370?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/688257351800897370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/688257351800897370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sk-BKuvt8HI/AAAAAAAAAks/Zg5kRdXhDrQ/s72-c/staircase' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5790715143921778968</id><published>2009-06-26T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:51:26.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest In Peace Michael Jackson.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, I'm bored. I really want to go out. But I guess I can't. Grounded, in other words. But, I didn't do much at home, either. I just eat, watch tv, sleep. Eat, watch tv, sleep. Sad to say, even after doing that for several days, I didn't gain any weight. =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing much to update. What more can talk about. These past few days, I just stay at home, wait for others to ask me out. But still, I think I can't go out lar. Moreover, school is re-opoening in two days time. God, I'm imagining how i would dread going to school. Need to wake up in the morning, after not doing it for a long period of time. Tak sanggup. Si Mateen nie eh, getting on my nerves tau. Hahaha, tak lah. Alright, I'm done.&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/479128082481140574-5790715143921778968?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5790715143921778968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5790715143921778968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-150936880130116796</id><published>2009-06-25T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:35:13.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That blue/pink shirt guy with a flowy hairdo.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SkNgb5EYatI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AvAGVK2LZc8/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351226814538214098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SkNgb5EYatI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AvAGVK2LZc8/s320/DSC00052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh, It's been long since I've updated. Way too long, yes? Till there's the 'blogger management' warning me to update. Wtv sia. well, I can't let my blog to rot just like that. So, update je larr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Genting Highlands from 19th of June till 21st of June. The night before we went to Genting, disaster happened. Like one plus in the morning, i think? After much shoutings and naggings and cryings, kakak told us she couldn't make it to Genting. She had to stay with abang. Wtf. Nonsense. So it was just dad, mum, mamat and I going to Genting? Seriously, I couldn't bring myself to enjoy like a madwoman at Genting while kakak, at abang's house. Merepek kan? But still, there was Mamat who's always trying to do stupid things. Haha, okay lar i managed to enjoy myself at Genting. The outdoor theme park was great indeed. Bought plenty of stuff. Blahblahblah. Can't get the photos by today. They're in HIS camera. Perhaps tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? I don't know. A lot of things happened while I was at Genting. The most unexpected things happen when i least expected them. Wow, incredible indeed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you expect me to respect you when you yourself don't even have the initiative to respect me? C'mon lar. I'm not a kid anymore. I can THINK, for goodness sake. Each time I feel like relinquishing, I think about THEM. Not you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like shaking hands with you, seriously. You are a really good, thoughtful friend. You really do think about others. I want to take back those foul words that I've said about you. I wish i could. I guess I was just being paranoid. Darn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So lucky to have you as a friend. Thank you, Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-150936880130116796?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/150936880130116796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/150936880130116796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/06/gosh-its-been-long-since-ive-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SkNgb5EYatI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AvAGVK2LZc8/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7962658034414239657</id><published>2009-06-10T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:57:10.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teka-teki.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh God, I cant stand this boredom anymore. I am stucked at home for only two days, and I am already feeling terrible. Alright, going to JB tomorrow. Yeah, I'll be out like finally. Thank God. Nothing much to update. In fact, it's just laziness. Wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345696164548345378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Si-6VsUSfiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PfuxsHBdJzU/s200/DSC00017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sorry, Mummy. I just can't live up to your expectations. What kind of daughter am i? I can't even do a simple thing. I just need to talk things out with my siblings, and i can't do that? I am sorry, Mummy. I have not been a good daughter. I talk back at you, i disagree with you. I can't manage to get along with you. I'm so sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7962658034414239657?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7962658034414239657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7962658034414239657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-god-i-cant-stand-this-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Si-6VsUSfiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PfuxsHBdJzU/s72-c/DSC00017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7624724030759742323</id><published>2009-06-06T22:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:13:38.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayang Sayang. Aduh Sayang. =)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry for not blogging for quite some time aye. Time doesnt really permits. As a matter of fact, I've been really busy lately. Oh yeah, I'm down with flu these past few days. This flu is really bugging me. It won't be that irritating if my sneeze is a normal sneeze. Well, mine's a really different one. hahaha. Went to Abid Mirza's birthday party last Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;had Mee Soto and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;satay there. hmm.. delicious. hahaha. miss them lah. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344251741020301410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiqYpLXHKGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rwq3R-ApUfk/s200/DSC00119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344251250242611682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiqYMnEl6eI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9P-70LhMnlI/s200/DSC00122+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344251244694706978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiqYMSZ3myI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NJy5UXrfaVc/s200/DSC00120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to IMM with mummy. Bought some stuff for our holiday next week. Then headed to Cotton On. Bought a pair of pants there, sweater, a pair of shoes and some shirts. So-called shopping lah. Tapi murah-murah semue nyer! hahaha, reached home, and then kakak called, asked me to accompany her to Jurong Point. She said she wanted to treat me to Swensen's. I certainly couldn't resist. I'm SO going to Swensen's. So, met Kakak at Jurong Point. Followed her on a so-called shopping spree. She got her pay on the first of June. So ape lagi, Joli katak ah! hahaha. Oh yeah, when i was in one of the shops at Jurong Point, I sneezed really loud, due to my inevitable flu. And you know what, the salesgirl there actually jeling-ed at me, as if I was infected by the H1N1 flu. What the? Wtv, so after she's done with her shopping, off we went to Swensen's. Ordered Chicken Baked Rice and Strawberry Stripes. Jyeaah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344250461805160802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiqXet6dKWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QlTgJkYlORI/s200/05062009177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344250458511973074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiqXehpTGtI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gQQDl3f2hCc/s200/05062009176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344250457386942930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiqXeddEgdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/G-sfjnNlorg/s200/05062009172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I just hope you could really take good care of yourself, seriously. You're making me worry. I can't bear to lose you, again. I care for you, I really do. Enough of this talking about standard alright. I don't even care about it. Not even a bit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7624724030759742323?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7624724030759742323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7624724030759742323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-for-not-blogging-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiqYpLXHKGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rwq3R-ApUfk/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3929025749169335063</id><published>2009-06-02T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:06:47.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh God. I&apos;m a Traitor.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiUxgflap9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/ci-LDgvC0tg/s1600-h/Photo336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730967248971730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiUxgflap9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/ci-LDgvC0tg/s320/Photo336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiUxQq4POxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xa-14r3iLu4/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3929025749169335063?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3929025749169335063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3929025749169335063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SiUxgflap9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/ci-LDgvC0tg/s72-c/Photo336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2140955106860995872</id><published>2009-05-29T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:33:44.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unlucky.