<?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-14297186</id><updated>2011-08-28T17:00:46.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OSCAR_orientation</title><subtitle type='html'>hidir (=</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-7907408911656718162</id><published>2007-02-23T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:17:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i moved.&lt;br /&gt;relink me@&lt;a href="http://cheekyisyou.livejournal.com"&gt;cheekyisyou&lt;/a&gt;.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-7907408911656718162?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/7907408911656718162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=7907408911656718162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/7907408911656718162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/7907408911656718162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-2198523142142586077</id><published>2007-02-17T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:03:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just applied at thai express. and i hope i get the job! i really do. i need the kachings. haha. the boss was a bit weird though. he went "so, xing told me that you were a ____ once. and in this job, you'll only get four dollars...(pauses) and fifty cents. is it OK?"&lt;br /&gt;"YUP".&lt;br /&gt;"then you also have to serve customers.(pauses, again.) Can you serve customers?(grins like a cheeb)"&lt;br /&gt;"yup i can do that".&lt;br /&gt;"you also have to clear tables."&lt;br /&gt;"i think i can do that as well"(i &lt;i&gt;suppose&lt;/i&gt; thats what waitresses do -_- )&lt;br /&gt;boss pauses, smiles and tells me he'll call me when he finishes with my schedule. so i guess its okay. should be. except that i heard from ben and all that he's cheeky(??). ya okay. and he's balding. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and that BASTARD(paul my ex boss) is supposed to give me mu pay today but it still isn't inside. what an asswipe. already planned with abbeh to go shop at city hall today then when i checked it out at the atm, there was no kachings inside. and shiq brought up this matter to me, "what if paul never submitted out Feb timeshift?"&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't, i'll go to the office and slap him personally. and shiq, you're joining me. haha. paul you suck la. then i'll go to MOM. (:&lt;br /&gt;so VDAY was a blast (:&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;in the morning i went over to kamalina's place and she and shiq baked muffins for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcDq3pXsAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QBlUPXcC_5I/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032495143636676610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcDq3pXsAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QBlUPXcC_5I/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its nice huh? tasted good too. thanks babes. (: after that we went to meet amina at her school and we saw a turnoff. a really bimbotic turnoff. i shall not mention her name wait later she'll sue me, along with kidscentral. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcD4npXsBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iPqZaBCLXVI/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032495379859877906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcD4npXsBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iPqZaBCLXVI/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats kamalina, me and mina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we passed amina her muffins and then headed down to school to pass jannah the muffins to pass to nina. then we hung out under the block somewhere. somewhere around here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032495654737784866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcEInpXsCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NXgIsKNCaPU/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neighbour of the beast? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcEpXpXsEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q-AS8zvbyAY/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032496217378500674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcEpXpXsEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q-AS8zvbyAY/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got kamalina a kinder surprise for v day. and this was the surprise. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcEdnpXsDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gF3o8l_j77Q/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032496015515037746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcEdnpXsDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gF3o8l_j77Q/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently the box that's used to keep the "surprise" in is as big as my head. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm petite? haha. no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcEzHpXsFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J1b75fgu60Y/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032496384882225234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcEzHpXsFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J1b75fgu60Y/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;headed down to macs to meet mike, ben, nigel and bren and ahmad. i told mike to open the present(i wrapped it in tonnes of layers of newspapers. haha.) and in the end it was ben opening it cause he couldnt contain the suspense of what i got for mike, which was a wallet. haha. i'm such an excellent gift-er. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, went out with mike, ben, xing, and daphne at first. we watched EPIC MOVIE which was really funny, and i urge the masses(you)(and your mass)(=alot of mass)(haha) to go catch it cause its really funny. haha. even kumar from Harold&amp;KumarGoesToWhiteCastle stars in it so go. now. so after the movie we went to meet jeff and ben's afternoon date had to go real early cause she had to be home early and ben sneaked her in to Epic Movie. haha. we went to the arcade right after the show and ben showed off some of his moves in ParaPara. ben, i was shocked. shocked to death. haha. i didnt know he could play it. but whooh he scored 100%! you're full of surprises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcFAXpXsGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jm9OfSd-ChE/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032496612515491938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcFAXpXsGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jm9OfSd-ChE/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. then we played daytona(which has become a habit and i've even made kamalina and shiq play it as well!) and i came in third. haha. or is it forth? i'm not sure, but whatever it is, i've only started playing recently so i have the advantage of coming in last and not being mocked at. haha.&lt;br /&gt;after the daytona-ing we met jeff and went out of cinei and then there was this game thing going on outside where you have to know you're gf's or bf's loves and pet names and that kinda stuff. so the host went "so, how did you guys meet?"&lt;br /&gt;"through maple story."&lt;br /&gt;MAPLE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;MAPLE FREAKIN STORY?&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one gets cornier than that.&lt;br /&gt;no one can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;congratulations, you win an emmy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least mike used to be my neighbour and i've known him for 8 years so i guess its not as corny. or not even corny at all. haha. maple story, the new online dating game. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we all went to eat at wisma but ben and jeff didn't cause jeff was saving to go to Home while ben wanted to save his appetite so that he can eat with kelly later on. i ate mee rebus and it was still good. we chilled at ngee ann city for a bit and me, mike, xing, bren and mark went over to hotshots and had another few rounds of daytona and then i had to leave with mike and xing otherwise both of us were gonna die(parents). mike and xing paid for the cab that we took home (: thanks. and we went to the playground for a bit cause he wanted me to open my present.&lt;br /&gt;it was a shirt that said:&lt;br /&gt;"forget about it".&lt;br /&gt;"i'm taken".&lt;br /&gt;and at the bottom, "Property of mike (: "&lt;br /&gt;heh. my brother thinks its way too possessive but i think its funny and i love it (:&lt;br /&gt;i love you. (: alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xing stayed over that night and we were supposed to watch "just my luck" but then he fell asleep 5 mins after it started. i was tired too so we went to bed instead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;woke up the next day and went out with kamalina and dee the next day to VS to meet mr EGG tan. haha. was fun. and i was 15 minutes early, a world record i might add (:&lt;br /&gt;we went to eat at the banquet at parkway after that and met up with amira, nad and shiq. nad and amira works there and they were on their break so they joined us to eat. then we played daytona again. haha. okay, i have no idea how many times i already mentioned daytona in this post. it's become a hobby. haha. its just so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcF8npXsHI/AAAAAAAAAII/iHHa_Wm2uUc/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032497647602610290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcF8npXsHI/AAAAAAAAAII/iHHa_Wm2uUc/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcGqHpXsII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_KHyTQjUWUs/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032498429286658178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcGqHpXsII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_KHyTQjUWUs/s320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night was the BNSS fiesta so i had to go back for dinner first before going. shiq, nurul and kamalina actually walked to my house with me(which is really far). and on the way back, my battery ran out in the process of camho-ing at one of the allies. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcHH3pXsKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dJDXu0ez5rE/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032498940387766434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcHH3pXsKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dJDXu0ez5rE/s320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcHO3pXsLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aQqiv0fPljo/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032499060646850738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcHO3pXsLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aQqiv0fPljo/s320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcHnHpXsMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IbO92dMLSEY/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032499477258678466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcHnHpXsMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IbO92dMLSEY/s320/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcILXpXsNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lDsqOQXPD6E/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032500100028936402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcILXpXsNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lDsqOQXPD6E/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were much more takes but theres only so little time i have to finish this post. it was hilarious. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ate at home and then after that my dad sent us to school. omg you have no idea how many people were there. it was like merry freakin christmas. with the gatherings and all. i bumpped into practically the whole world, and it wasn't pretty. after about an hour, kamalina and i decided that we couldnt take all the bustle anymore and went to take a break at the multi storey carpark, which was really nice cause of the wind coming out from everywhere. i miss hanging out there. i really do. i miss school. i miss my friends. all of them. i miss not having to worry that i'll not see them everyday for the rest of forever. now, its just different. i guess time passes and new beginings await. and i'm so freakin lazy to meet new people. but it'll be fun(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i painted my nails black. i dread to think of it as an emo fashion statement, or something like that. i do like it though. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcIznpXsOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2Uws7SeUDMM/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032500791518671074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcIznpXsOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2Uws7SeUDMM/s320/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so chinese new year is tmr and now every chinese person i know cept for xing(who's working) is at some other person's house having reunion dinner. don't eat seafood mike and ben. but mike did anyway. haha. let the infections begin. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, happy chinese new year to all. have a good one. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-2198523142142586077?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/2198523142142586077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=2198523142142586077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/2198523142142586077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/2198523142142586077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-applied-at-thai-express.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RdcDq3pXsAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QBlUPXcC_5I/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-8059802381893845832</id><published>2007-02-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:29:36.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, i just wanna say a big thank you to MISSUS SIMRAN GILL! i read your blog and tried to tag but it failed on me so for now, my tags to you are here! haha. and yes, lets get us some of em aussies. (: haha. sorry mike! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, all the best to NURUL for the audition today!&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, to ABYGAIL TAN LI SHAN to cheer up(smile OKAY.) and PU YOW KU XIAO JIE!! haha. is that correct? i sure hope so. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and finally to JOE! but its fading dammit. burn kachings burn! whooh.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly to MY GRANDMA cause you're so old and you're so cheerful and i asked you to go out one day and go JOGET-JOGET. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's been really lethargic. went over to my gram's house for lunch and then went to collect clothes at the tailor which was near kamalina's place so i went to hang out with her for a bit. followed by the meeting up of abbeh(and the bumping into aisyah) at parkway where abbeh met her one million kazillion school friends and we did a little shopping but i didnt really get anything. we were on our way home when we bummped into Xing and Yu ting and i even saw ahmad and dan. haha. oh and rashidah. so many people at parkway man. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;the mats at siglap's mac was as overwhelming as usual. they are who they are anyway. yeah. then suddenly this guy came up and asked me whether i was at malaysia 3 weeks ago and i told him that i wasn't. haha. he said that he thought he saw me, which he didn't. i think. yeah. haha. and then he asked whether i lived in F. Valley and i told him yes and he said: "no wonder you look so familiar.. when i was at M'sia i thought i saw someone who looked like my neighbour.." and so on. i forgot his name. but i still remember that he owns that really nice yellow car thats parked upstairs. what an asswipe, cause i want your car mister! dammit!&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't believe that it's fading. damn damn damn. well, my lips are sealed (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-8059802381893845832?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/8059802381893845832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=8059802381893845832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8059802381893845832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8059802381893845832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-of-all-i-just-wanna-say-big-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-1927368883509814122</id><published>2007-02-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:17:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, i know you're really pissed and that i was pissed with you just now and you're only concerned and i'm sorry xing, i really am. but some things, i do on my own.&lt;br /&gt;today was hectic. woke up and called kamalina who was already at tampines with nurul and shiq so i showered right away and left to meet them and i managed to do that in just an hour! whooh. shiq, i'm flash la, not yan. haha. we went to republic poly, which i tell you, is huge and bloody pretty.&lt;br /&gt;and then over to city hall to meet ashiekha and even went to the library there! nurul had to photocopy her scores. we didnt have a cashcard with us so nurul went to borrow one from this girl who was studying there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard to meet nick and tiffy and we helped to make his decision about what to get for jin. haha. and its really nice and sweet and finally, KACHING! go nick. haha. went around indulging in different kinds of food, and it was sure worth it, for tiffy cause she got gelato ice cream and a cream puff. a really big, delicious and creamy. haha. went to meet mike and ben and xing after that and kelly and bren joined us shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i'm having a really bad headache and my head is throbbing. and i can't help but feel really messed up today. must be one of those days, those really when-you-come-home-you-just-feel-like-lying-down-and-not-really-think-at-all. and i'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; being emo. not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;hey ho lets go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-1927368883509814122?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/1927368883509814122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=1927368883509814122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/1927368883509814122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/1927368883509814122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/firstly-i-know-youre-really-pissed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-8783138474133426127</id><published>2007-02-11T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:12:11.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and my brother asked me to take a look at this advert and asked me what it looked like. haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7e-npXr_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wWyFfTd4BL0/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030203001195180018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7e-npXr_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wWyFfTd4BL0/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-8783138474133426127?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/8783138474133426127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=8783138474133426127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8783138474133426127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8783138474133426127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-and-my-brother-asked-me-to-take-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7e-npXr_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wWyFfTd4BL0/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-6845601691985708185</id><published>2007-02-11T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:29:46.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished applying for poly courses;&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7AQnpXruI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E83rCGgScUE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030169225572364002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7AQnpXruI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E83rCGgScUE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit, i really hope i do get into banking&amp;finance. cause its all under my first 4 choices. haha. i also applied for marketting, business studies, mass comm, tourism&amp;amp;hospitality, etc. i just hope i get to NP. thats all i ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the ashadelliqahs came in quite late, and mostly cause of me. i left the house at 210. sorry guys! and yeah, since we were late, we couldnt go to the hall to collect the results thus we had to wait in the classroom for our teachers to come and pass us the slips. anxiety and lollipops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7A_HpXrvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G5cumtkQXDg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030170024436281074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7A_HpXrvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G5cumtkQXDg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm quite okay with my results but my parents are estatic. so i guess thats a good thing. they are even letting me out late nowadays, except that i came back a little too late last night and it has resulted in groundation for today. but i am still going out to get famous amos cookies though. no matter what. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so usually at any event, pictures would be taken but on wednesday, i only got in one. haha. a world record i figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7BOXpXrwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6gJrT45ai6c/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030170286429286146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7BOXpXrwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6gJrT45ai6c/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&amp;najiiiib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after the whole results thing, the rest didn't wanna go out so i went to the beach with shiq and we took a chill pill there. and there were tons of students there, probably just got their results too. plus it was a saturday. so, tonnes of people. went to eat at subway. we had the usuals; cold cut trios, ice lemon tea mixed with sprite, and cookies. (: the mnm one sucked but the double choc and the white chip macadamia still was super yummeh. shit i'm craving cookies again! fuck laa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sat at one of the benches for a while then shiq had to go back cause her mum wanted her to do so. went to meet mike and the rest at macs and then went to play datona at hotshots. i sucked like fuck though, as usual. haha. after that we went to OCH by bus. when we were waiting for 59, this happened; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7CyHpXrxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FPqoHLtGyh4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030172000121237266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7CyHpXrxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FPqoHLtGyh4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the climbing-on-top-of-busstop-shelteres. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7E3HpXryI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ll_zfNjc_z8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030174285043838754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7E3HpXryI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ll_zfNjc_z8/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7FEHpXrzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MFpJ8beI5Qk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030174508382138162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7FEHpXrzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MFpJ8beI5Qk/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the finale;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7Fw3pXr0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/uyGEiTolmWw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030175277181284162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7Fw3pXr0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/uyGEiTolmWw/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;courtesy of mike &amp; iqbar. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to och after that and it was my first time. we didnt go in much. just walked through the first parts and went down staircases and such cause we only had one torch with us. after that the rest except me and mike tompang-ed this lorry down to changi while mike sent me home in a cab and then went back to changi and chowed it. haha. poor taxi driver la mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for having me around. haha. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yesterday was good as well. went to follow abbeh to get her clothes altered somewhere near kamalina's house and then we went up there to hang out for a bit to kill time. abbeh had to go for her flag day thing at tamp while i went back and i took the bus from the wrong side. haha. so much for the four years of taking that bus, cause it came to no use in the end anyway. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met nick after that at orchard then we went shopping and talking at wisma and cinie but then he had to go off to some party(wah someone's enjoying!) which left me all alone so i went to meet mike and his friends. sorry im such a keypo. haha. met them at city hall and we went to the swiss hotel and got in to the swimming pool area. nice shit i tell you. seriously really nice shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7HIXpXr1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/waxWWvrz004/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030176780419837778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7HIXpXr1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/waxWWvrz004/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7HmHpXr2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/7NdzdfnO78s/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177291520946018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7HmHpXr2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/7NdzdfnO78s/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike the philosopher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7H-npXr3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/mJFTXj_wY4M/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177712427741042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7H-npXr3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/mJFTXj_wY4M/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm apparently dating a bisexual here so i'm considered straight and lesbian at the same time. how cool is that. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7IOHpXr4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Fj3_-aUFGuI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177978715713410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7IOHpXr4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Fj3_-aUFGuI/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, he's even dating my brother. this has to stop mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. the main issue here though: the bike or mike? decisions, decisions. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7LtHpXr5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NcGRhgY627I/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181809826541458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7LtHpXr5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NcGRhgY627I/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, i had to choose one. (: me and the bike, we be riding. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate at LJ's for dinner &amp; we went to the esplanade via shuttle bus. then i heard one of them say "eh we chow the bus ah!". yeah. haha. living dangerously. we watched some really good band play at the esplanade and my brother bumpped into 265494496134 friends of his. haha. and the bassist of that band looked exactly like azriyan! really! and whoa was he hot! i told shiq about it and then she asked me this question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHY ARE ALL BASSISTS HOT? BEATS ME."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beats me too, shiq. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just before heading back, the rest played catching at the esplanade while me and mike just sat down and watched. aiman was really tired though. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7L-npXr6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bSDgWDF_TnY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030182110474252194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7L-npXr6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bSDgWDF_TnY/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MMHpXr7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/oLdDWs-cmhM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030182342402486194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MMHpXr7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/oLdDWs-cmhM/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MVXpXr8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eoc6B_T8M9k/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030182501316276162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MVXpXr8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eoc6B_T8M9k/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last, all of them were caught except for wonga and then they decided to let wonga keep hiding while they left. so we had to take the lift and guess who was in it? wonga. "even with my broken leg, i still can catch you" jeff. haha. jeff broke his leg again though. poor him, he can't walk properly anymore. but this was before the broken-ing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MeXpXr9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/j1xt01kx7UI/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030182655935098834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MeXpXr9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/j1xt01kx7UI/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MtXpXr-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GtgGDf26Je8/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030182913633136610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7MtXpXr-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GtgGDf26Je8/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"jupppprrrrri".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells. and btw, i do not look like jeff okay. the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; thing we have in common is &lt;i&gt;hotness&lt;/i&gt;. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waited for a taxi right outside and we had to wait for at least an hour before the cabs started stopping. what an asswipe bunch of drivers you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, it is now 430pm and i haven't showered yet. haha. i smell like the expired sotong balls in my fridge that my dad just threw away cause it was making the fridge smell like blue cheese. so in short, i smell like blue cheese. lucky you, that you're not here to smell me. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-6845601691985708185?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/Rc7AQnpXruI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E83rCGgScUE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-7466315755673031596</id><published>2007-02-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:56:33.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey wei. i love this. but i don't love you but i love them and i kinda get pissed off when i see they(excellent conduct of english as you can tell). haha. yeah. going to orchard now. if you can make it give me a ring. anyone really. see you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-7466315755673031596?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/7466315755673031596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>for all the good times, the bad ones, the loves, the hates, the scheming, the passing-of-comments, the laughs, the cries, the fights, the hypocritoisity, the rage, the jealosy, the i-wish-i-was-somewhere,anywhere-from-here-situations, the aloneness, the bitterness, the bitter-sweetness, the dancing, the pumping, the walking-really-fast-cause-theres-a-dog-nearby/farbutstillitsadog, the long walks home with my mp3, the randomness, the friendships, the name-calling, the accusations, the compliments, hate tags, weird tags, the putting down of the tagboard, the blog shifts, the classes, the talking and eating during classes, hating of teachers, the missing of particular teachers, the missing of being with classmates, the missing of all this. sometimes you wish(i know you do) that you could just turn back the clock and just do everything all over again, and again and again after that but yeah, too bad its reality. well oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and to all those i've hurt/pissedoff/disappointed in the past/currently, i'm sorry. sometimes i just can't help being an arse. love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-1048380029099114803?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/1048380029099114803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=1048380029099114803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/1048380029099114803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/1048380029099114803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-all-good-times-bad-ones-loves-hates.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-8587359471770195361</id><published>2007-02-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:14:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long day today, long day ahead of me later, cause its 1209am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so today; i accomplished the impossible. i taught &lt;u&gt;shiqaHHHHH&lt;/u&gt; how to blade. haha. i really did. kinda. at first the hot guy at the blading place taught her the basics and as i quote "touched my hands....touched my legs..." ya ok. shiqa, you're a perve. a big one. haha. tmr we're going to the beach again to go blading, again. too bad we can't go on friday cause we're getting our freakin results. oh yes we are. wait. more like "oh fuck we are". haha. dad wants to go sleep, again, so i have to off the computer, again. shitters.&lt;br /&gt;well i am shagged anyhoo so tallyhoe, lets all get some well deserved hitting-of-the-sack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-8587359471770195361?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/8587359471770195361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=8587359471770195361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8587359471770195361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8587359471770195361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-day-today-long-day-ahead-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-5850419179224414241</id><published>2007-02-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:31:08.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's been more or less good these past few days, except for the fact that my results are available to me in 2 days. &lt;u&gt;two freakin days&lt;/u&gt;, and no, i'm not anticipating it. not now, not in a million years. oh god, i hope i do well. i really hope i do really well. ya ok.&lt;br /&gt;today was so freaky deaky. went to meet abbeh for lunch/dinner at gelare and i had a large waffle topped with maple syrup, whipped cream and to top it all off, wild strawberry flavoured ice cream. no words could describe how tasty and wholesome(?) it was. PLUS! tuesdays its at half price. so that makes it all better now doesn't it? haha. yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;so at gelare, we bumpped into morgan, who someone found quite hot and then when we  left, we saw xing, wee yong, germaine and jolin(i do not know the last two people just mentioned) and then we saw ben who was working at thai express. haha. met mike after accompanying abbeh at macs and then we went to thai express to see ben and bren. xing came in shortly after and then mark and anthony who put his face as my wallpaper. haha. thanks. then mike changed it to our pic and then i changed it to ming's. hehe. all of us shared this red ruby dessert thing that costed &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; five40kachings and it tasted like crap(cause i hate coconuts) and we went to video ezy to rent dvds and then we saw that stupid guy who's working there and who mocked me(that asswipe.....) and i got my uncle to give him a call so that he could tell khaiTHEASSWIPE that we could take dvds for free and we did. haha. we rented spiderman2 and ACCEPTED. we watched accepted just now and it was really funny. go rent it. its good. even abbeh was there. and bren came and smoked in the balcony with my dad(not that dad smokes) but still. haha. and they heard the song that my brother made for mike. yeah, its catchy with the stupid voice that jeff made, something i don't hear that often. and the song's gonna be made into this recorded version, with drums and guitar solos and everything. haha. really mature jeff.&lt;br /&gt;gtg. dad's asleep on the couch and its already 1230am. going to the beach with shiq tmr in attempt to teach her how to use blades. may God be with tmr and throughout. haha. have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-5850419179224414241?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-8272782375329867121</id><published>2007-02-04T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:04:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am utterly, without a doubt, planless today and i'm bloody bored. everyone's out. everyone's busy and here i am, stuck with nothing much to do. and the computer almost failed on me so thank god its still working.&lt;br /&gt;jeff came back at 7am today. i was seriously pissed cause he kept calling in the wee hours of the morning like at 5am and then at 6 plus to hand over the phone to my mother. then i had to wait for them to finish talking then only could i take it back and get back to sleep. then around 7 he finally got into the room and that woke me up, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; and when i asked him a question, he IGNORED me. bloody hell i was super pissed so i took my 891648949219 attempt at going back to sleep, which i did successfully like i did the other 891648949219 times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much on tv either. the bold and the beautiful(i'll never bring myself to watch that &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;), csi(allthekinds), laguna beach, etc. am very pissed with that show. laguna beach i mean. kyndra is being one hell of a bitch and i just feel like shouting it to her but i don't think her thick skinned empty air-filled head would realise that that would be considered a bad thing. i'm still confused about one thing though; &lt;u&gt;WHY HASN'T ANYONE STRANGLED HER YET&lt;/u&gt;. mysterious, i know. and if you think that "it couldn't be that bad", well watch it. its on almost everyday i think. but the same episode during each week. am very pissed with you kyndra, &lt;i&gt;very pissed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is beach day again and i think i mentioned. whoo. &amp; from now on i have to save for the next 2 or 3 weeks. freakin hell but its worth it. and i'm very bad at saving and haven't done it for a really long time. haha. i do hope i survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-8272782375329867121?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/8272782375329867121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=8272782375329867121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8272782375329867121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8272782375329867121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-utterly-without-doubt-planless.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-7121363622256214787</id><published>2007-02-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:32:21.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to siglap with abbeh. hung out at mac. she told me that she stepped on a bird and it squirted out blood. and an eye was missing! omg abbeh, youre a murderer. sleepy as hell now and i can barely open my eyes. i miss you. i miss you &lt;i&gt;alot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-7121363622256214787?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/7121363622256214787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=7121363622256214787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/7121363622256214787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/7121363622256214787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-siglap-with-abbeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-8753156262309890545</id><published>2007-02-03T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:56:40.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the day yesterday with mike yesterday. i even had him come for dinner with my family plus bren. and i'm so glad he came ((: can't believe he came despite all the awkwardness. seriously, mum was rubbing it in, all the way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR09aUmLRI/AAAAAAAAACM/_MTk7r2ldkM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027271682438868242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR09aUmLRI/AAAAAAAAACM/_MTk7r2ldkM/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR1TqUmLSI/AAAAAAAAACU/IdZt0qtpp64/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027272064690957602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR1TqUmLSI/AAAAAAAAACU/IdZt0qtpp64/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR1dqUmLTI/AAAAAAAAACc/FTVVzmZQHFs/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027272236489649458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR1dqUmLTI/AAAAAAAAACc/FTVVzmZQHFs/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so today i woke up at seven in the morning and went to east coast with kamalina mazlan, shiqah and aisyah. we went blading(me&amp;amp;kamalina) while shiq and aisyah went cycling. it was so hilarious! haha. seriously. well, if you had been there. heh. kamalina fell on one knee in a proposing kinda way when shiq tried to ram into her for fun. haha. and we even went to the jetty and the wind was so strong that it blew kamalina in some direction. how cool is that. you also shoulda seen shiq's hair at that point of time. but you didnt miss it!! cause its in my phone right now but i'm too lazy to upload it know and shiq, i think you know why. haha. and we're going to the beach again on monday! whoots! it has become my third home. something like that. and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and the condo i'm living in(and have been living in for basically MY WHOLE LIFE, is sold and i'm moving out somewhere around next year. moving is going to be cool and all, but i don't wanna live anywhere else other than here. no abby. no simran. no ben. ok thats it but i don't wanna leave this place LA. fuc]king hell. this sucks. it really does, i swear. am i allowed to swear? hmm. i don't remember caring. i don't remember you caring either. haha. still, FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;planned to go to the airport to send someone that i dont know off with mike and ben and xing and all, but my parents think its way too late so no, can't go. and i was really ticked off just now when i wanted to rent a movie but to get the membership, i have to fork out five kachings, which i did not have. so i couldnt. then the guy went "you can also use nets." then i told him there was no kachings in it and he actually said: "Then how bout you use mine first" plus a SMIRK. bloody hell. i was with my super duper heavy blades on one of my shoulders and tired and all and he mocked me. what an asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah i feel so shagged. and i haven't showered. and i really smell. and abbeh's coming over in a bit. me in this state, you do not wanna see. haha. really, you dont. and i'm cold but i can't use mike's jacket cause it will smell like what i smell like now. it ain't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i should go. the water heater is hot and ready! i think. if someone has already switched it off, off with whoever-switched-it-off's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i think i'm becoming more and more mean. theoricalasfhtoashtlly in a way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR196UmLUI/AAAAAAAAACk/2QWhnf9WshQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027272790540430658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR196UmLUI/AAAAAAAAACk/2QWhnf9WshQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR2hqUmLVI/AAAAAAAAACs/NlpNIgyd8GE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027273404720754002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR2hqUmLVI/AAAAAAAAACs/NlpNIgyd8GE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR26KUmLWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rYUBHAisS-o/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027273825627549026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR26KUmLWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rYUBHAisS-o/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR3CKUmLXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VkP91RjMRKc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027273963066502514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR3CKUmLXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VkP91RjMRKc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR3N6UmLYI/AAAAAAAAADE/V7NHHockZNU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027274164929965442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR3N6UmLYI/AAAAAAAAADE/V7NHHockZNU/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR3Z6UmLZI/AAAAAAAAADM/DQuzPP2BecY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027274371088395666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR3Z6UmLZI/AAAAAAAAADM/DQuzPP2BecY/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there you go. (: we personally made sure that she was coyed by making her cycle by more than once for our own entertainment. haha. have a good one.