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woo, It's holiday time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just happy that my mock exams are over. My f&amp;amp;n coursework is finally done. I am already done printing. At school, 4s4 headed to the kitchen to meet Mdm V. She will be leaving Pioneer Sec and will be teaching at Commonwealth Sec. We gave her our individual photos with our well wishes written behind each of our photos,  put in a photo album. We're going to miss you, Mdm V. lol, Looked at the art students doing their pieces just now, and then went home with nafisah and halima. Kecoh lah seyy. Wished second brother happy birthday through message. Didn't get any reply. =(   Going to have mt 'O' level exam next monday and also parents meeting. Oh man, I dont wish to take back my result slip. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah wtv. done here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2140955106860995872?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2140955106860995872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2140955106860995872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/05/woo-its-holiday-time.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2994821418017933687</id><published>2009-05-25T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:23:08.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helplessness.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Shpyvq6pVUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7Wa2uWPpF_A/s1600-h/Photo370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339706471500830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Shpyvq6pVUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7Wa2uWPpF_A/s320/Photo370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday went out to town. had plenty of fun, but tired at the same time. Abdul Kasmani called me when I was in train.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kas: Eh hello, sen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kas: Macam mane lagu yg Vicky nyanyi, maen guitar tu hah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Huh?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kas: Yg Mujhse Dosti Karoge tu lah. Aku terlupe. Nyanyi kan sikit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then like a pathetic fool, I started singing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Savalisi ek ladki. Dhadkan jaise dil ki.. Dekhe jis -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then that fellow hung up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Apasal ngn dini? [asking TG]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TG: mane aku tau?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kas called me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kas: Sen, mcm mane lagu Mann ah? Yg Aamir Khan joget dgn Rani tu? Nyanyi kan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hotak kau. tk kn kau lupe due lagu dlm satu hari? Asl ngn kau?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I hung up. Sicko, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And guess what, just now, at school Kas told me that yesterday was just some sort of prank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pikir kelakar pe. haha, today's weather was unsuprisingly humid. Everybody said so. I guess it's just what Allah had given us. Oh yeah, btw, Mum just bought me a fish tank.There are five parrot fishes and one guppy. Alright let me ask you a question here. Is it possible for Five big fishes to be afraid of One small fish? So far, nobody had given a proper answer. whatever, 29 May is approaching. Oh man. I just wish i could go to his house and wish him a Happy Birthday. But I'm helpless. I'm done, toodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2994821418017933687?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2994821418017933687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2994821418017933687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-went-out-to-town.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Shpyvq6pVUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7Wa2uWPpF_A/s72-c/Photo370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3411918418010628745</id><published>2009-05-21T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:27:20.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ironic.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ShVii1FuJwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/b-Z4HGoNOOM/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ShViisBHFdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ig73fUPmQOc/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338253466712748930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ShVJPqRpM4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/5wEoK-V-Mnc/s200/kris+baby..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Your American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, I still can't believe it. Kris Allen actually won. OmgOmgOmg. Congratulations, Kris. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I've been having my Mother Tongue mock exams recently. The papers are not too hard and not too easy. Haha. My results are deteriorating. I'm just.. speechless. I failed more than two subjects. That include Mathematics, like duhh. Well, I can't blame it fully on the paper. It's because &lt;em&gt;I just can't do it&lt;/em&gt;. I can't even get 20 marks. Pathetic much. but whatever it is, like what Tok Yem said, "Forget this paper, and look forward." It did make me feel better after hearing those words. Things at home are deteriorating. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to see anymore tears, oh please. Insya allah, things would be fine before Hari Raya. Futhermore, I'm really tempted to see Danish Hakim and the rest of my nephews and nieces. But come to think of it, I realised that when I'm in a really bad situation, there are other people who are facing much bigger problems compared to mine. I just have to cherish whatever I have now. Well, I'm definitely looking forward to my mother tongue 'o' level exam on the first of June. Tmrw, I'm going to finish up my f&amp;amp;n coursework by all means, printing day dok. but I'm not even sure if there will be mt RP tomorrow. I want to go to my f&amp;amp;n lesson tmrw badly. no mt RP please. lol, I'm done. Toodles. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3411918418010628745?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3411918418010628745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3411918418010628745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ShVJPqRpM4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/5wEoK-V-Mnc/s72-c/kris+baby..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7794382561596232999</id><published>2009-05-14T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:51:28.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futile.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SgvNYgExowI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lok7KOMjCJY/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335584004361003778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SgvNYgExowI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lok7KOMjCJY/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;     I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; miss you guys. =( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7794382561596232999?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7794382561596232999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7794382561596232999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SgvNYgExowI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lok7KOMjCJY/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7497573133700486919</id><published>2009-05-08T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:13:55.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I enjoy your ignorance.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had my Maths and History paper today. Maths paper? jgn tanye. I did not know a single thing. Seriously, it was hard. I left a lot of blanks even though I had enough time to finish the 18-paged paper. That particular paper is over 80, for goodness sake. The last question was about drawing a I-dont-know-what parallelogram diagram. Wtv shit ah. A compass or potractor is required in order to draw that diagram. Unsuprisingly, I did not bring the mathematical set so I can't possibly do that question. U know what i did? I just drew a pathetic rectangle with the help of my beautiful ruler, without any numbers on it. I didn't write any answers. In fact, I didn't have any. But at least I didn't leave a blank right? No doubt, I would be getting a single-digit mark. History.. bleh tahan ah. Not as hard as the Maths paper though. Still do-able. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things at home are not very favourable. As usual, I'm being the middle person. Stucked in between, can't take sides. People are ignoring each other. Seriously, I wouldn't want to be involved in these kind of things, but i have to. It's my Family anyway. One side is asking me to do this, another side is asking me to do that. I'm not a puppet, mind you all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asen: I don't want to be involved, alright. I don't want to be stucked in the middle, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: You have to, it's your responsibility as a sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the? okay fine, I am the last one in the family. So? I'm not a mediator. It won't get better even if i were to do something about it. I can only hope that things would get better. Why are you all so determined not to get along with each other? Well, indeed, Blood is thicker than water. Wtv aseenah. Just get over it. Concentrate on your examinations. Alright alright? alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm done. toodles.&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/479128082481140574-7497573133700486919?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7497573133700486919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7497573133700486919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-my-maths-and-history-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-1184919182456853182</id><published>2009-05-05T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:18:24.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history is repeating itself.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No news from you since last Thursday. What is this?!&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/479128082481140574-1184919182456853182?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1184919182456853182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/1184919182456853182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-news-from-you-since-last-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-609783824990861070</id><published>2009-04-30T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:20:48.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why this misplacement?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SfnA2B2IHoI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ju0v6kYnNlo/s1600-h/three+musketeers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330503668410621570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SfnA2B2IHoI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ju0v6kYnNlo/s320/three+musketeers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sports Day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ahhhhhhh, I love this year's Sports Day. 4S4 got first in the 8 by 100m mixed relay!! yeah! hahahaha. okay, for the first time, I didn't participate in Sports Day, except for the heats lah and i have no idea why I'm feeling lethargic now even though I didn't run for any event just now. wtv! who cares! btw, our cca got &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for SYF. okay thank god. at least it's something, better than nothing. When I came to the stadium, right after SYF, my hair were full of glitters due to the hair-do for SYF. rabak kay. Lol. Tmrw, maybe going out, maybe not. Idk. oh yeah, not to forget, I'm already on good terms with that particular person. I'm really glad that we are back to as per normal, but I have to admit that things are getting weirder now and I have the faintest idea of what actually is going missing. Plus, I have to stop writing words on my eraser, seriously. oh and yeah. My ez-link went missing. like all of a sudden, poof. seriously, it makes it harder for me to travel around by public transports without ez-link. mann.. I must have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;misplaced &lt;/span&gt;it somewhere. oh yeah, I already watched Wolverine and it was so damn good. seriously, Hugh Jackman is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;superr-hot&lt;/span&gt; in that movie, I can't take it. Okay, shut up Aseenah. Guess what? my mind is going empty soon, I won't be able to write much. I'm done here, I guess. Gd nite, people. Toodles. =)&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/479128082481140574-609783824990861070?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/609783824990861070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/609783824990861070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SfnA2B2IHoI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ju0v6kYnNlo/s72-c/three+musketeers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6891133989605829332</id><published>2009-04-28T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:03:59.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Almighty.'/><title type='text'>Disaster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuhoo. okay like finally I'm done with my F&amp;amp;N practical cookery on last Thursday. but it wasn't enjoyable at all. One of my dishes was Mango Rice. So obviously if it is a Mango Rice, it should have some mango slices, right? But in my case, there wasn't any! it was terrible. I could not find the mango while i was collecting the ingredients and I just left it as it is. Bodoh kan Aseenah? Where was my initiative to even ask Mdm V for the mango? Selenge! I bet i got the lowest marks. okay, for goodness sake, it's N level! Whatever, no point crying over spilt milk. So yeah, and i was there feeling like an idiot, got a scolding from Mdm V, obviously. So after getting scolded and tired, I decided to take the bus. There, inside, i saw the person whom i thought i would never see. No smile, no converstion, no eye contact. I couldn't bring myself to look at that person, not even once, i don't know why. Supposedly, i would alight  at the bus stop after gek poh, but i don't know what was wrong with me on that day that i alighted at boon lay interchange. Selenge sey Asen! whatever lah. Nothing much i could do, but thanks to those who give me alternatives on how to win back that person's heart. much appreciated, guys. This Thursday, we will be having Sports Day. Yay! and not to forget, SYF too. Seram.. hope we could at least get a Silver, or even better a Gold. Oh please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abt whatever things which are going on right now, I guess I don't have the right to judge or take sides. All i can say is God is watching whatever that we are all doing and only He knows what is right and what is wrong. We are just human beings and I feel that only God knows the best. But still, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Good things take time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6891133989605829332?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6891133989605829332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6891133989605829332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/04/disaster.html' title='Disaster.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2695313333042121437</id><published>2009-04-19T19:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:36:33.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explanation is all I need.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's been long since I've updated. There was nothing much to update actually, unlike today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is dedicated to that particular person. I admit that I'm partly at fault but till when is this going to end? It's partly your fault too. I sent you that stupid message out of anger, not hatred. I swear I didn't see you on that day, why would I lie to you anyway? I gave you my reasons, and yet you said I'm giving you excuses. I know you're mad at me, and I'm sorry. I really am. Never did I thought it would turn out this way. It's either because you choose not to reply me or because you misplaced your phone, again. I'm not being a despo or something, begging you to msg me. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just want to let you know how much you mean to me&lt;/span&gt; (this is exactly what you msg me when I didn't reply you that day). Obviously, my days are empty without your messages. It has been the 9th day since you last msg me. There must be a reason somewhere. You left a question mark on me, instead of an expalanation . Fine, I realised who I am to you and where I stand. But.. I just feel that it's right for me to know why you just wouldn't reply. Crying won't do any good, though. It won't bring you back. I want your old self back, the only thing that I ask of you. I want to clear my doubts, but if you had already come to a decision not to msg me, then there's nothing much that i could do about it. I know you had already told a friend of mine that you are a bit disappointed but would still get on with your life. Sorry, I'm still not satisfied. I want to hear it from yourself. I hope you really take into account of everything I write here, seriously. That, only if you want to even view my blog. Hope God really answer my prayers. Insya Allah. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-2695313333042121437?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2695313333042121437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2695313333042121437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-long-since-ive-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3505345584805805371</id><published>2009-04-07T21:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:08:21.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why this misplacement?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SdtrjHr9GeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0MzwArXNy1o/s1600-h/DSCF6597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965635771374050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SdtrjHr9GeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0MzwArXNy1o/s320/DSCF6597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuhoo readers! sorry for not updating my blog for a very very very long time. Been busy during the past few days. kept having remedial lessons and cca. busy like a buzzing bee. hahaha, wtv. During the weekends, i attended a wedding, and it was fun! I sort of rewang-ed and I enjoyed myself to the max.Whooooooi, &lt;em&gt;Org laen yg kahwin, aku pulak yg happy&lt;/em&gt;. On last, last saturday, I went to a dinner at my sister's workplace. Took quite a number of pictures too. As for my studies, I'm still lacking behind, especially f&amp;amp;n. My other classmates are done with decision making while I'm still starting on it. Wth, lambat nk mampos. Sports Day is coming up. I will be participating but already feeling nervous even though Sports Day is like three weeks away from now. Semangat mesti ade! Alright alright. I think that's all for today. Will upload the other remaining pictures sooner or later.Hahaha aites! I'm done. reader. Toodles. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3505345584805805371?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3505345584805805371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3505345584805805371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/04/wuhooo-readers-sorry-for-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SdtrjHr9GeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0MzwArXNy1o/s72-c/DSCF6597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3398178656271287144</id><published>2009-03-22T22:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:18:34.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I never wanna see you cry.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuhoo, yesterday was great. Went out with my mummy and sis. We went to Far East Plaza because mummy wanted to make plans for this June holiday at the All Star Travel agency. Lol. So mum and I met kakak at Orchard. We waited for her at the control station when mummy suddenly complained that it was getting humid down there. I was like, humid? It was damn cold, and when i told her that, she insisted that we went upstairs and wait for kakak. I was like, okay okay. Kakak reached there at about 4.45. And then we proceeded to Far East. We searched for All Star Travel agency. We really thought it was opened but it was closed. Kakak forgot that it was Saturday. Haha, we walked around Far East, window-shopped and then went to JP. After that went home. Immediately after &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we reached home, mummy tried on the clothes she just bought at Far East while kakak and I was busy taking photo inside our room. hahaha. Btw, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to Abdul Kasmani Bin Baini! will be starting school tomorrow. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm done. Toodles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316031411720803490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ScZWZ0Zv1KI/AAAAAAAAAec/RIw8XoeUj8U/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316030440263493986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ScZVhRcRqWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_GvlO9CCN_4/s320/DSC00098+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316030437217216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ScZVhGF_KEI/AAAAAAAAAds/q3GyJcuy-cU/s320/DSC00096+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3398178656271287144?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3398178656271287144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3398178656271287144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/03/wuhoo-yesterday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/ScZWZ0Zv1KI/AAAAAAAAAec/RIw8XoeUj8U/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5552819798851748702</id><published>2009-03-18T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:55:31.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I think i&apos;m ready. Shall we?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, I've not been updating my blog for these past few days. No wonder my blog is getting rusty. okay, crap crap crap. This whole week of holiday doesn't seems like a holiday. yeah because for nearly the whole week, i have cca and f&amp;amp;n remedial. wtf, i don't even have time to go out and spend time with my gfs. =( Haven't even started on my homework. Tomorrow lah tomorrow lah. Haha. As for f&amp;amp;n, I've finished part of my research, 2 or 3 more pages to go. Slow sey.  well, nothing much to update actually. The reason i updated is because of eefah, who asked me to update. Dah puas, Eefah tipah? Haha. okay done. toodles. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should i or should i not? Hmmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5552819798851748702?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5552819798851748702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5552819798851748702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-ive-not-been-updating-my-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6982980070576092822</id><published>2009-03-08T14:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:15:54.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why so sudden?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sb4YpR5zbKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pgvnLOaOn2c/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He laughs, he winks, he smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if it's for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Three toblerones for his birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope i made his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple hair, simple clothes, simple style,&lt;br /&gt;But still he looks the best.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i yearn for his smile,&lt;br /&gt;As if i was put to a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one I've been looking for,&lt;br /&gt;Never could i ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he played the guitar,&lt;br /&gt;I see him as a shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh March two thousand and nine,&lt;br /&gt;I was in clouds nine.&lt;br /&gt;He is one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;And a hard one to find.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6982980070576092822?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6982980070576092822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6982980070576092822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-laughs-he-winks-he-smiles-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3602735148466552335</id><published>2009-03-05T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:52:41.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearning for your smile.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sa-u64OKgwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fSi6WZskOQ0/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309654812240544514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sa-u64OKgwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fSi6WZskOQ0/s200/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey people. didn't blog. was busy doing my f&amp;amp;n coursework. anyways, i just finished reading &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Pianist&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, i didn't expect it to be compelling and totally vivid and anguished. I want to read it through one more time but i have to return it back by this Saturday. Oh mann. The story is basically about a young Jewish pianist, Wladyslaw Szpilman, who survived the war during the Nazism period in Germany. His family didn't survive the war and was either brought to concentration camps or gassed to death. He was forced to go into hiding in Warsaw by himself and suffered from shortage of food and drink. Eventually, a German officer, Wilm Hosenfeld, who instead of bringing him to the Nazis, saved him and provided him with food and clothes. And, he survived. But, the story had a sad ending, the German officer was apparently caned and died. I totally salute the German officer because he not only saved Wladyslaw, but also other Jews. Okay. And now i'm starting on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Slumdog Millionaire".&lt;/span&gt; I went to purchase it with my sis. Alright, I really have to buck up on my Chemistry and Biology. It's getting worse and i never feel good whenever i got back my test papers. anyway, i'm happy that i'm able to see tt someone on every History/SS and Maths lesson. alright, i'm done here. Toodles. =D&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/479128082481140574-3602735148466552335?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3602735148466552335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3602735148466552335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Sa-u64OKgwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fSi6WZskOQ0/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7405596827687228149</id><published>2009-02-26T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:56:24.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new fringe -.-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Saturday, spent my afternoon with Eefah. Skipped BP mentoring. As usual, we did stupid things. Laugh like hell. We planned to go out but, finally came to a decision, which is studied at kentuckyfriedchicken at JP. Went to library at first, but couldn't find a vacant seat so we proceeded to KFC. jyeahh! we took a couple of pictures there, okay not really couple but plenty of them. Started a new topic for Biology on Sexual Reproduction in Humans. Haha, everyone gets excited when it's a Bio period. Well, who doesn't. Lol. Malay class has made some progress as well. haha, getting more interesting day by day. i will be having an SS test tmrw. shit lah. a lot of points to memorise, not sure if i could make it. Anyway, i did a maths test a few days back and i did everything wrongly. Wth. yeah, i mean i didn't even get a single thing correct for my first question. And it's over 20 marks. Horrible. Lately, i've been drawing nonsensical things during cca on my score sheets. One of them is this. Lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307119335771494402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Saas6uVEWAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/H185QVbji_k/s200/DSC00005+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Btw, i'll be having CIP this Saturday, won't be free on both this week's and next week's Saturdays. Oh yeah, talking about Saturday, I miss going out with my family,miss the old days. Okay, i'm done here. Check out my pictures taken with eefahbby. toodles. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307118351518418706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SaasBbs2RxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VAqvx4vCeMs/s200/DSC01659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307118346893262770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SaasBKeH_7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/AhSMC0OcaS8/s200/DSC01667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307118332297008690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SaasAUGG1jI/AAAAAAAAAcw/CJPnnyzrzJM/s200/DSC01655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307118317046072210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Saar_bSAA5I/AAAAAAAAAco/ze3SLZHkmIo/s200/DSC01653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116689792440418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SaaqgtSgGGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/oi_cBCShvqM/s200/DSC01646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116687922783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SaaqgmUvZMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5aZiwX2GT4I/s200/DSC01644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116682619527202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SaaqgSkWICI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3DvY7gSDgxg/s200/DSC01633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116682653976930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SaaqgSsjyWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dcU3ph-hrWE/s200/DSC01615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7405596827687228149?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7405596827687228149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7405596827687228149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-saturday-spent-my-afternoon-with.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/Saas6uVEWAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/H185QVbji_k/s72-c/DSC00005+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-2716601714583766567</id><published>2009-02-19T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:28:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just learnt one thing. Just one thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys do not like girls with screechy, and loud piercing voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;How did i know this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tok Yem: Lelaki tidak suka pada perempuan yang bersuara lantang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: (turning to Nafisah) means die referring to aku? Macam mane?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shit.&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/479128082481140574-2716601714583766567?