&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/14297186-8753156262309890545?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/8753156262309890545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=8753156262309890545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8753156262309890545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/8753156262309890545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/spent-day-yesterday-with-mike-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jOo_Jqq-AcY/RcR09aUmLRI/AAAAAAAAACM/_MTk7r2ldkM/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-2624491214140900221</id><published>2007-02-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:20:19.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger just forced me to move to the new version, and i'm ticked off. and shagged. and i wanna go shower but really, i'm lazy. but i have to shower cause theres so much wax in my hair i'm like barbie. or in this case, &lt;i&gt;KEN&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12 plus today to eat lunch(must love chicken nuggets.) and i went back to sleep at one and then woke up at two again. haha. felt so lethargic today and i can't be bothered to get myself to drink coffee cause its unhealthy and since i had two cups yesterday, i guess i should cut down. haha. yeah, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;got a letter from nyp today about the seminar thing and its really really far but i heard it was good so maybe yup?&lt;br /&gt;gtg now. dad's falling asleep on the couch already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i can't wait to meet you tomorrow ((:&lt;br /&gt;and the rest for dinner after that. oh the &lt;u&gt;food&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and omyg, abbeh really lost her wallet. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-2624491214140900221?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/2624491214140900221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=2624491214140900221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/2624491214140900221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/2624491214140900221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogger-just-forced-me-to-move-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-117026149116537540</id><published>2007-01-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:43:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i only just came back half an hour ago and i'm shagged. xing came over this morning at nine and woke me up. and then we watched Snakes On A Plane. and just so you know, its crap. so don't watch it. xing's theory on why there were so many adverts on the show at that time was only because it really was crap. so here's the proof; me. haha. yeah, its seriously crap. so crappy it was funny(at times). haha.&lt;br /&gt;after that xing went to meet his auntie and i lazed around at home drinking coffee and then went to meet xing and abby at parkway. went looking for presents and then we went to the pet shop at marine parade and bloody hell, the animals were so freakin cute, even though i must admit that i'd be terrified if not for the cages. haha. then these two puppies kept biting each other and fighting and bit each others *****************. walau. seriously. abby finally got a plastic casing for her phone due to all the damage and at first the front part of the casing was too big so the shop guy went to put scotch tape -_- haha. &lt;br /&gt;then we went to meet mike and me, xing and mike went to play a car game at the arcade and whoooooh, i won the first game, with xing in second place, and mike in the third. hahaha. oh and i lost the second game but that really doesn't matter. ((: hehe. abby couldn't come in the arcade though cause she was in her uniform. sorry dearest :/ you shoulda witnessed the winning. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we parted at around 6ish. and i think abby lost her wallet. FUCK!(abby probably quoted.).&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday met up with the ashadelliqah again and it was so freakin fun! nurul was kinda sick though. hope all's well dee.&lt;br /&gt;oh and there was really &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt; of food. there were nuggets, sausages(nicely packed by kamalina), sandwiches(courtesy of shiq's dad), drinks, and oh BROWNIES(which ashiekha baked). the fullness was overwhelming. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/413120/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/586782/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/659086/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/43203/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did some plastic-surgery-ing at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamalina got a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/341090/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/738801/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shiq, well.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/486537/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/641992/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/388222/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/564822/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adobe photoshop beach edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, we camwhored like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/609510/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/732651/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/253068/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/522838/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the toilet as well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/130881/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/673168/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/315931/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/192981/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/109629/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/581920/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/2671/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/299495/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/432994/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/237656/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and azriyan. shiq &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; cycle. but not that well. haha. we were going at a rate of i round of the paddle going at 5seconds per round. haha.&lt;br /&gt;had a great time. (: &lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ASHADELLIQAH! &lt;3 AND (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. not forgetting the CORNS.&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;u&gt;cacatees&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and mikkkeee. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for tomorrow, i'm absolutely &lt;i&gt;terrified out of my wits&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me that i won't trip. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-117026149116537540?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/117026149116537540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=117026149116537540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/117026149116537540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/117026149116537540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-only-just-came-back-half-hour-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-117007860049129211</id><published>2007-01-29T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:36:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went for band, well for a bit (: met kamalina at wak jof and had good plate of nasi lemak. then we bought bubble tea and met shiqah(the ever so silent version due to her massive sore throat; haha) and its been so long that i've had a good laugh with the usual crappers. i missed them man. and then tmr we're having a picnic/pignic. and there'll be swimming in disgustingly dirty sea water. haha. &lt;br /&gt;and we headed to macs right after that to get shiq her mc]chicken and i got that 50cents ice cream and both of them licked it(all over -_-) and when they were finished licking mine, they bought one each for themselves. haha. oh and an ice cream cone, well take a look for yourselves. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/910366/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/464198/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we went to some playground and shiqah tried to get in the small rocking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/618391/DSC00353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/546029/DSC00353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/596879/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/873458/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xing hua is the best brother ever hahaha :) [he typed that -_-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kamalina also tried out stuff that obviously was meant for people younger than us, or for one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/547816/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/918861/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went for band for around an hour or less. and i went to meet mike((: but only for a while cause he's having tuition at the moment. heh. have fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now xing's over. and he let me use his snowcap and we camwhored a little. haha. every guy's got to have a snowcap right shiqah? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/236478/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/653864/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well gtg. going over to abbeh's house to catch girl's out loud. can't wait for the pignic. i'm off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;3 ashadelliqah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mike &lt;3 (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-117007860049129211?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/117007860049129211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=117007860049129211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/117007860049129211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/117007860049129211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-i-went-for-band-well-for-bit-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-117003240906004826</id><published>2007-01-29T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:00:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a monday, i'm on holiday, it's 8.55am, and i'm &lt;u&gt;awake&lt;/u&gt;. couldn't go back to sleep and i hate that. a nose block, and i hate that. i called mike just now. (: and he was having assembly. oh and there's nothing good on tv at 8/830/855 so i got mumma to type in the password. haha. &lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting kamalina binte mazlan in 4 hours and 5 minutes (: see ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;(stupid nasi lemak vendor is on &lt;i&gt;holiday&lt;/i&gt;. what the hell. went all the way to the coffeeshop at 8am. bloody hell.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-117003240906004826?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/117003240906004826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=117003240906004826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/117003240906004826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/117003240906004826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-monday-im-on-holiday-its-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116999565373201924</id><published>2007-01-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:52:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to town with abbeh yesterday and we had the best time (: and its only cause we got two tops, for 10 kachings each. and i tell you, we were damn &lt;i&gt;satisfied&lt;/i&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/610905/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/644646/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually changed in the toilet in pacific plaza cause we couldnt try it on at the stall itself. but thank god, it fitted nicely. hehe. then we went to zara, which is really huge and abbeh tried on this shirt "Let Me Introduce You To My Best Friend" which i think is worth investing in(it costs 40kachings!) but anyway, abbeh, GET IT. haha. and on the way in/out, there was this butt ugly dog. i dont like dogs. and this one, well, was ugly and black and poodle-like so, no. i don't like it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/705075/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/701047/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we went to borders and we found the strangest book. and it didn't really make much sense. just take a good look for yourself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/723043/DSC00285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/229464/DSC00285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the whole afternoon at orchard and took the bus home seeing as my adult-fare thing won't let me take too many trips. and we took &lt;u&gt;ages&lt;/u&gt; trying to find the bus stop that had 14 so we walked and walked. and walked and whooooh! we found it. haha. and the trip took more than an hour to reach siglap and we met simran at macs for dinner and i had mcwings ((: oh those taste really good and i really can't get enough of it. for now anyway. had more snacks after that and then we headed back home to change and stuff, only to bump into my new neighbour, whose name turned out to be.... MICHAEL! gosh. i have no idea how many people i already know called michael. hope i don't confuse them with mike! haha. but no la, i won't ((:&lt;br /&gt;so me and abbeh got changed into the usual shorts and shirt and went over to simran's house to intentionally get abbeh's homework &lt;i&gt;done..&lt;/i&gt; which she didn't. haha. she's doing her homework now i think! well, don't give up abbeh! only 200(or so) days left to your o levels and whoot, it'll be all over! hehe. we crapped around at simran's house and found that she had a KC uniform and me and abbeh tried it on! haha. seriously, it couldn't of had looked weirder/stranger/peculiarer/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/48126/DSC00296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/561747/DSC00296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/376848/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/84760/DSC00297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird, i know. can't imagine what would happen if both me and abbeh went to KC, not that theres anything wrong with KC but.. just imagine. &lt;u&gt;WEIRD LAAA.&lt;/u&gt; you got to admit that. haha. and to think that simran gill wore it to VJC. haha. weirda weirdee weirduu. oh and i got a paint-like picture of simran. its really cool i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/745648/DSC00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/228442/DSC00299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-somethings are worth believing i swear. thou shall be the first photographerwhotakespicturesthatturnsoutlikepaintings-grapher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we hung out there till about 12 plus and then me and abbeh headed back to my place and we shared a SCREWDRIVER. haha. its a drink you perveys, by the way. and her face got seriously red like a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/271583/Tomato_head_by_JPIshiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/666914/Tomato_head_by_JPIshiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. meet your twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she slept over and we woke up kinda late, and i went to get nasi lemak for brunch. its been so long, oh so so long. and i indulged. it may seem like just a normal plate of nasi lemak but really, its.. indescribable. haha. yeah, it pretty much tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;slacked around till four or so and then went to meet mike and xing had just come back from malaysia so us three along with abbeh tan li shan went to mc to eat mcwings/filletofishvaluemeal followed by a trip to the coffee shop just beside it cause xing wanted to get his usual hor fun. oh and i love guys who love a good camwhore here and there. and abbeh got in some photo taking action as well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/778323/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/641420/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/499534/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/940604/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/222891/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/749706/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/499635/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/767029/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and xing wore something of mike's. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/989267/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/95151/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that mike and xing had to leave for the hoobastank concert, which they couldn't get in. haha. poor yous. ):&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow am having lunch with kamalina and maybe shiq at WAK JOF(nasi goreng kampung... *orgasms*) and then we're heading to school for sectionals. haha. wonder how's hazel and janacoba doing. hope all's good. syf is coming. go jubiloso! well i'm off. off and away (:&lt;br /&gt;and kamalina, i think you should come up with bigger-sized fonts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/105489/ilookstupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/564915/ilookstupid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only look stupid cause i was reaching out for abbeh's fries. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116999565373201924?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116999565373201924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116999565373201924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116999565373201924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116999565373201924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-town-with-abbeh-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116982908924811425</id><published>2007-01-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:31:29.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was good. i did go down to TKS and i did get to see his dog, from a distance. a really far distance. his dog is so freakin huge i think that im thinner. haha. and its ferocious. everyone thinks so, so its not just because im scared of dogs. and oh, i saw his mum. she gave mike that "i am so freaked out" look. it was kinda funny but i guess she knows. now. haha. &lt;br /&gt;we went down to town and had pasta for lunch (: and i couldnt finish my portion so he ate it. haha. and he was so full. we spent like 2 hours there. haha. one of my longest lunches ever. and ditto for him. so after the 2 hour lunch, we went down to FarEast but it was raining so we hung out at taka for a bit. stupid rain. it always rains at the wrong time, somehow or rather. so when the rain finally stopped we went down to fareast and i got my star studs! and then we went to meet keith, nez, mark, shirley, and faiz at burger king and then we went down to plaza sing to meet ben and wonga(hey shiqah.) and shiv but they were all watching a movie so we walked around and went to yamaha while we waited. so finally, the movie ended and we ate at mc/rockymasterorwhatsitcalled and took the mrt back and there were these irritating indon guys(not that im discriminating, i'm just discriminating against that bunch of indons) were giving fuck faces(not that i blame them. you can't discriminate against child birth complications...or deformations) and it pissed me off. so i gave them my best fuck face and leaned on mike instead. what idiots. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;so mike sent me home early cause he wants to set a good impression (: but no one was home so he accompanied me till they came home and he's now out with his friends. &lt;br /&gt;so tmr if i'll be able to wake up, im going for band in the morning and then going out with abbeh and maybe simran. can't wait to see everyone. well gtg. my parents want to sleep. and they went to some italian restaurant without me, and that was why the rarity of them not calling me until 11pm happened today. which i'm not saying isn't good. it actually should happen more often. hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;oh and;&lt;br /&gt;keith: the sun sets in the west.