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2716601714583766567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/2716601714583766567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-learnt-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3078373247174697503</id><published>2009-02-14T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:46:02.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sicked.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day people! Lol. Today's outing with Miraboo was awesome. Though it's been a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;tiring day, we still enjoyed ourselves. Let me start off first with BP mentoring. Only Fee and I were present just now. We had learnt Probability for Mathematics even though our teacher haven't started on that topic yet. While waiting for 243 with Fee at the bus stop, i received a msg from miraboo which sounded like,"Eh aku lagi 5 mins klua rumah. Kau lagi 5 mins klua ok?" Wth. I haven't even reached home. Lol, mira mira.. Went home, quickly changed. Met miraboo. And proceeded to Bugis. had yong tau fu for lunch at raffles hospitals. Both of us suffered because both of us have ulcers. Arghhhh. and went to check out the movies, but not much choices there. So, what else? Arab St ah, which happens to be one of my favourite places. we were strolling there, and our legs starts aching. Eventually, we spent most of our time at Coffee Bean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh and yeah. It's like everywhere we go, there were flowers. We were both sick of that sight. When we see them, I was like, "Awwwwwww.."and Mira," Haiz..." so yeah. after tt head home, stopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;by at the library. And i borrowed two books, P.S He's Mine and The Pianist. and then went home. tiring but fun day though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hmm, alright. Check out the pictures ya. toodles. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302646859748332786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbJOWyj1PI/AAAAAAAAAbY/D8kkMlI_aCw/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302646861246380770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbJOcXuOuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8uahc5vVxY0/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302646858065083186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbJOQhPezI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L8aXiBudeF0/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645463616113170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbH9FysyhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/D6z_bbH2msc/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302644945570657154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbHe77Cc4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/BLoyf5hNx2w/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302644942329711826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbHev2VjNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/KPP28gE1IFs/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643095684135874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbFzQjuO8I/AAAAAAAAAao/ZymUIf7bngc/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643096306372978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbFzS4E0XI/AAAAAAAAAag/7tF-BHozIWw/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643092564960946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbFzE8DZrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dHUcJ3uOXXs/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643093256061730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbFzHg0wyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DVsUF2IWC4c/s320/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643093706645890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbFzJMQIYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HkjTS1qgPTY/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302641390442327666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbEQACZLnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/y4TjXfnDbRQ/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302641392944902210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbEQJXDcEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8GEWdbc-RLQ/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640750601721282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbDqwcgVcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ysignfduVy4/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640754510443874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbDq_AatWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Yzo0fUMsV8s/s320/DSC00170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640746625029906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbDqhoY1xI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fafKrkkg89I/s320/DSC00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640746853746834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbDqie6yJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jkyBFVVll_4/s320/DSC00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640748853056258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbDqp7l0wI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CcjCR-7dH6Q/s320/DSC00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3078373247174697503?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3078373247174697503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3078373247174697503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SZbJOWyj1PI/AAAAAAAAAbY/D8kkMlI_aCw/s72-c/DSC00115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3338021425855224931</id><published>2009-02-07T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:21:16.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for your next step.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After having BP mentoring, went out with Family to the Singapore Flyer. Lol, semangat kan? Okay lah, it was fun. Did a lot of laughing there. Hahaha, after being in there for approximately 30 minutes, went to eat at Popeye's. Hahaha, unfinished food, ape lagi, 'tapao' uh. Lol. oh yeah anyway, my sis wil be going to Bali and she has to be at the airport by 3 am this morning. My mum and I  will be sending her to the airport. Oh man, gonna miss her.  And i will be sleeping alone for four whole days. But never mind. I'll make sure she buys for me something. Okay whatever. And tomorrow, i'll be going to a wedding of my mom's cousin's daughter at Lagun Sari. Alah, don't know what to wear. Anyway, i really need money right now. I'm sick of using my parents' money. I need some cash of my own. Whatever, here are some of the pictures i took just now. More to be uploaded soon. Okay. Nothing much to talk about right here, right now. Toodles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300047188179988114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SY2M1jhGrpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4R_LZnFwvds/s200/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046587142628402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SY2MSkeoZDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bOb0W6cfCh8/s200/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046589463937538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SY2MStIEwgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/d35XQumNy38/s200/flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046584624034962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SY2MSbGJtJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_Pg8d_6_q0Q/s200/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046583402571138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SY2MSWi7pYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4cf5Dd8HKMg/s200/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046578365885922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SY2MSDyF7eI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tlIKWTbYsnA/s200/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3338021425855224931?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3338021425855224931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3338021425855224931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-having-bp-mentoring-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SY2M1jhGrpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4R_LZnFwvds/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-3568900551937663228</id><published>2009-01-30T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:06:47.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your smile is my everything.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SYLPygdEo8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/HK3Ox5-UTLM/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297024578353406914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SYLPygdEo8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/HK3Ox5-UTLM/s200/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just one word: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went home early todayy. Nothing exciting happened in school, except tt we had to run 5 rounds for physical education. Right after i finished running, my legs were starting to wobble.Anyway, supposedly on Tue, my family were at ECP for a family picnic, but it didn't happen.yeah, due to an unexpected incident, we had to cancel the whole picn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ic family outing. And on Sat, i was supposed to go out with my mum to catch a movie, right? It was also cancelled. Why? Because my cousins came. Eventually, we made it on Wed. And that too, i had to rush home from school. I reached home at approximately 2:15 and guess what time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the show starts? 2:50 man! I quickly had my lunch, wet my hair, and got changed. It was a total mess. And the show is at Yishun. For goodness sake, Yishun!We took a cab to Yishun and otw there, my instinct told me to double check the time the show starts. Apparently, it was 5.50. I was like, GOSH.I mean, we could have taken the train instead of wasting money on the stupid cab. Okay lah, i admit it was all because of my sheer stupidity. We spent 2 hours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walking around the shopping mall and all. Haha. and we went to LJS to have our lunch there. And finally the show starts. Pheww, yeah. Chandni Chowk To China was really fun, but there was this sad part which almost made me cry. Movie ends, then went home. A few minutes after reaching home, the worst happened. Obviously i won't type it out here, or else you'll get sick of my blog. Haha, i will be having &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BP mentoring tmrw morning. Sheril, Fee and I planned to have breakfast at Mcdonald's first and then we'll head to school.Okayyy, till here. Toodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-3568900551937663228?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3568900551937663228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/3568900551937663228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-one-word-tired_30.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SYLPygdEo8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/HK3Ox5-UTLM/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7501114857541310456</id><published>2009-01-23T18:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:03:45.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The reason i change is...'/><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SXmxPwCDGzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QygeGvjnQjg/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294457721100376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SXmxPwCDGzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QygeGvjnQjg/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there, its been a long time since i've updated my blog. I've been feeling extremely tired these past few days and couldn't find the perfect time to update my blog.My bag's been very heavy and there are always Bio and F&amp;amp;N textbook found in there.I would dread going to school because of the fact tt i need to carry my heavy schoolbag, and my shoulders would ache. There are tons of homework given(which i hated the most), and i'm trying hard to catch up with others in Maths class. I hope i could do my best so tt i won't produce work which are just mediocre. Well, just now, when i was about to take the lift up, there was this Bangla and i think he was also about to take the lift up. And i was left with no choice, but to went up the stairs, well unless i want to end up being in the lift with only tt Bangla. Scary. Luckily, my house was on the fifth floor. If it goes up any higher, i think i would be sleeping in bed right now. Tried to do homework just now, but can't put in enough concentration. Well, nvm anyway cause i will be having 4 days of holiday, thanks to CNY. At least tt would give me a break and some time to finish up my assignments. I've got plans with my Mum tomorrow. She badly wanna go out. According to her, she want to go catch a movie called Chandhni Chowk To China. And maybe on either Tue or Wed, i will be having picnic with my whole family at ECP. Semangat kan? Anyway, my Sis will be going to Bali with her colleagues in mid February.Gerek sey. Oh, and yeah just now when i was munching on some snacks, i heard a loud noise coming from Mamat's room.When i went to check out, i saw Mamat running on the treadmill! Yek eleh. I thought what. And suddenly, he turned to me and said,"Sape suroh mak letak kat sini? Kan aku dah kerje kan ni bende!" What the hell? Hahaha, and i burst out laughing, alright actually it wasn't really funny. I laughed just to make him happy. Wtv. Well, i'm sure by concentrating in class and putting in more effort, it'll be worthwhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want to be my own usual self but i think this is the best way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7501114857541310456?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7501114857541310456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7501114857541310456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/01/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SXmxPwCDGzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QygeGvjnQjg/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-7132380677793729271</id><published>2009-01-11T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:51:47.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh Johnbby.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290667266140030146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWw52O8QRMI/AAAAAAAAATo/xgz5HR63NeQ/s400/john+ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWw5gJt2fGI/AAAAAAAAATg/qehrUpIDMHs/s1600-h/johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290666732555692866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWw5XLL1a0I/AAAAAAAAATY/FqO6WEMw6Kk/s400/oh+johnny+john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heylo people, just now went to mustafa centre. I bought some dvds there. It was my mom alright, who kept pestering me in buying those dvds bcos she wanted to watch them badly, but in the end, i was the one watching it while she slept on the couch . haha, i bought three dvds. One of them was dostana, it was fun! and it featured my fav actor in it, John Abraham.*caer*Okay whatever, it's basically about two guys and they badly need a place to live in. So, they went to see an apartment, but unfortunately no guys were allowed to live in tt apartment cause the person who lived there is a girl and she doesn't want to live with guys. So they planned to be GAYS in order to live there so tt the girl won't feel different. Okay wtf. And soon, the three of them became best friends. Awwww, and somehow the two guys fell for tt girl. But at the same time, tt girl's in love with her boss. Kwang3. Gedebak Gedebuk, she found out tt the two guys love her. And they thought tt she has ald accepted her boss's proposal but actually no. So yeah, whatever i cant believe i spent my time typing these craps in my blog. Haha, tmrw another school day. Hmm, okay i'm done here. bye people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-7132380677793729271?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7132380677793729271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/7132380677793729271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/01/heylo-people-just-now-went-to-mustafa.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWw52O8QRMI/AAAAAAAAATo/xgz5HR63NeQ/s72-c/john+ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5867750083945085628</id><published>2009-01-03T16:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:31:02.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry Dino.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288094983879719698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWMWXsys-xI/AAAAAAAAASg/smNcjgF9dn4/s200/Coolest+kiddo.+Wth..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Coolest kiddo. Wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288091293908282818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWMTA6k9LcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kAzlBD8rw0k/s200/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWMSemHZ8iI/AAAAAAAAASA/G3fTwcUt_qI/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288090704300077602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWMSemHZ8iI/AAAAAAAAASA/G3fTwcUt_qI/s200/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh he's so damn cute. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288090281130918082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWMSF9sBAMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aYJWbNAudq0/s200/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey people. Alright im bored right now. just now went to get my merit bursary at Gek Poh Ville CC. Sumpah ramai orang. The hall was packed with both students and parents. Pissed off, seriously. And i happened to be the last one in the row to get the cheque. My patience is already at my throat. Arshad was also there. Hmm. Right now, im just worried about one thing. That is about the Little Nyonya chinese drama i've been watching every week. I hope in the end Chen Xi would be with Yueniang. The last thing i knew, Chen Xi said he wanted to be with Yueniang and would divorce tt stupid Zhenzhu. But Yueniang told him not to do something foolish and said tt she wont be with him. And she walked away.. =( I really want them to be together. Okay whatever. Ytd was first day of school but it didnt turn out like a first day. I felt like it was just a normal school day. Hmm, i was searching for tt someone the whole day but didnt found him. I wonder where his class is located at. LOL. and im happy tt i've finished my F&amp;amp;N holiday assignment. Like finally. Haha. Still havent bought some books. Out of stock sia. Haha, okay im struck by boredom. Cant go out. Grounded in other words. Wtv. BYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5867750083945085628?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5867750083945085628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5867750083945085628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SWMWXsys-xI/AAAAAAAAASg/smNcjgF9dn4/s72-c/Coolest+kiddo.+Wth..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-8326313007091853599</id><published>2008-12-30T16:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:00:46.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh tt mommy&apos;s boy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, been busy lately. yeah, what else other than doing my last minute f&amp;amp;n work. Lol. I've always like doing last minute work. Alright whatever. Yeah, school will be reopening in two days or is it three days? Im not even sure about tt. Btw, just now we had cca. Yeah, cause we heard bout the news regarding our trip to Hong Kong. Wah, we were all excited and i was suprised to see a lot of the cca members coming. Maklumlah, Hong Kong nye pasal pagi2 pon sanggup dtg skola. Especially Eefah. Lol. So we all thought there would be a meeting about this whole Hong Kong trip. But we only had practice for our SYF only. Haha, semue dah putus harapan. Ingat kan plan nk gy Hong Kong. But actually dont have. Buat penat je dtg. Lol. Tmrw going sch again. I think need to take time table or whatsoever uh. Hahaha. Bored lah these past few days. I dont know why but suddenly im very hardworking today. I started cleaning my house. Sweep here, sweep there. Then i mopped the house. Unbelievable right. I mean, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aseenah Bee&lt;/span&gt; kemas rumah? Haha. Yeah, Cant wait for school to reopen. Cant wait to see all my friends again. Yeah, miss them so much. Haha. Alright lah. Im done here. Adios people. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504547882024818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVniYes4P3I/AAAAAAAAARY/Yk9szNBR7AM/s200/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504544471822434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVniYR_0sGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8-8EWc7xbnU/s200/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504541599175234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVniYHS7kkI/AAAAAAAAARI/eMxzz-UjH0Y/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504538791248498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVnhpn_ycrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0qTTj_Vqr1Q/s200/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285502966868249474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVng8c90i4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BfesaL-Hf1w/s200/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285502961467346802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVng8I2JT3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Th1bdahGnQ/s200/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285502955435097058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVng7yX8e-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/puQ_WRRytM4/s200/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285502150800750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVngM84Kt1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/M8p4D_-aKvA/s200/Suprise!