&lt;br /&gt;anthony: no it doesn't. its sets both in the east and the west.&lt;br /&gt;keith: NO. it RISES in the EAST and SETS in the WEST.&lt;br /&gt;anthony: don't talk cock la.&lt;br /&gt;keith: eh, even the teacher said so, so it's obviously true.&lt;br /&gt;anthony: he wants to become a photographer(i think thats what he said...haha) so what would he know about the sun setting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. what the hell. funny shit. well gtg. see you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/69760/when.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/811996/when.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/950616/cheer%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/774436/cheer%20up.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/374564/harhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/457258/harhar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116982908924811425?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116982908924811425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116982908924811425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116982908924811425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116982908924811425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116973940469052185</id><published>2007-01-25T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:36:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went with shiq and aisyah to the NYP open house and not only is it 1.5 hours away if you take the bus, but it is also full of CRAP. they had alot of vending machines though, which came in good use. and the goodie bag was useful too cause the 8Days magazine kept me company on the way back to siglap in the bus 13. and i got a free pen with a laser on the back. and there was this kid who was using the pen to see what was going on in the hole in the ceiling in one of the pathways at NYP. he was really weird, really really weird. went to meet abbeh at mc just now to eat mcwings and at first she didnt want any and asked for one, and then another one so we ended up splitting the cost. and now i still owe her 5 kachings. haha. abbeh the loanshark.&lt;br /&gt;after that we hung out at her house looking through blogs and friendster profiles, commenting on everything commentable. i think we should consider that as a future profession, seeing as how good we are at it (: we'll be rich i tell you. filthy rich. haha.&lt;br /&gt;going to TKS tmr. and then im going to see his dog, which im not really looking forward to seeing but i heard that its huge and really huge so i guess its worth taking a look at.&lt;br /&gt;dad wants to sleep so he wants me to switch off the computer. aite. thouself shall have to switch it off then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116973940469052185?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116973940469052185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116973940469052185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116973940469052185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116973940469052185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-i-went-with-shiq-and-aisyah-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116956511489051452</id><published>2007-01-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:16:46.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and as for the dxo gig, it rocked (: yep. especially SPANISHFLY. went there initially with mike and jeff and then when we were already at the esplanade, we bumpped into anthony who made us run to peninsula in the rain cause his pants were torn and he wanted to collect his pants from the tailor there. and i was freakin wet. went to the toilet and dried my hair under the hairdryer. all the girls inside gave me the "what the fuck is she doing" look. stupid. by the time we got back to the esplanade, shiq had already reached and we went to meet her at the taxi stand then we went to dxo. the place was nice and met up with the rest. waited for jeff's band to come play and their's was the last one. and their set got shortened by one or two songs. so pissed. and the crowd wasnt that as great as momo's put it was all good. Blow &amp; Go was the signature song once again. and jeff's singing some stupid song to irritate me and he mentioned a word called "terrish" which is non-existant. haha. and he's pissing off my dad now throwing a shirt and he can't even aim properly and now my dad's chasing jeff and jeff is going "na ni na ni poo poo". and he's older than me, that makes him 19 this year so girls, dont get your hopes too high up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so after the gig me and shiq went to meet abbeh and then we went to meet shiq's cousin, indra, and got free treats(quoted abbeh). haha. really. had potato wedges which tasted tit-tastic and then we went off to try to get in cocolatte, which failed cause we weren't 18 yet so we went to meet indra and his friend andy again for a drink at boat quay and it was great. shared a lychee martini with abbeh and shiq had her apple martini. haha. and nope, shiq didnt do too well with the drinks. haha. and me and abbeh couldnt stop laughing. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/367557/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/372357/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/648817/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/125838/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/34590/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/90559/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/594211/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/820064/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiq had one heck of a hangover and she slept over that night cause it was already 12 by the tiime we came back. at around 2am went to cycle with ben down to mc cafe and the rest were there. heard the funniest stories, and i mean really funny. jeff and faizal came down later and they chowed a cab. what the fuck cause jeff went to stop in front of where we were then the taxi driver saw faizal come sit with us and he shouted "eh! wheres your angmoh friend?? he never pay me!!" then faizal said that jeff was his brother's friend and he didnt know where he was. the taxi driver left with a warning and waited at the bus stop. haha. jeff was scared so we went down to east coast and along the way we bumpped into akasha and company. haha. coincidences are kinda freaky. and it was already 3 plus. went back at around 5 or 4 and ben made mike ride the bike back and i went back in a taxi with jeff and faizal. and just when me and jeff were stopped at the bus stop we saw ben and mike cycling. talk about coincidence. haha. what a great night (:&lt;br /&gt;oh and aiman wanted his picture and i dont know how to send it to you so just grab it from here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/901155/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/615474/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116956511489051452?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116956511489051452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116956511489051452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116956511489051452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116956511489051452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-and-as-for-dxo-gig-it-rocked-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116956013857623814</id><published>2007-01-23T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:48:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met mike today. at his school haha. was so weird. and yeah, their uniform sucks. haha. seriously. but ya la, the people from there dont. the people i kind of know anyway. went with some of his friends then he changed in some alley(no peeking was going on though). then me and him headed down to plaza sing where we walked around till we met up with aiman, faiz, iqbar and afif who were still in their uniforms and faiz had his rebonded fringe cut by some teacher. haha. looks really weird now. then wonga and bren and then XINGHUA CAME!! just came back from china, and i feel your pain. godamit he made me carry his flowers home cause ben's mother didnt want him to get the flowers. but in the end it was mike who was carrying it. haha. thanks ((:&lt;br /&gt;dad called at 7 plus said that i should not be out so late. haha. yeap, way past midnight. good game. &lt;br /&gt;and my brother was talking to me last night. "confirm you and abby going to be lesbian soon. you meet her after school, go over for sleepovers... sleepovers or.. ya la you both lesbian". what the fuck? haha. just because he's hot for lesbians, it doesnt mean that all girls are. get over your lesbian fantasies jeff.&lt;br /&gt;and fuck the tension la people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116956013857623814?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116956013857623814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116956013857623814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116956013857623814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116956013857623814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/met-mike-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116921341203534723</id><published>2007-01-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:30:12.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im very very tired of being outside. haha. and thus i am home. actually im home cause my ezlink card has no more money in it. its all freakin gone and i just topped up ten kachings into it yesterday. what the hell. now they changed it to adult fare until we get posted to poly or something. its supposed to be a holiday man. they should give us free concessions. haha. that would rock.&lt;br /&gt;today went to fareast with shiq and some parts of town. she initially wanted to "relax" her hair but i think her hair already rocks so she doesnt need to so she spared the 88 kachings. good game gigi.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya yesterday we also went to fareast and bumpped into jeff, mike, bren and wong-ah(thats how my brother spells it i think) cause jeff wanted to get his french cap there and when he finally reached there it closed. haha. clever as ever. me and shiq went to subway to eat. kinda. i got a cookie from there and today she ate lunch there so i guess it qualifies for that sentence. and somebody had detention today haha. until 6 somemore. on a friday somemore. haha. i never went to detention before. musta been a good kid. well not really. just that they let me off most of the times. &lt;br /&gt;almost bumpped into mike just now. when i just left kembangan he told me he was at kembangan. what the hell. haha. wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i reply messages now. well most of it anyway. and what the hell is with you? i tell you in a long harsh message how i dont want you in my life anymore and then you msg me saying "HomE on e range.." seriously, one. it was a dumb movie. two, its been YEARS. three, what the hell were you thinking?? seriously. no further comment.&lt;br /&gt;tmr we're going to see jeff perform again! whoots! going with abbeh, shiq and imee. aisyah why you dont you want to go? no go = no simon and no ming. so you should go. yes, GO aisyah please go.&lt;br /&gt;ah tmr dont feel like going out in the afternoon. hope you dont mind :/&lt;br /&gt;i crave cravings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116921341203534723?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116921341203534723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116921341203534723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116921341203534723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116921341203534723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-very-very-tired-of-being-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116868772594089136</id><published>2007-01-13T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:28:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please stop breathing so the rest of the world can take a breather. oh please do.&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping last night was really not that much of a good idea. in fact, since the after-effects had taken effect after i came home from band, its been horrible. my face is stuffy and my eyes are biting. and i still haven't gone to get the stuff for the bbq yet. which is tmr ((: omg i miss my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;font size=12&gt;HAPPY 16TH AND 17TH BIRTHDAY(s) TO ABYGAIL TAN LI SHAN AND AISYAH MANAB!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt; much love.&lt;br /&gt;another name me and shiq came across at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SURRENDER&lt;/u&gt; SINGH.&lt;br /&gt;wtffff. haha. seriously, i dont have the answer you might be looking for. and i need a shower. a hot, long one. &lt;br /&gt;and the band was great just now. so fun. so so so fun and eventually i had to take a nap. haha. see you asses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116868772594089136?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116868772594089136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116868772594089136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116868772594089136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116868772594089136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-stop-breathing-so-rest-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116852275602362887</id><published>2007-01-11T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:41:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid mat i "bumpped into" on the way to the train station. god damn it. someone should kick your non-existant ass. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than that, today was A OK. well not really cause yet again, me and shiq haven't received our pay and its pissing us off. what the hell. i want it NOW. now now now. im not known to be that patient nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;my phone's cocking up but the pple who im gonna trade in my phone with dont really know how screwed up my phone is getting. there are 2 messages in my phone and my phone has a memory card and its &lt;u&gt;FULL&lt;/u&gt;. wthefuck. so ya they dont know that (: whats more, me and shiq are quitting tmr. enough &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; enough. seriously. period. ic table. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so i took &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the photos from my phone (: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/521122/030120072360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/774366/030120072360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/768256/031020061174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/35611/031020061174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/865285/backtoschool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116852275602362887?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116852275602362887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116852275602362887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116852275602362887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116852275602362887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-mat-i-bumpped-into-on-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116844838406570846</id><published>2007-01-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:59:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i just uploaded 763 pictures from my phone. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116844838406570846?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116844838406570846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>just went to raimah with abbeh and imee to get prata and milo dinosaur. even though there is prata and milo at home, theres nothing better than just sitting down at kembangan talking about suspicions and weird names i come across during work and wait for someone else to make milo and cook prata. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so, today, i swear i came across the weirdest name that you never expected to hear in your entire life, especially if you live in singapore. introducing: MR/MISS/MRS &lt;U&gt;LIAN AH BENG&lt;/U&gt;. what the hell, i know. what was the person's parents thinking man. especially with the surname LIAN. its some unisex name. or bisexual, whatever. but STILL. theres no excuse. some bloody sick joke. sick and cruel. and crude. &lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, we met mike, bren, and wonga(willy wonga..)(haha) at raimah too and then another friend joined them and at around 11.15 all of us went off cause all of them have &lt;i&gt;school&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow. actually if i dont do well in my o's i wont mind having to take it again but as long as i dont retake it in bnss(no offence, but just to ong lili) i will be A OK. i kinda miss studying till late at starbucks/mc/kfc and haha, that time abbeh spilt a large pepsi at kfc and everyone looked and people had to come clean it up and yet that kfc auntie gave her a new large coke for free. what memories man. just dont spill it again. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and today me and shiq were &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to get our pay but NO. we didnt. what the ef? late pay=SUE paul. i need my pay man. PERIOD(haha, shiq does this sound familiar?) &lt;br /&gt;so i was lazy and went home by cab after work and i thought 12kachings were sufficient for the ride home but i was wrong. the meter had already shot up to 8 kachings before we even went on the highway, and that wasnt even the ECP. so i got worried and asked the driver whether he could stop me at some nearby mrt station cause i was short, or at least i was to be short by the time we got to the highway and then he just went "ah nevermind ah.. i just drop you at sig**p then you just pay me whatever you have LOR." so nice i tell you. drop dead nice. thanks MR HO SHENG HEE. Love you man. saved my life. in a different way. haha. &lt;br /&gt;tmr there's work again. damn it. i just really wanna sleep all day. and after friday, im QUITTING. im not much of a quitter but ya, this job sucks. sucks big time. even osman(full timer for quite a few years already) has had a better offer else where and thus he is quitting too. hurray for quitters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH. BUT DONT YA'LL STUDENTS GIVE UP AH. NO QUITTING SCHOOL, NO QUITTING FROM THE INSANE STUDYING. GO GO GO!! GO ALL THE WAY, HURRAY. but quitting smoking is GOOD. so quit that and fuck the rest. love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116844637165867499?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116844637165867499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116844637165867499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116844637165867499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116844637165867499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-went-to-raimah-with-abbeh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116827498367534425</id><published>2007-01-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:52:09.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday night, yeah, really fucked up/funny/weird/new. but mainly just fucked up and weird. during the night, went out with abbeh at around 9 to accompany her to study at starbucks and then mr starbucks guy(who's name is apparently KAMAL) came over to talk to us and gave us a free drink: chocolate frap, and it tasted like goat's milk so no, dont try it ever. chocolate cream chip is a good alternative though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so abbeh didnt get much work done cause of all the talking. anyway, to those who want to waste your time, think about your answers to these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what kinda house do you want in the future?&lt;br /&gt;2. fence or no fence?&lt;br /&gt;3. there is a coffee table in your balcony. whats on it?&lt;br /&gt;4. there is a forest beside your house, who is standing beside you when you are there?&lt;br /&gt;5. then an animal appears. what animal is it?&lt;br /&gt;6. animal becomes ferocious and erotic(haha for my own fun) and comes on to you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;7. you then come across this area that has something to do with water.. so what water-type-area is it(eg ocean whatever)?&lt;br /&gt;8. then there is an island on the other side of where you are standing with the water-type-area, so how do get to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so end of part one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. you go home to use the toilet only to see that there is a cup infront of the toilet bowl. what kind of cup is it?&lt;br /&gt;10. ...and you really need to pee so what do you do with the cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your answers to all these questions are really of no meaning actually, but it does mean SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your answer to number...&lt;br /&gt;1: how ambitious you really are.&lt;br /&gt;2: fence= you keep to yourself and no fence= you're open(minded)&lt;br /&gt;3: as long as there is something on the table, you're not DULL! or boring. or dully boring. whatever is worse (:&lt;br /&gt;4: the person who is beside you is someone you think about ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;5: the bigger the animal, the bigger your problems are.&lt;br /&gt;6: if you stand there, well, that would be really strange and weird of you if you like that kinda thing. but you know, whatever rocks your boat..... but your solution to this question is how you take care of your problems.&lt;br /&gt;7: the bigger the water-type-area is, the bigger your S*XUAL cravings are. gasp pant pant.&lt;br /&gt;8: the more emersed you are in the water to get to the other side, well.... the more wet you are. omg i hope this doesnt freak you out. good luck buddy.&lt;br /&gt;9. shows how strong you really are in relationships.. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;10: put the cup aside= you chuck the ex and move on. you drink it=cant let go, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was time consuming.... of me to type that shit out. haha. courtesy of kamal for testing us. haha. wth. we went home late. and unproductive-d. haha. and then went over to abbeh's house until four and at 5am in the morning, the chasing and the chaos started. was kinda fun/not that fun/scary/funny. abbeh was even called down to my balcony to talk. haha. me and abbeh were pissed and so we went to 711 at 6am to get a pizza bar and some ice cream, which is in my fridge, surprisingly. haha.. thought it'd be eaten by now really. we were walking back home when abbeh's mother called and she sounded really pissed cause it was already 7am and abbeg wasnt in bed. how shitty that was. i slept till 11 and then went to swim and tan and there was this father son bonding session btwn these two australian guys who me and abbeh bumpped into later on in the evening when we were heading back from kfc/mcd;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and as for new year's resolutions, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my freakin pay (: and happiness, prosperity, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wah. someone's 16 this saturday. big girl ah abbeh. haha. &lt;s&gt;and screw you marie, for booking the pit on saturday. bimbos shouldnt get their way.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the fridge. i underestimated the will power of hunger of that of my family members. the ice cream is gone. the freakin hagen daz is gone. fuck. hot chocolate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/334008/something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/832326/something.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116827498367534425?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116827498367534425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116827498367534425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116827498367534425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116827498367534425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday-night-yeah-really-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116808732554782293</id><published>2007-01-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:42:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was great. went for band to help out for the sec one orientation and most of the alumni were there(: missed all of them so badly. and i finally saw fidah and adilah after such a long time. made the sec ones try out the euphonium and also danced/sung along to the piece the band played; High School Musical. and yup, they were good. after the whole orientation, me, kamalina, shiq, amina and arnina went to eat at Long John at marina square and i felt a little puke-ish and yet we still managed to take photos there. the photos are currently with amina cause we used her camera so i'll post it up when i get it from her (:&lt;br /&gt;after LJ we went down to the esplanade, and there, we camwhored as whore-ey as ever. so now going to starbucks with abbeh while she studies. haha. oh fuck i sure hope i pass my o levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116808732554782293?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116808732554782293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116808732554782293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116808732554782293'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116763813512887913</id><published>2007-01-01T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:55:35.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 2007 EVERYONE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a night/morning it was.&lt;br /&gt;went to abbeh's place for the bbq and imee was there also. we watched Final Destination 3 and got the sypnosis of Night Of The Golden Flower(i think thats the correct title) and i really wanna watch it. only thing is, with who? haha. imee left for her friend's house and me and abbeh just hung out at her place first. then after the countdown, abbeh's parents went out to send her godparents back while we told her parents that we were "really tired and going to bed". we drank juice(hoho) and when we heard the gate downstairs open, we pretended to be sleeping. and her mum came in to lock the balcony door. and abbeh told her that imee wasnt sleeping over and that i already fell asleep. i pretended to snore a little and that rocked, cause as soon as her mum left, we became hysterical. haha. waited for her parents to sleep and then we got ready and stuff and waited for imee to come to change. we then left for clarke quay and as soon as we arrived there, we bumpped into ben, mike and mike's band members. haha. how weird man. then they tried to get a cab back and this cab driver who was an auntie was charging 40KACHINGS for any ride-to anywhere. but still, 40KACHINGS is alot of money. can watch 4 movies. or drink at starbucks about 8 times. what the hell. and the driver didnt wanna negotiate with anyone since there was about a billion pple trying to get a cab as well. and everyone got pissed with that driver. so ben waved to get that driver's attention, went to the taxi window and went "FUCK YOU AUNTIE!". AND EVERYONE DID THE SAME AS WELL. IN TIMES OF TROUBLE AND DIFFICULTY, STRANGERS REALLY DO UNITE. haha. &lt;br /&gt;after clarke quay we went down to the esplanade to meet jasmine and her friends and her new friends who they got to know only yesterday. was a long walk from CQ to the esplanade and the number of mats were only so overwhelming. haha. esp at that time of the morning. saw yadi's punk friend who i met a really long time ago and i smiled at him, but i dont think he remembers. haha. had a hard time finding them and at about 0545 we headed to the mrt hoping to get on the first train home and it was so hot and sticky and tons of people were waiting for the first train as well thus there was hardly any cool air down in the station. and it wasnt opened when we got there. oh and guess who i bumpped into at the station? YUSRI. haha. so freakin random man i swear. haha. oh well. singpore is small so its only bound to happen sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;got back at around 0630, just in time. i cant believe we got away with it somehow, since me and abbeh were obssessing over the possibilities of us getting busted. its just so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/46285/kings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/841752/kings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/509684/meandmee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/437849/meandmee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116763813512887913?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116763813512887913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116763813512887913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116763813512887913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116763813512887913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007-everyone-what-nightmorning.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116756229962511118</id><published>2006-12-31T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:33:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's new year's eve. and no party for me. just a little one. going over to abbeh's with imee cause her parents are having a bbq along with her godparents. my parents are going out to dinner then to bricks. jeff's going to Home. xing's going with thomas(uncle mark's really hot australian nephew who came to singapore on holiday) to the esplanade. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday me and abbeh decided that we shouldnt shop anymore and instead of the malls, we headed down to sentosa! we tanned at siloso. and my mum actually asked if i could bring thomas along, and i told her it would be a little weird to ask him to come along tanning with us. what a waste that was turning the offer down. bloody hell once again. and abbeh, you only dont wanna play along when i tell you about him cause you havent seen him and im telling you, he's a million times better than MARCO. or DEREK. really.&lt;br /&gt;ya so we went tanning and it was so relaxing. it was so relaxing that we actually got lethargicly cranky. haha. and in the midst of it all, we still managed to take pictures of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/555756/eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/77116/eve.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/472831/oii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/731606/oii.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back, we took the bus. the bus from the station at palawan beach, the first bus was full and the guy in charge didnt let this mat with a golden fringe get on cause it was too full and of course, the huge-egoed mat tried to pick a fight with tht guy in charge. what the hell, get a life. then while trying to get on an empty bus, i was behind abbeh and then suddenly this fatso(probably 1000kg of fats on her) tried to squeeze through to the front of the line. eh, so fat still wanna squeeze? WAB. abbeh got pissed then she put her hand across so she couldnt get on and then i just let her go cause i didnt want her over-alarming fats to infect me and i was still pissed and went "what the fuck" super loud so she could hear me. everyone else did too. stupid fatty. fatty fatty pig. go get a diet. a good one. (ps: no offence to the rest of the &lt;u&gt;civilised&lt;/u&gt; fat people in the world, just YOU FATSO. urgh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the tanning we went to vivo. and i tell you, we cracked up 98% of the time. ok, make it 99. we came up with so much shitte than i dont think we were even thinking, and ya, we came up with playing scissors paper stone with our tongues(not with each other..) and like how your body can operate as an ipod, and even abbeh's parents(who we joined for dinner at the conintinental &amp; dessert at swensens) cracked up with us as well. haha. went back late and went over to her house to hang out for a bit. and my mum called saying that i should come home and she commented "you dont have a home ah? better come home now before i come over there..blahblah blahh." so i had to. and thanks for the day man. super RELAXING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so two days ago i went over to shiq's house in the morning, supposedly to watch The Holiday with her and amina maisara. but in the end we just planned stuff and then we sent amina off to study and then shahid came over cause we were going to help him find a necklace for his girl. we went to sch first to collect some stuff before heading down to town and we bumpped into a gazillion band pple. and i was a little obscene and bright. so, im sorry pple. never meant to hurt your eyes. haha. we met isya in the train and then we went down to orchard and our first stop was somewhere there cause i forgot where it was. went to wisma next and instead of getting presents, he got shirts instead. haha. wth. we stopped at taka next to take a break and it became a photography-fest instead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/677060/camhoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/891807/camhoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/979735/twentynine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/911025/twentynine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/546884/onetwothree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/454246/onetwothree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to get old chang kee and sat at ngee ann city to eat. shahid bought 7 kachings worth of old chang kee food. wth man. eat so much and never put on any weight. seriously, he musta done something seriously great in his past life. musta been ghandi or something. got Big Gulp from 711 and there were bees EVERYWHERE. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/914183/gangsta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/642046/gangsta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/387542/letsgetcracking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/14119/letsgetcracking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/676290/richfolks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/890763/richfolks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/257134/golden%20monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/816426/golden%20monkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/19822/robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/779577/robot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to cathay for a bit and then we headed back. met abbeh and simran at mcd and we had dinner there. we followed abbeh to starbucks and bumpped into the starbucks guy who wasnt working. haha. went back and bumpped into lynette and we went to chat at the playground about issues. man, im really deprived of a problematic life. thouself shall get one'a those. mum called and i had to head home and they came over. i dont remember how it came to this but it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/495481/hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/399136/hiding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. that was it for the 30th. and my neighbour is so fucking cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/955339/P1030516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/674945/P1030516.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/981938/P1030517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/12258/P1030517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today on the way back also bumpped into gabi while she was in her umbrella frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/864225/P1040025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/42836/P1040025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad's her new entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/585341/P1040029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/682068/P1040029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big brother decided to join the fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/227606/P1040032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/785613/P1040032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakin cute shit. anyway, abbeh's here. gonna take off this peel-off mask thing and then head over to her house cause i already can smell the food. haha. see you sweets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116756229962511118?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116756229962511118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116756229962511118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116756229962511118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116756229962511118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-new-years-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116731925879934471</id><published>2006-12-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:20:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so theres this issue thats concerning whosoever. some smart guys from smart guy schools think they're seriously hot and that the moment they are anywhere, everyone is obliged to feel the same way they do. which of course is wrong, especially since they dyed their hair GOLD hence we call them the "golden monkey(s)", etc. so yes, it is an issue since this issue has not been improved on and if you are one of these issued people. please. please. go dye your hair purple or brown or black or whatever. just not gold/blonde. its blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there was work and shiq had a bad stomach so she came in late bringing in with her OCK. oh that lovely shop. i love it i love it. ate fishballs on a stick. and we went for lunch at bras basah(?), POPcafe. its the popular(bookstore) cafe and i forgot my money. so we ate laksa and mee siam and then we went back up to the office to get my money and then went down to 711 again to get food to bring up while we work. haha. i think we're the only ones at the office who eat all day. we eat on the way to work, we save some for during the morning part of work, we eat during lunch break, we buy more food to last us the rest of the day. so pretty much, you could say we're pigs. haha. good game. shiq, lets reach XXL by the time we reach poly/jc/if. that would be really weird cause its been 10 years since i was overweight. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tmr going over to shiq's place to &lt;s&gt;eat&lt;/s&gt;watch dead or alive with kamalina and amina. i forgot what that show's about now come to think of it. its from a game or something right? whatever. haha. &lt;br /&gt;and i really miss you ashadelliqah. i miss you right out ALOT. ok that sentence didnt sound right, as in the grammar. but what the hey. just keep that impression of yours on me that im seriously intellectual. but ya i do. miss you guys alot. miss amina too. miss sitting beside nicholas in class, eating all day(i guess its a hobby) and discussing what he should get for jin for her birthday/v'day/anniversary/etc and in the end my suggestions dont count cause he thinks that my ideas are too shahirah-ish and that jin doesnt share the same taste as i do so he ends up getting something completely different. miss the class. dont really miss the school though. but i do miss hazel. miss her stepping cute then jannah gets irritated and scoldes hazel and hazel still continues stepping cute and jannah gets even more agitated and it turns out into a huge fight, while all along, kamalina and me were just sitting there, amused as hell and hysterical. then amina gets worried. really worried about the section. or sometimes(most of the time..)amina just gets amused too. haha. what a euphoric way of life. i miss Mr Lim. i miss them all /:&lt;br /&gt;and good luck to all the band members for the syf video taking tmr! love you guys. today's a miss/love day. i love you, metal man. and jude honey, i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet all of jude law's childhood friends always thought he would grow up to become a lawyer. while i, a host. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116731925879934471?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116731925879934471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116731925879934471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116731925879934471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116731925879934471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116723025543329904</id><published>2006-12-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:50:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently, there was an earthquake in taiwan or something, and its cause the undersea cables to be severely damaged, causing most of southeast asian internet connections and telephone lines to be cut off or really bad. that must really suck.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bad news aside, christmas was great (: went with my family to stay at the conrad on the day itself and checked out the day after. and had christmas lunch there too, which mind you, the dessert was great. cause it was a buffet. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/610866/lovely%20puddings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/745892/lovely%20puddings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;one of the many plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/69332/yummeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/758551/yummeh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/365063/priceys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/95097/priceys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;the necklace on mum was the necklace i gave her. haha. yeah, im humble&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore green to add to the festive colours.(??) ya i did. after two hours of lunch, we went up to check out the rooms, and the toilet was GRAND. better than the whole room actually. haha. really, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/515159/P1030696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/482458/P1030696.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats not &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; of the toilet. i just forgot to take more pictures. haha. and i had a hour++ of a bubblebath and the tub was so huge that i could almost swim in it. but i think it was meant for two people. eh, no stupid ideas. please. so before heading out, we went to get dinner at some jap place and had kimchi chicken. was not that nice but dad did have a few things to express;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/956652/reanactment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/324683/reanactment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/82852/getting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/802781/getting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, went to clark quay for the night. we went to crazy elephant at first and i was so tempted to go on G-max, if its still open. i asked dad to go with me but he said he wasnt in the mood. haha. my mum said that her bones were brittle -_- and jeff, he didnt want anymore damage to his leg. plus, it was raining, so either way, i couldnt go. damn.&lt;br /&gt;and we took pictures with the Metal Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/264338/creep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/286225/creep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/120750/friv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/396150/friv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we headed to forbidden city and it was "chill out night" so despite me not being the legal age of 18, i was let in. the place was nice. and so were the seats. at first we were sitting infront of this couple(hmmm) which was this really old horny looking apek and this seriously young-could-be-my-slightly-older-sister lady. and yeah, they were smooching or whatever and it was totally disgusting. its either that she's drunk, gone totally nuts or... plain dumb. really really really dumb. you cant really get more dumb than that. or she could be just cheap. whatever it was, my mum was sitting directly infront of them and she asked to move to another table. and ya, we took more pictures. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/427648/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/576872/sexy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/234527/late.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/327846/late.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/551243/toogood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/187019/toogood.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/862224/history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/566107/history.