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285502145996918002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVngMq-2DPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ua586_BCtWs/s200/ILoveYou..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285502141906375154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVngMbvlUfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pFTVaFRJNLg/s200/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-8326313007091853599?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8326313007091853599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/8326313007091853599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-been-busy-these-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVniYes4P3I/AAAAAAAAARY/Yk9szNBR7AM/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4353492611500562538</id><published>2008-12-22T16:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:44:57.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilovehady.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNvkjudYwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/b1-S0sUdDio/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283689461691802370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNvkjudYwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/b1-S0sUdDio/s200/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wah, tired sey. Ytd just went to JB. the checkpoint was big sia, bigger than i thought it would be. Okay, whatever. Then ytd, went to Danga bay. Okay, takleh angkat. Hahaha. We jalan2 there and bought some things lah. After tt went to the theme park. I think i wore the wrong shoe and i got blisters. Wth sia. I can hardly walk, but had to cause need to walk in long distances. I was so fed up, i also need to take care of Abid and Alya. They were all over the place, and there was one time tt i screamed at them and they cried. Luckily, their mom was not there. Haha. Then, finally we stopped to have our dinner. Haha, we had steamboat, takleh angkat. Haha, then after tt went home. I had leg cramps sia. Luckily my mom helped to massage my legs, and in return, i had to do the same thing for her. Hahaha, if im not wrong, i remembered tapao-ing a kway teow kerang. So i thought when i reached home i could eat tt. Skali, there was only Nasi Goreng and Mee Goreng. arhhh! Kempunan sey, jilat jari.. Okay, whatever. Last friday, went out with MiraBoo in search of pants. But couldnt find any. Damn. then in the bus otw home, we took some pics. Okay, we made lots lots lots of noise while taking them. Haha. people in the bus was already pissed off. Hahaha. OKay, im done. Bye. =D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688705880146546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNu4kG6wnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aANXBp2oDIs/s200/R.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688703050680834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNu4ZkUigI/AAAAAAAAAO8/scwI6YkdGtY/s200/O..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688699816497858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNu4NhO0sI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6RlehkjxT5g/s200/I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688150912723298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNuYQsX6WI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UMGTkVhCnIU/s200/M.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688148187183810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNuYGijesI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wgDEqxsuj2s/s200/E..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4353492611500562538?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4353492611500562538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4353492611500562538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2008/12/wah-tired-sey.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SVNvkjudYwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/b1-S0sUdDio/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5184037656822436987</id><published>2008-12-17T14:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:00:22.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when will the time come?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUikv07sdCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MfPK6tDWWsI/s1600-h/Care+bear..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280651704661734434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUikv07sdCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MfPK6tDWWsI/s200/Care+bear..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello people, now down with fever and flu. haiyo, well yesterday went to cousin's house, then after tt went to Lot 1. When reached home, my 2nd bro called and said he wanted to come, so he came lah. And then there was&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; DANISH HAKIM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280648622558553378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUih8bNCJSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1eRYj8GLEdo/s200/Oh.+He%27s+such+a+dear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U know, he is only 2 years 1 month old and he can talk a bit only lah. Before this, he didnt know my name so he didnt call me by any name. Suddenly ytd, he called me, "Naahh..."Ahhh caer! Hahahaha, and he kept pointing at my picture and he kissed me! Hehehehehe, gatal jgk makcik kau nie, Danish. Lol. Bored lah, today nothing much. Just stay at home, do nothing. Oh and yeah, last night talked otp with Matthew, wahh. crap sia. our conversation was like wth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Matt: Kau tengah buat ape?&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Tengah buat bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Kau action eh skrg.&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Eh? oh, diam uh.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Wah action sia, tak bleh angkat. dah lah, aku nk tudur.&lt;br /&gt;Asen: Tido lah! Ape tudur?? Stop talkin in Malay okay. Your Malay sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Eh Malay aku bagusss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Asen: Eh shut up lah. Okay, aku nk tudur lah. gdnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then i hanged up. AHH, wth haha. Kept asking me out. Hmm, well school will reopening in 2 weeks time. Hope i could finish my coursework by school reopen. Alright, im done here lah. bye people. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5184037656822436987?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5184037656822436987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5184037656822436987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-people-now-down-with-fever-and.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUikv07sdCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MfPK6tDWWsI/s72-c/Care+bear..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-4738717513043281599</id><published>2008-12-15T15:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:05:17.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally fifteen.'/><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to me. Ahhhhhhh! Finally im 15. Okay, on Friday eefah called me and said tt she's at the front door and she wanted to pass me the cca form. When i opened the door, I was like,"Ape kau nk". And then Dee appeared out of nowhere, holding a slice of cake. Awwwwww! Im so touched! Hahaha, then took some pictures, dorg lah, feeling2 birthday, nak2 Dee, asyik light up candle je. Haha, after tt they went home, and i was there feeling happy nk mampos. Hahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day, i celebrated my birthday at Fig&amp;amp;Olive. We thought got birthday cake there but there wasnt any so since Swensen's was right beside Fig&amp;amp;Olive, we bought the cake and brought to Fig&amp;amp; OLive. Hahaha, then after tt jalan2. Then bumped into Hanis. It was like three times tt i bumped into him. Hahaha. Then went home lah.. The next day, on my Birthday, i went to Mira's house with eefah cause her adek sunat. Hahaha, and Mira gave me a shirt and a lovely birthday card. Awwwwww, thnks a lot mira. I dont like it, but i love it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then follow eefah go Jurong Point. Hahaha, took some pictures there lah. Hahahaha, then just now went down to get my present fom Ayid and Hujan. Whoooooi, takleh angkat seh. Thnks a lot eh KORRRG2. Hahaha, i've been feeling very happy for these past few days. Hahaha, okay lah, im done here. Check out the pics yaw!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279924188699018930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUYPE0xlxrI/AAAAAAAAANc/e8kwCIMXXL4/s200/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279924185404755314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUYPEogLTXI/AAAAAAAAANU/qX-iVlgMjYI/s200/D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279923749244553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUYOrPrex2I/AAAAAAAAANM/Cf5_ZNpvCpc/s200/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279923740846728210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUYLopKJL4I/AAAAAAAAAME/VyiGqyOy5j4/s200/H.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279920396544542306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUYLoF5ghmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wNuGAESFSYY/s200/E.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-4738717513043281599?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4738717513043281599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/4738717513043281599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday_15.html' title='BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUYPE0xlxrI/AAAAAAAAANc/e8kwCIMXXL4/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-184931715426287568</id><published>2008-12-12T16:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:18:17.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hope im not one of them.'/><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUNdEExHjWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3wcQagC8SN8/s1600-h/Image0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279165512788970850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUNdEExHjWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3wcQagC8SN8/s200/Image0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUNc0EiBNYI/AAAAAAAAALs/FdBWR8R4EdQ/s1600-h/Image0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tired. Just now morning, went out to had my identification card done with mom and sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diam lah, i knw lah my birthday hujung tahun. Takpe, still there are people whose birthday are even later than mine. Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wah sucks seh. The lady there kept asking me to put up my fringe lah, what lah. But i insisted on putting down my fringe and at last, SMILE! my pic was like wth seh. burok lah seyy. kk takpe, i cant possibly turn back the time, and no use crying over spilt milk. Chey, mcm2 proverb sey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, okay then we headed to Bugis cause my mom wanted to check out some of the Guess bags there -.- Haha, then after tt went to Singapore Zam Zam. haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After we had our meal, we went to Plaza Sing. My mom bought me a bag sempena my birthday. Hmm... Then went to burger king. After tt we went to Carrefour, sejuk nak mampos seyy kat situ. I was freezing and jumping around like hell cause i cant wait to go out frm tt place and people would probably thought i was from a mental aslyum cause i looked like one of the patients there. Haha i also bought a Silkygirl perfume. Kiwak, semangat pe Asen! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, ahhhhhhhhh! Just two more days!! Hehehehe, actually i wanted to celebrate on the day itself, but my brothers and sister will be working on tt day, so i decided to celebrate tomorrow lah since everyone are not working tomorrow. I hope everyone would be present tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cant wait, cant wait! Finally, I'M 15! Asen, sabar, Asen. . Kesabaran itu adalah separuh dari Imannn. Okay, im done here. Im gona take a nap. Damn tired, legs are aching. Okay byeeeeeee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-184931715426287568?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/184931715426287568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/184931715426287568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday.html' title='BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUNdEExHjWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3wcQagC8SN8/s72-c/Image0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-6408688753526347260</id><published>2008-12-05T00:58:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:12:05.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choo choo train.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey people, i had my family chalet from Mon to Wed. Its kinda weird cause people usually have their chalet on weekends whereas mine is on weekdays. Okay, but we still had a lot of fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, here it goes. On Mon, my parents and i reached Pasir Ris first, then followed by my First bro and Second bro. Once we reached the chalets, we rested there. Well, all the kids couldnt wait to go swimming, but we all had to wait for Ms Aminah Bee (my sis), to finish her work cause she didnt want us to go without her. Okay whatever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, after she reached the chalet, we immediately changed to our swim suit. Haha. Alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's some pics taken while we were swimming. And, i had a swimming lesson with my bro, yeah cause i cant swim -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278419331523631170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUC2am8FWEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vGfBijw_FlE/s200/dudes+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278419333301865282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUC2atkDC0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZYcgwBk1MmI/s200/dudes+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/STgefeaj0AI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LSS5wB_wOcM/s1600-h/DSCF6126%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278419325500725106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUC2aQgHF3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/SWbU6giCB4I/s200/dudettes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418500213954162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUC1qOEaVnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w2w6w_AgNZA/s200/swim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/STgefNgVDrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/g5TjF-Y3e5M/s1600-h/DSCF6127%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Alright, after swimming we went back to our chalet and took each of our showers, and quickly changed cause we were going for dinnere after tt. Okay, i think i had Nasi Pattaya for dinner and it was damn delicious. And immediately after tt, we went for Bowling! Okay, at first full nk mampos, but after a while we managed to find ourselves a place. I only managed to take a pic of my beloved nephew, yeah cause batt flat -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415533932702914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUCy9jz2bMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JeKZCfdg-mM/s200/chalet+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mr Grumpy, Danish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, the next day, we went to theme park but boring lah cause my sis morning shift so we went without her lah. And i actually took the rides with only mamat sia. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, gedebak gedebuk, scream here, scream there. And its time to go home. But luckily my sis in law asked me to accompany the kids on the choo choo train. Ahhhhh.. and tt was the best moment i had throughout the whole chalet. Hehehehehe. Then we went back to the chalet and had our very own barbecue! Alright, actually right, the prawns looked delicious but i cant eat them cause im allergic to them. Wth sia. Okay, then laugh here, laugh there, barbecue finishes. Then we were ready to sleep lah. The dudes were already asleep but us dudettes, slept around 5 plus. Haha. We chit chatted about everything lah. Then next morning, sleepy nak mampos. haha. Okay, i miss the whole chalet, especially the theme park. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, pejam celik pejam celik, nearing 14 dec already. Alright people get ready your presents. Chey, tak tau malu sey. Okay im done here, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;byeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-6408688753526347260?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6408688753526347260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/6408688753526347260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUC2am8FWEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vGfBijw_FlE/s72-c/dudes+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-479128082481140574.post-5191691142759846673</id><published>2008-11-26T22:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:48:07.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did i enjoy tt day?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUNaiaZuNBI/AAAAAAAAALM/ggYqmYL_QO8/s1600-h/Escalator+was+not+in+order.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279162735457612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUNaiaZuNBI/AAAAAAAAALM/ggYqmYL_QO8/s200/Escalator+was+not+in+order.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;Well well well. Two days ago, went out with Hanis and Fifi. Lol. Actually, Arshad wanted to follow but he can't make it on that day. As usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;Met up with Hanis under my blk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that we walked to Boon Lay control station.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our way there, Hanis was like WTH. He told me he got blisters lah. Then went to buy plaster lah. Wth. Finally, we met Fifi at Boon Lay control station. We headed to Bugis cause Fifi wanted to buy shirt. We thought of watching the movie at Bugis but realised tt there weren't much choices there, so we headed to Vivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, and in tt train there was one row where the seats were all empty. I sat at the end of the seats, and Hanis went to sit beside me. Fifi didn't want to sit beside Hanis so she sat at the other end of the seats. Then Hanis moved beside Fifi. And i was alone right there. Hmm. Poor fifi. Haha. Then finally, we reached Vivo. First we went to buy the tickets. Wth, tt moment was like shit. Haha, Hanis was like standing at one corner, not doing anything. Then, fifi was beside me but, not doing anything. She was like, " Aku anything, aku anything". So we dont knw what movie to watch, and the guy at the counter was already pissed off. Finally i chose Madagascar 2. When it's time to pay, i had to shout to Hanis to ask him to pay. Then, after we're done with the tickets, Hanis was like, "Kau organiser, so kau choose movie. Sorry aku tak buat pape" even though i said nothing. Grrr. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, we went to LJS to have our lunch. After tt, we proceeded to the theatre. In the theatre, Hanis shouted our seats numbers really loud. Wth, hanis hanis. Then, u knw before a movie starts, there were always advertisements right? Then, there was this advertisement about Mind and Body, Heart and Soul. Then, hanis sang it out loud. haha. Malu sia. Okay, blahblahblah. Movie ends, and we headed home. Hanis went off at Lakeside, and Fifi dropped by at my house to charge her phone, and guess what? There were kids everywhere. Yeah, cause my brothers came and they brought along their kids. And fifi like one of my anak sedares. Each time she wanted to take picture with him, he kept running away. Haha. Wth. Alright, im done here. Goodnight People. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/479128082481140574-5191691142759846673?l=asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5191691142759846673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/479128082481140574/posts/default/5191691142759846673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asen-ohh-asen.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>asen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08924574376646610425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/S-rE6X-AiwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OLQqgcT3t8s/S220/DSC00789.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W4corTmNyzY/SUNaiaZuNBI/AAAAAAAAALM/ggYqmYL_QO8/s72-c/Escalator+was+not+in+order.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