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got tired and we headed back to the hotel and we were the only ones left at the lobby. weird huh. i thought it'd be crowded. well, it wasnt so dad decided that we all should take pictures by the christmas trees they had put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/729053/irony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/188073/irony.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/557799/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/942694/present.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/644389/fighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/175756/fighting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/16910/smirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/400/6288/smirk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we checked out and had lunch at burger king and then did a little shopping at marina square. oh and dad got mum a &lt;u&gt;ps3&lt;/u&gt;. wtf. haha. lucky ass ah you mum. and theres only one game. haha. coolagroovey. she still loved it though. and then her mood changed when she asked my dad "so really, how much did you spend on this... darling??? you didnt spend &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; our money on this did you?????" but no, he bought it from this business man for only 1/4 the price. around there anyway. still. my 47 year old mother, got a ps3 for christmas. how weird does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/785709/background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/458429/background.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took leave yesterday and went back to work today. was okay la. but we went to bras basah during lunch and we roamed around 2nd hand book stores and music shops that included swee lee. omyg the instruments looked so nice. fucking hell. i should be sponsored by them man. if only... i wasnt being stupid. then before going back up to the office, we bought nachos from 711 and ate while we worked. haha. that was sedap. but i think paul was pissed. but its not like we cared anyway. tmr we're working as well but not on friday cause we have to "collect our leaving certificates". haha. we're going to kiki's place to watch grey's anatomy. let the tears roll.&lt;br /&gt;and im hungry. goddamnit. im doomed to be a fat old lonely woman who just got 26 kachinged black jeans. haha. shall we not die tonight. cause i wanna wear my new pants. haha. see you swee lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116723025543329904?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116723025543329904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116723025543329904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116723025543329904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116723025543329904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/apparently-there-was-earthquake-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116704830487432651</id><published>2006-12-25T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:05:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we wish you a merry christmas we wish you a merry christmas we wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year. at the conrad for the moment. staying here overnight. and i tell you, this place is really nice. and yeah, going out now. took a bubble bath just now and it was fantastic. however, i need to reorganize my sentences cause theres obviously no link to each one of them. haha. see you later sweets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116704830487432651?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116704830487432651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116704830487432651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116704830487432651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116704830487432651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-wish-you-merry-christmas-we-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116679997272633976</id><published>2006-12-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:06:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just for the record, here's something really gorry. its called &lt;i&gt;body scarring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/8813/pic26962nz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/7739/pic26500tr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/7861/pic19169jb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/6676/pic15724pt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/8101/pic11478do4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/7223/pic29358oj7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/5816/pic06334wt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puke away my futile friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116679997272633976?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116679997272633976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116679997272633976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116679997272633976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116679997272633976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-for-record-heres-something-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116671722856796977</id><published>2006-12-22T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:07:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im pissing myself off i think i'll have to kill myself soon. kudos to me, whoever thinks its a brilliant plan. so i have been rather bitchy lately. and commenting on everything and everyone, and practically saying how i feel right at that very moment. i guess its nature's call that i really need a breather. i need to get away from everything, everyone, and just lie under the sun and dont think at all. and since i already dont have much important stuff to think about, i think about the unimportant stuffs like how im going to grow old all alone with no one but 50 cats in my little apartment and grow myself a mole on my nose so all the little kids that come by to disturb the "weird old lady" think that im a witch and that i'll eat them for dinner if they ever try to come near me. and soon enough, every kid will dare one another to do so, until one kid dares and comes to steal an antique object from my dresser and he gets caught and then he gets terrified, only to find out that due to the damage he did to my broken window, he will not have any option but to help me out with the chores due to his over concerned parents who want to teach him a lesson. and over time, he comes to know me better and we create a gastronomical bond and we only grow fonder over time. so a few years down that road, he realises that the old lady he once thought of as a witch was actually a person. a person who meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean. whatever. i shall get thouself a book and read it to occupy my thougts. or perhaps watch The Holiday again cause im telling you, JUDE LAW is the most good-looking, hottest, make-all-girls-melt-and-even-has-the-same-effect-on-lesbians, dreamy guy to ever walk on the face of the earth. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so jeff's back in the hospital again. poor guy. always in sway shit. and it always has something involving the hospital, so there goes.&lt;br /&gt;work's been a bitch. i dont really like it anymore. this colleague of mine who already has a husband and 3 kids, well, she's having an affair; with a &lt;u&gt;customer&lt;/u&gt; and she dresses like some harajuku shit and she cant stop flirting. she's like a flirting machine man. some words of advice; stop it. its pissing the hell out of everyone and i mean it. urggh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;its been rather boring as well and since tmr is the last day of the submissions for the visa sig card, its only gonna get more hectic cause paul(bossy boss) is gonna chase us so that we chase our customers to send back their application forms. and all i wanna do now is sleep. sleep till i oversleep and which will result me in getting more lethargic resulting in a deeper, more indulging hibernation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all the bad sides of life, theres always the good side! because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IS COMING IN ONLY 4 DAYS!!!! WHOOTSISWHOOTSWHOOTS. &lt;br /&gt;cause no matter how bad things get, theres always that christmasy mood to cheer you right up. i just hope jeff gets better in time to celebrate christmas together. i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116671722856796977?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116671722856796977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116671722856796977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116671722856796977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116671722856796977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-pissing-myself-off-i-think-ill-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116632398953872789</id><published>2006-12-17T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:53:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday we sent dee off at the airport and we reached there at around 730am and surprisingly, i was the earliest one and yet i was kinda the lastest cause i had issues with my bowels. so note to all: do not drink coffee when youre going out right after that. just dont.&lt;br /&gt;so i finally met dee's family. her parents are really nice pple and they treated us at burger king in the morning. and guess what? i saw yadi!! so long never seen you yadi. where have you been? and your hair is so long and lucious. i want it. and christmas is coming so hint hint! hoho. &lt;br /&gt;then there was a delay in the flight. instead of 930am it was 245pm that she had to check in so we went jalan-jalaning around instead and the coffee wore out and so i got lethargic. it was tiring even to talk. haha. but it was fun though. we went on the trolley and got rides by one another. namely dee, kiki and myself. was the shit la. and was so damn fun, so you can probably tell how deprived i am of themeparks. and after i get my pay(when i get my pay would be a more relavent term), i shall ask someone to come along with me to take the g-max ride at clarke quay. so that somebody, embrace yourself. haha. i really want to go :/&lt;br /&gt;so after hanging around in the airport for a couple of hours, we went for lunch at the airport canteen. was sedapalicious i tell you. whooh. dee's parents blanjed us again. so kudos to dee's parents! and on the way to the canteen, faiz(dee's little brother cum shiq's ex who's really young btw) said "kak, one of your friends stepped on VOMIT." dee asked who. and he replied "the one in yellow". ya, i was wearing yellow. yuck a duck fuck. disgusting ass. puke on the floor and you just walk away without cleaning it up or informing the janitors. what pompus asses. sheesh. people like you should be locked up, away from society. up yours. -_-&lt;br /&gt;the food was delish again. and the grass jelly was cool. the jelly looked like leeches and when i told kiki about it, she made the puking gesture and sound when the leech was halfway in my mouth. thanks my homie. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so after lunch we went to ntuc cause dee's family wanted to get something and me, kiki and nina went off. have a safe and freakin fun holiday! dont forget michael's/george's/anthony's/jude's/anonymous' number ya. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;kiki went over to my house to collect the "one missed call 3" dvd and we went over to her house to watch it. not that bad la. The Grudge still remains the grudge so you jap horror movie makers better step it up, cause you're losing out to the whites man. and we all know, white horror movies arent that scary. esp The Nun which we also watched yesterday. i give it a negative 1000000000000 out of 10. maybe it'll give the catholics a couple of nightmares. haha. not even a glinch of hope on that one buddy.&lt;br /&gt;going to malaysia in probably half an hour. we're all waiting for jeff to finish his routine 10 hour shower. its taking ages man. and all of us are already ready. abbeh was supposedly coming along with us but her mum had "issues with me going to Malaysia with Price and her family cos she thinks JB has a crime rate of probably 345 thefts per minute. And she wants to make it up by bringing me to go shop at Bugis tml." -quoted from abbeh's blog. wtf. she had let abbeh come along on the week before the previous week and now, well, she changed her mind. -_- wtf man. &lt;br /&gt;ok the bowels are working up again. haha. see you sweets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116632398953872789?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116632398953872789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116632398953872789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116632398953872789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116632398953872789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-we-sent-dee-off-at-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116615664361061768</id><published>2006-12-15T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:24:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today im home the whole day and im telling you, im bored to the shits. my parents woke me up at eight in the morning and i couldnt go back to sleep. 6 hours to meeting shiq. and ya. im broke man. but i found the perfect present for my dad. its this pen holder and you put the pen in the  ass of the holder and it goes "OW OW OW OWW". haha. i like it. its funneh.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had this customer on the phone yesterday. i told him all about the card and stuff and then he asked me to send over the application form over to him and so i had to take down the name on his IC and the he goes "but i thought you already had all my paticulars from the bank?" and i told him "no, we just have your number." and then he went "then nevermind. i dont want it anymore. i dont talk to strangers."&lt;br /&gt;-_- ok. good good game. you just lost your chance at getting a one year free membership at st james power station babe. WAB.&lt;br /&gt;so just now went over to abbeh's place to pass her the money i owe her cause she helped me to get spicy calamari from chippy yesterday and dang it was soooo sedap. i finished it up pretty quick. haha. and then she told me about her friend who wants her to pay ten freakin bucks for a bbq that &lt;u&gt;she didnt even go for&lt;/u&gt;. what the hell is wrong with you, abbeh's friend?  well, its definitely something. &lt;br /&gt;there's no food at home at the moment and i havent eating since i woke up and its already 12/20pm. maybe i should call kfc and when they come, i  just might take my deodorant spray and spray them and blind them temporarily while i take the food that i ordered. haha. maybe i just might. but i dont even have the number for the delivery service so nevermind. there goes my chances of enjoyng a great meal. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;my brother's still not home yet. i figured that he stayed overnight at the chalet and might be terrified to come home cause he was supposed to be back last night at 12am. or....he's still sleeping. haha. yap. thats probably it.&lt;br /&gt;well gotta go sweets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116615664361061768?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116615664361061768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116615664361061768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116615664361061768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116615664361061768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-im-home-whole-day-and-im-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116611961452077141</id><published>2006-12-15T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T02:06:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chatting with shiqah on the phone right now telling her what im typing. lynette was just over and sorry to the people i was chatting with cause it wasnt me ok. &lt;br /&gt;sorry alfred for leading you on to have english tuition with me.&lt;br /&gt;sorry izzat for pretending to not know who you are and telling shiq tht im your girlfriend and that im going dating with you at the science centre. and no, you cannot borrow black hot shorts frm me.&lt;br /&gt;sorry kayjm10@hotmail.com for you being so desperate after i diss you then you tell me sorry and then you believe me when i told you that there is a club at siglap centre. haha. which there isnt btw.&lt;br /&gt;sorry azriyan. &lt;br /&gt;good game. that was pretty much fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to meet shiq at the workplace with the girls and then we went shopping at bugis with nurul, shubee, and kamalina and then shubee got her pants for only ten dollars and it was a perfect fit. fuyoh i cant ever do that. i have to take out the seems and then alter it. haha. so then they crashed at my place for about fifteen minutes and then they took taxi to jurong and also to kamalina's place. &lt;br /&gt;dee's going off to LA on saturday so just wanna wish you the safests of trips and dont forget michael's number for me, or whoever is good looking there. no limit also can. haha. love you babe (:&lt;br /&gt;ok so tmr, or today since its already 2am in the morning, im going to meet shiq at bugis! whoots. can shop without kachings again. how fun is that. and temptation is a mother. how we lust for one another. and no shiq, too bad i aint lesbian. cause i know how much you long for me... lek sua.&lt;br /&gt;haha. shiq just called me a cheeb. what the hell. up yours man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;scooby dooby dooby doo shiq.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get my pay ah. only gonna get it during mid jan. dammit. someone take me shopping please. i'll send you a credit card so you can get stuff then before the bill gets in, you run off to kazackstan or something and grow a beard and change your passport then come back to singapore. good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. im thirsty. i need water but im too scared to go downstairs. and shiq is an alien cause she's literally green in colour. she only looks brown cause she airbrush herself with sallyhanson's leg brush thing. haha. yuppa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all the people online just now, esp alfred, I AM SO SO SORRY. HAHAH. EXCEPT FOR KAJYM10@HOTMAIL.COM CAUSE I THINK YOURE WEIRD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE DARLS. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116611961452077141?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116611961452077141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116611961452077141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116611961452077141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116611961452077141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/chatting-with-shiqah-on-phone-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116593666376143641</id><published>2006-12-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:17:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i woke up early and i ended up reaching the mrt station at kembangan at 930am when work was going to start at 10. i always underestimate how dumb i am &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt the latest! i managed to get there at 955 and jason came in right behind me. and guess what? darren came in after lunch and told paul that he couldnt make it in the morning cause he wasnt feeling too well but when i asked him what &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; happened, he showed me the shhhhh sign and said that he woke up late. hahaha. what a sucker. i should learn from the man.&lt;br /&gt;so had lunch with xin yi and this other chinese girl and i learnt that apparently both of them had "lazy eye" in primary school and their eyes got healed without surgery. plus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU CAN GET RID OF YOUR MOLE FOR ONLY TEN DOLLARS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that. &lt;br /&gt;AND its this acid thing you rub on the mole and after a few days, the mole will just &lt;u&gt;pop off&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the world never seizes to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than that, i learnt that xin yi really loves her food. and every kind of food there is available, she likes it all. she can be the new host for makan sutra. and she's so wise i tell you. the other chinese girl asked, "if you have two guys to choose from, one handsome and the other ugly, who would you choose?".&lt;br /&gt;actually, its a very straightforward answer in any case. but xin yi went "actually doesnt matter what he looks like la. as long as he is nice, any guy also can."&lt;br /&gt;chinese girl went "she desperate what". -_-&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's sales were quite good, considering on how keen people were on getting their credit cards compared to all the other days i tried persuading them. and you should know how pathetic i sound in the morning, still not totally awake. and if you dont, im just letting you all know, its a complete &lt;u&gt;turnoff&lt;/u&gt;. and what, i just told them the basic benefits of the card and they were so on(entusiastic) on getting their application forms sent to them right away. its just a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;with a lot of benefits. and i mean ALOT. and the deal's all good so get your very own UOB Credit Card today. &lt;br /&gt;i hope im getting paid for all this promoting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got ten customers today and i spent the rest of the day killing time. and it went really slowly. usually doesnt. but after work i went to the library while waiting for my dad and i bumpped into meehan who was working there and i voted for the *scape place. and they were really good ones too. then went home with my dad and got a call from mee han asking to go for dinner when i just reached home. haha. but gonna catch up with her this thursday so that will be fun (:&lt;br /&gt;tmr meeting the girls for lunch and shiq, see you on your lunch break tmr. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. a little tired from the brightness of the screen. its almost blinding. like bling bling. (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as they say, SEE YA'LL LATERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116593666376143641?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116593666376143641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116593666376143641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116593666376143641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116593666376143641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-i-woke-up-early-and-i-ended-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116585411777530847</id><published>2006-12-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:31:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was great!&lt;br /&gt;went to meet shiq at work cause i got no work but i got work tmr so im not able to go to sentosa tmr. DAMMIT. and tmr im working alone and i got no one to go for lunch with. what a loner man.&lt;br /&gt;so after her lunch i went to meet abbeh in the train then we went to go to pcstudio to get abbeh's hair treatment done. and so it took AGES. we came there at 3 and we left at six. haha. good game. and then after tht we headed down to fareast plaza to shop and i got shades, a necklace and i got my pumps too(earlier in the afternoon). whoots. haha. shopping at fareast was good. cause today i finally got stuff. and it was cheap. the necklace was only 5 kachings and the shades were only nineninty. ((:&lt;br /&gt;after the insanity of all the shopping, me and abbeh went to walk through town on the way to one of the mrt stations and we camwhored! haha. here's the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/204497/P1030254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/781141/P1030254.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/480061/P1030262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/465614/P1030262.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/47437/P1030265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/907137/P1030265.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AND AFTER!!&lt;br /&gt;abbeh's hair rocked man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/262592/P1030273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/290869/P1030273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at town, statue people! after the photo was taken, the man got out of his still position to check how much money there was in the box that he laid out for people to put kachings in -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbeh was so persistant that i'd be the man. so i had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/255384/P1030274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/727354/P1030274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/202569/P1030276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/378741/P1030276.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we also took pictures by this huge chrismas tree. man were we in a good christmasy mood. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/986370/P1030279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/133895/P1030279.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing im under is actually a stick man. or more likely, a woman. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went to shop a little at the heeren and i got a candycane, which soon we realised that was the same colour as abbeh's shirt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/982532/P1030283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/294952/P1030283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/592215/P1030284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/604707/P1030284.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/8173/P1030285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/399334/P1030285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shoes galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/524633/P1030287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/659897/P1030287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was the last picture before the batteries died on us. ya good. haha. saved the world some peace. haha. &lt;br /&gt;well gtg. got work tmr. see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116585411777530847?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116585411777530847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116585411777530847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116585411777530847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116585411777530847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-great-went-to-meet-shiq-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116576226329220402</id><published>2006-12-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:51:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from dinner. spent the whole day with the family today. at first we were planning to go to malaysia to shop but then we realised that jeff hadnt extended his passport. haha. wtf. so thus we couldnt go and went to eat lunch at hajjah maimunah. the food there rocked. and then we headed to shop at town. i picked out the shirts that i liked from pull and bear but my mum didnt wanna get it cause she didnt like it. so i followed her around but looking for my clothes and i got stuff that she picked out. haha. i really should go shopping alone one of these days. cept i got no kachings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tmr theres no work. next week im only working on tuesday and thursday cause theres too many applications for the bank to handle. who woulda known huh? well, that means my paycheck will be coming in even later than i would like it too. haha. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i watched HAPPY FEET yesterday! the show was great! so cute and funny. hoho. here's a caption from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seal chases penguin.&lt;br /&gt;penguin finally escapes onto dry land where the seal can only move at around 500m an hour and bumps into 5 "mexican" penguins.&lt;br /&gt;penguins tease seal on how slow it is.&lt;br /&gt;seal: just remember, i know where you live. and when i catch you, im going to eat you with kechup.&lt;br /&gt;penguin: that is if you CATCH UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. (penguins laugh too btw.)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;stupid funny show.&lt;br /&gt;cartoons rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other day i slept over at abbeh's. was so fun. we stayed up talking and eating biscuits with everything we could find in her fridge which included: skippy peanut butter and jam, margarine, mcd's caramel dip and god knows what. and it was so sedap.&lt;br /&gt;she was supposed to wake up early to reach joochiat at 9am to play badminton with her friends but we ended up waking up at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;go us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr will be going to meet shiq and kamalina for lunch cause shiq's working tmr, wednesday and friday. so i'll be all alone on tuesday and thursday. gosh im such a loner man. someone should sue me. hope i can get some pumps tmr. i cant go one wearing my brown slippers with everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116576226329220402?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116576226329220402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116576226329220402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116576226329220402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116576226329220402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-came-back-from-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116529396620118279</id><published>2006-12-05T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:46:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been feeling that well and i got an mc for 2 days so i didnt go to work today and yesterday. the stomach's killing me. but the fever's gone today (: last night it got up to 40.1 and it did freak me out. went for dinner with the parents and the whole thing started again.&lt;br /&gt;so now its much better, seeing as how i spent one whole day doing absolutely nothing but lying down on the couch and watch tv and SLEEP. haha. &lt;br /&gt;im going for lunch, well not really lunch cause im only to eat like soupy stuff or porridge. :/ yep. had this vegetable can soup for lunch yesterday and it tasted fuckish. so pple, dont buy any can soup other than that mushroom soup that tastes great. haha. screw soups. i want ayam goreng.&lt;br /&gt;mum's been so wonderful. and dad. they stayed up the whole night with me on the night i got sick. and then after that brought me to the doctor. and when i went in, the doctor pressed my stomach really hard to see where it hurts and since it was already infected, the hard pressing made it so much more painful. dang. the stomach's absolutely bloated and i feel like im pregnant, not that i am or anything. haha. &lt;br /&gt;well gtg eat now. hungry as hell. lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116529396620118279?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116529396620118279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116529396620118279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116529396620118279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116529396620118279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/havent-been-feeling-that-well-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116506820049116472</id><published>2006-12-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:03:20.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wont ever be able to find the courage to tell you. &lt;br /&gt;so i was just wondering, is there more to this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116506820049116472?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116506820049116472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116506820049116472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116506820049116472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116506820049116472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wont-ever-be-able-to-find-courage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116498233066997170</id><published>2006-12-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:12:40.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of work. and it was kinda ok (:&lt;br /&gt;went to meet kamalina and shiq in the morning and then we headed to the office. haha. sounds so weird saying it and all, and i guess you could say that im somewhat of a NOOB. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;so today i got 8 customers to sign up for the credit cards with me and kamalina got 8 too. but hell, i think shiq's a telemarketing prodigy cause she did a whacking &lt;u&gt;10&lt;/u&gt;. whoots smoots! im quite surprised at how fast the day past. just zooop and it ended. i got this customer who was this lady and she was the last customer of the day and i convinced her to upgrade the lady's card to the lady's platinum and so we almost closed the deal till she decided to "reconsider". and her main reason behind it was that she thought the lady's card was nicer compared to the platinum one. you see, the lady's card has a red rose on it while the plat card is silver in colour. haha. seriously, i dont get it. she was a really nice customer though (:&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at mcd's. almost went to lj which im currently craving so if anyone happens to go there today please help me bungkus! shiite to that. but im really that desperate(for LONGJOHNFOOD).&lt;br /&gt;we went to bedok after work. and we were embarrasing ourselves in the mrt, or maybe it was just me. haha. almost fell alot of times. heart jumpped too. haha. shiq bought sushi at bedok and then all of us headed home.&lt;br /&gt;am dead tired now. hungry as well. dammit. LJLJLJLJLJLJ here i come for you... tmr. damn damn damnit. meeting the rest for band tmr morning and me and kiki are gonna collect more pics for the project we're on. (: hope i rmb to bring the camera though.&lt;br /&gt;well gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116498233066997170?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116498233066997170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116498233066997170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116498233066997170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116498233066997170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116478560679722385</id><published>2006-11-29T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:35:03.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snippy snip snip; i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;so much for keeping long hair huh? well, i cant manage it and the hairs kept dropping so i'm resorting to snipping it off.&lt;br /&gt;cut(ed) hair at vibes. i didnt really like the place at first, but they do give great haircuts for only 10 kachings. i guess its better to cut there than any other 10minutehaircutforonly10dollars, which mind you, i have tried, and no, it didnt turn out nice &lt;u&gt;at all.&lt;/u&gt; so never ever trust those.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday me and shiq went to the interview and we got the JOB!!! whoots. its 6 kachings an hour so it turned out to be okay. and now both of us can change the occupation in friendster as &lt;i&gt;telemarketeers&lt;/i&gt;, or however its spelt. whoots. we're gonna get income babe!&lt;br /&gt;kamalina's going for the interview today at the same place that we went to yesterday. shiq's following her but im too lazy to go today. wanna watch tv and then later im going down to the posb office to get my account open or something like that. good luck smucks!&lt;br /&gt;so after the job interview yest, me and shiq went jalaning around marina square and eventually ended up at times, reading stupid phrasebooks. one that really made us hysterical was the german one. seriously, they're weird and horny (just like YOU fyi, and YOU should know who YOU are cause YOU seem to like the german culture alot.) &lt;br /&gt;so under the section "sex", this was what they translated. (only in english cause i cant speak the language.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they translated what this was:&lt;br /&gt;1. easy tiger.&lt;br /&gt;2. I CANT GET IT UP. (?????)&lt;br /&gt;3. dont worry. I'LL GET IT UP MYSELF. (?????!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he book's under the brand "LONELYPLANET".) go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yes, they are a little weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home and then went to parkway with abbeh to pick up some photos for her caption thing that's being held today i think.&lt;br /&gt;all the best (:&lt;br /&gt;but i think i already might be over by now. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;and yus is at training at the expo right now(!!) while vic is at pasta-and-(lots of)hot-italian-men-land. otherwise known as italy. oh the pasta. yummeh pasta.&lt;br /&gt;the nanny's on starworld now. and gonna watch it. &lt;br /&gt;lotsa &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116478560679722385?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116478560679722385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116478560679722385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116478560679722385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116478560679722385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/11/snippy-snip-snip-i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116468794576333570</id><published>2006-11-28T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:25:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today me and shiq are going job hunting and are going for interviews that she found in the classifieds. hope we get at least one of them. and i cant find anything presentable to wear. wth. maybe i'll just go full monty. haha. wtf i think i should shut up. but the full monty would definitely freak everyone/thing/self out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok la. gonna get ready. meeting shiq at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;chow chow ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116468794576333570?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116468794576333570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116468794576333570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116468794576333570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116468794576333570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-me-and-shiq-are-going-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116460184949613243</id><published>2006-11-27T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:30:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>da da da da tum ti tum.&lt;br /&gt;today is the first day for the holidays that there is absolutely &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to do, at all. no job interviews, no outings, no movies, no swimming or lepaking. nope, zilch. &lt;br /&gt;feels almost &lt;i&gt;dull&lt;/i&gt;. it is abit peaceful though.&lt;br /&gt;i do want to watch Step Up though. i will. i must. otherwise, i'll just die not being able to watch channing tatum shake it. hoho. what an arse and why the hell is he so hot? damn i should be with him. too bad he's bisexual cause i wouldnt wanna my tongue to go where other guy(s) tongue(s) have already been in.&lt;br /&gt;but he's still hot hot hot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went out with abbeh again. went to vibes to return her the money i owe her so she can pay for her newly PERMED hair, but its gonna turn into huge waves soon cause thats what she wanted. and i tell you, its 200 percent &lt;u&gt;gorgeous&lt;/u&gt;, so dont worry bout it babe.&lt;br /&gt;after paying for the perm, we went to parkway parade to shop a little, without any kachings again. haha. i hate it, not being able to see something you absolutely love and adore and still not able to buy it. its so nice, and its frustrating. i should really start working so i can get the THING that i really wanna get. art. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;you probably dont know what im talking about but thats probably the whole point. cause if you knew what it was, someone would probably start a movement against it, but honestly, &lt;i&gt;i cant wait&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my mum decided that we're going for a holiday somewhere, and the location is yet to be decided. im afraid that if i get a job, i wont be able to get the days off needed and i'll be stuck at my gran's house or somethng. and i really wanna go to another place to do absolutely nothing. well, it would be exactly like what its like now, except more exotic. haha. &lt;br /&gt;so after parkway, we wanted to go to tamp to check out the 9.90 pumps/heels that she saw the other day when abbeh's mum called and said that she was fetching us to go for dinner and it was like 5pm. haha. early dinner man. didnt regret going though. &lt;br /&gt;we went to damsey road, somewhere along holland v. so many white people that i swear im thinking that they're gonna start their own colony there like the british. and all of them were talking in funny languages like french or something. sexy though. haha. too bad most of them were with their children and stuff. the food was scrumtious. and the place was secluded. &lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, despite the growing population of the whites in singapore, i only know 2 of them, victor and my brother. haha. how absurd.&lt;br /&gt;and kamalina just called and asked me to go over and eat at mc and then go watch some movie's at her place. she's the godfather of movies. i think she has every movie ever made, except for step up, so thats fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; one more day before im gonna watch STEP UP, so that makes it TOMORROW! WHOOTS. &lt;br /&gt;and here are two photos that we took at momo. i miss that night. &lt;br /&gt;and shiq,can you pls take down that obscene photo. im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/385183/momo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/704204/momo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiq, isya, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/398677/momomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/770760/momomo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/574441/momoplaygrnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/591494/momoplaygrnd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the ticket that we got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this period of time, my brother was pissed with his friend who was really mat and yet he tried to be all brit and he kept pissing my brother off so my brother took revenge by doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/558757/mamsia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/22906/mamsia.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116460184949613243?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116460184949613243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116460184949613243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116460184949613243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116460184949613243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/11/da-da-da-da-tum-ti-tum.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116446670796557986</id><published>2006-11-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:10:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to a funeral. i dont like funerals, never really have. she died in her sleep and left her two children and husband. the worst part is one of them is getting married next year. but i guess she had a peaceful death. she died in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;we got the call in the early part of the morning. my grandma called up all of us. my mum shouted and we went to get ready and i fell asleep. ya i know. im such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;at around 10 plus we went over to the house. nurul was on the bed with her mum. she cried really bad, and hard. and no, not nurul faradella. nurul my aunt. akasha wasnt in the best of states either. it wouldnt really be a good thing losing your mum and even though me and my mum &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; get along, and i mean never, i would never want to lose her. not in a million kazillion years. &lt;br /&gt;it was tense. the sniffing. the swollen eyes. the utter silence of a loss. when they were about to bring her to the mosque, nurul cried out even harder. it was heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;may she rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt go to the kubur cause i had the thing. my mum and dad went though. and jeff had a gig today. after i came home, i changed and went out with abbeh to go window shopping. and i didnt really have much money. but i did get ice cream from the heeren though (: nice. nice. nice. i still crave that. damn. and i bumpped into fauzi, idham, wayne, yong lin, hazizi and khai. haha. i think they came from band or something. and is it me or  does wayne play the guitar?? haha. i'll have to be updated on that! (; &lt;br /&gt;me and abbeh wore heels and i think that pretty much wore us down. saw such cheap and fucking nice tops that i couldnt get cause i lack the kachings but that will soon not be a problem cause me, shiq and kamalina(otherwise known as nana) are getting jobs from my uncle at an unknown location. hardiharhar. hope we can start soon cause i dont wanna work in the hair spa thing, promoting those hair products that probably dont even work at all. haha. sorry employer!!&lt;br /&gt;the other day me and kamalina went back to band during their sectionals and we took a few snapshots. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/810463/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/197572/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/694437/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/975198/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/572038/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/349677/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/81397/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/342168/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/258545/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/359745/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/514213/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/463364/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/366132/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/574573/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/129047/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/909810/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at wisma, me and abbeh went to topshop and got a top each at discount (: and i saw this purple top that caught my eye and then i went into the changing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/512878/P1020861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/648426/P1020861.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/301134/P1020860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/879412/P1020860.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i wondered why the sales assistants were sniggering when they unhooked the clothes and led me to the changing room. wtf. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i settled with another obscene top. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/1600/505979/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7182/347/320/49358/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished a whole can of whip cream and without a doubt, i'll get fat. haha. tasted good though. damn good.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off now. dead tired. tomorrow having lunch with abbeh at pway. &lt;br /&gt;lotsa love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116446670796557986?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116446670796557986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116446670796557986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116446670796557986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116446670796557986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-went-to-funeral.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116428034795275800</id><published>2006-11-23T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:12:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry abbeh but im lazy to reply at the tagboard so i'll do them here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to,&lt;br /&gt;-al-:thanks and slams hari raya to you too (:&lt;br /&gt;noi:thanks for the wishes (; all the best to you too.!&lt;br /&gt;abby:sorry but its only stagnant to keep away the mosquitoes from breeding. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger A:haha? do i? doesnt really seem so, to me or anyone else but thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;Stranger Gill:hey there!! yup. o's are over and there's just so much to do, and yes, im FREE and lovin' it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Fala: alright. youre from bnss huh? oritey then.&lt;br /&gt;noi:haha. yup, sure is! im not too sure and im just gonna decide when i get my results. for the moment, no thoughts about school (;&lt;br /&gt;Abby: you shoulda brought sun block man. and good to know you got colour but thing is, its gonna &lt;u&gt;peel&lt;/u&gt; soon! *gasp. but nevermind about that, once the peeling's over you'll get brand new skin. haha. see you in a bit burnt ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116428034795275800?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116428034795275800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116428034795275800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116428034795275800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116428034795275800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-abbeh-but-im-lazy-to-reply-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116427330441790330</id><published>2006-11-23T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:15:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished applying for jobs with kamalina and shiq, and we were with amina and arnina. they came over in the morning to swim and i could only tan cause i have you know what. haha. we applied for jobs at novo, dority perks, famous amos and rusty and me and shiq already got accepted in this job we went for at marine parade but the hours are too little. so we applied for more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went tanning in the morning with nurul and sheik and syafiq built sandcastles while were were tanning. ive been tanning so much and you would expect me to be really red/brown. but NOPE. hardly any difference so i guess that sucks. haha. we didnt bring any mats to suntan so we bought a &lt;i&gt;table cloth.&lt;/i&gt; hardiharhar. and it turned out to be way too small and half of my body was covered in sand. so next time you go there, make sure you bring your own. (*:&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday nght shiq, aisyah, yus, iskandar and i went to club momo for this gig and SPANISHFLY PLAYED!!! OH MY GOD THEY ARE WAY FREAKIN GOOD AND I SWEAR I LOVE MY BROTHER TO BITS CAUSE NOT ONLY DID HE GIVE ME SPANISHFLY UNDERWEAR, HE'S ALSO A TALENTED ASS. WHOOTS. seriously, i will not fail to go to all his performances cause he's so damn good, and the band that is. &lt;br /&gt;we reached at club momo at around 730pm and only went in at around 8. ben and mark was also there and mark looked so much like mike that i said "hi mike" instead. haha. the first band to play was this new band with this average looking guy as the lead singer, and i tell you, when he sang, he SANG. that voice coming out of him was unexpected and powerful. if i ever get to sing like that or even better(hahaha.), i'll quit school and.. god knows what, i'll have to think about it when it doesnt rain everytime i sing. haha. &lt;br /&gt;the second band was SPANISHFLY. they sang songs like remember you and blow and go. i got from the back to go to the front to snap pictures of them and i got a lolly from ming!!(who apparently knows how to shake it, &lt;i&gt;well&lt;/i&gt;.) i'm in love with him. and so is shiq, too bad he's getting married soon. oh well, ming, you still rock. ((:&lt;br /&gt;me and shiq and isk went to the front till the end of spanishfly's performance and then we went to have a drink at the next room where a bunch of girls were dancing. the toilets rock. i'll put up the pics when i get them from shiq and aisyah. when we went in, we saw caracel perform. they were good and they were kinda indie-emo. and they had ALOT of fans. &lt;br /&gt;after them was GREAT SPY EXPERIMENT, my second favourite. i swear i will go to every gig they play at cause they are &lt;b&gt;good.&lt;/b&gt; at first a few girls went up front to dance and it looked so tempting to go up there. when we did want to, the song was about to be over and the next song was slow so we just sat there looking at some weird things pple were doing around us, including this little girl who joined the morsh(ithinkthatswhatitscalled) and then fiercely went around whacking the guys. haha. voilent man that girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the next song that GSE played was funky and groovable, so me, aisyah and shiq went up! yup, for the first time in my life, i danced. i mean dance with other people and i had the most fucking fun in my entire life. not even a boyfriend could beat that, no offence though. haha. but i wanna dance again! and that means you shiq and aisyah. haha. fuck cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;after gse, the gig ended with amanda and des from electrico spinning at the next room, if only i were allowed to stay longer, coulda danced more. and since abbeh was in camp, i just wanna let you know that you missed the best time ever. hehe. sorry babe. it was 1130pm and my dad told us to be back by latest, 1145pm and my brother went around with the rose that he took from me that ming had given me cause he found out that i was jeff's sister(!!!! [:) so that he(jeff) could give that rose to this girl that he liked. ming said that he was looking to get laid. haha. and while we were waiting for my brother to find this girl, isk went to the front and started dancing &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;by himself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. yup. everyone was shocked and amazed and we started clapping and cheering when we saw like ten to eight girls coming up to dance with him. yup. fuyoh and power.&lt;br /&gt;we left around 1150 and my dad was fucking pissed when we got back and he confiscated my phone and told me that i couldnt go to the chalet thing. in the end, he changed his mind. &lt;br /&gt;so that was the most fun ive had in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats till next time. &lt;br /&gt;lotsa love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116427330441790330?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116427330441790330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116427330441790330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116427330441790330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116427330441790330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-finished-applying-for-jobs-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116338936289916111</id><published>2006-11-13T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:42:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would like to urge to all singaporeans/tourists to please pee properly and if you are genetically not able to, please wipe your pee off the seat after use. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116338936289916111?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116338936289916111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116338936289916111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116338936289916111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116338936289916111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-would-like-to-urge-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116187625820527842</id><published>2006-10-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:24:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did treatment for my hair today and its anti-frizz and healthy! whoots!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to all, selamat hari raya!&lt;br /&gt;this year hari raya wasnt that much fun la. went to my grandmother's house and then stayed there for practically the whole day. yup. and not much people came cept for the close cousins and aunties and uncles. colated some money though. and spent most of it. harhardihoho. bought pants, flip flops, tops and yes, some of it contributed to the hair. i feel relaxed and rejuvenated and yes, ready to tackle the books. or study, whatever, etc. &amp; just now they messaged my hair for like 15mins to half an hour and it was super di duper SHIOK. YUP. UTTERLY AND WITHOUT A DOUBT &lt;u&gt;SHIOK&lt;/u&gt;. THE COFFEE THEY MADE SUCKED THOUGH. LIKE EATING BITTERGUARD.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least it was worth it. and it was damn cold.&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i had a big, huge, enormous fight with my mother and it was so dumb and pointless and hurtful. what the hell. im not gonna be bothered anymore. yep, i know you have feelings and maybe its time that you realise im a person too and i feel and i know what im doing, which isnt looking at boys all the time, so give me a bloddy break.&lt;br /&gt;so its ten days up till the o's and im not that ready so from today onwards, no going shopping, no pissing around and getting distracted. im going to do this exam right and get satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;im on a BLOG BREAK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116187625820527842?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116187625820527842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116187625820527842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116187625820527842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116187625820527842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-did-treatment-for-my-hair-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116142793199284768</id><published>2006-10-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:52:12.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from the airport studying with tiffy, meijun, fel and jia lin. was ok la. but the food there was expensive with a capital everything. seriously. a can drink is 2 bucks. so i came back at around 5 plus and then my mum who thought i had spent the day at school asked me "its deepavali. the shop is closed. so how was the school open? you go out right?"&lt;br /&gt;so i just told her that the band didnt have any tamils and that they decided to open the school for the band anyways. didnt think she bought it thought. obviously not, coming from a woman who thinks heels are slippers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;going siglap centre i think. with abbeh. and she got HEELS! whoots. walk slower. and slower than the pace she already walks at. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sorry la.&lt;br /&gt;ok la. &lt;br /&gt;abbeh walks as fast as flash.&lt;br /&gt;and even faster in heels.&lt;br /&gt;go abbeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116142793199284768?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116142793199284768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116142793199284768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116142793199284768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116142793199284768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-came-back-from-airport-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116124587569619770</id><published>2006-10-19T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:18:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why im doing this but i guess you could say that im giving myself a headache. yeah i like him but the thing is, he's way outa my league. way out. he's still in love with an ex and how can anyone, esp me, compare to that? this is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;but he's great.&lt;br /&gt;utterly great.&lt;br /&gt;unmistakably great.&lt;br /&gt;awesomely great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;addictively&lt;/b&gt; great.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant tell him.&lt;br /&gt;even though i dont know him that well. or well at all.&lt;br /&gt;so here i stand, hoping. &lt;br /&gt;im a dwib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shitte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116124587569619770?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116124587569619770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116124587569619770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116124587569619770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116124587569619770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know-why-im-doing-this-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116118723453595435</id><published>2006-10-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:00:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love myspace i love myspace i love myspace i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my o level practicals are TOMORROW! god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;all the best people. lets try not to fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116118723453595435?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116118723453595435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116118723453595435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116118723453595435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116118723453595435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-myspace-i-love-myspace-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-116057291106675997</id><published>2006-10-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:21:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. o levels are in &lt;u&gt;26 days&lt;/u&gt;. and i got 25 points for my o level. so that probably isnt good at all. nope. not even merely satisfying. so much for a great job when i grow up, at least i can try.&lt;br /&gt;so just finished tuition. some pple are here at my house, namely acap, yadi, zah and faizal. today's jufri's birthday!!! whooh! he's eighteen and he's legally a smoker. haha. there's like ten boxes of pizza here and i think its almost finished. confirm will la. if there's extra then abbeh and simmie can have some ((:&lt;br /&gt;going over to simran's soon i think. gonna hang out for a while. and there aint no school tmr ((: nicholas and jean didnt come today either. they were studying at ang mo kio library. and theres a possibility that they'll get caught cause of all the huha on the gastric flu going around. and theyre calling up all the students who dont come. and shiq got that flu too. they thought it was apendicitis and it ended up not being anywhere close. lucky man. or else cannot take o levels this year and have to stay back one more year to do it again with the sec 3 batch. whoots that would really suck.&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow the ashadelliqahs are going to go study (: hopefully everyone can make it. and hope i can make it out of this house. &lt;br /&gt;well gtg. probably going over now or maybe a shower would be nice. but i dont feel dirty since im white all the time. haha. wtf. what a dumb self skin colour "joke". haha. see you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-116057291106675997?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/116057291106675997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=116057291106675997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116057291106675997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/116057291106675997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115970679401871015</id><published>2006-10-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:46:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry if you happen to be fasting while you're reading this but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imdrinking&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;chocolatemaltmilkshake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and damn its creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115970679401871015?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115970679401871015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115970679401871015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115970679401871015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115970679401871015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sorry-if-you-happen-to-be-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115959350486819902</id><published>2006-09-30T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:18:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its raining and i havent showered. haha. was supposed to go study with shiq today but im not allowed out to study anymore. my mother apparently thinks that i go to kfc to study to check out boys -_-. wtf. then when i retaliate, she says that she was my age once and that &lt;i&gt;she knows&lt;/i&gt;. serious, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully my mum will give me my contacts today cause my eye is completely healed!! whoots. i swear if i have to push up my glasses up my nose one more time cause its heavy, i'll break it. haha. not. cause i just pushed it up and its annoying the crap out of me. bleargh i hate glasses.&lt;br /&gt;im like a freakin nerd.&lt;br /&gt;but abby says im not smart enough to be looking this nerdish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna take a shower and then MUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, heard from some people that they dont like "kecoh girls". hoho. &lt;br /&gt;sorry ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is something seriously wrong with me. i dont feel like myself anymore. or maybe its just when i look in the mirror i see a nerd. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115959350486819902?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115959350486819902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115959350486819902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115959350486819902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115959350486819902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-raining-and-i-havent-showered.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115950148073020410</id><published>2006-09-29T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:44:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there. yep am home once again. the red eye thing is getting a little bit worse but it isnt swollen at all now. just hope its not some freakish infection. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry abbeh that i didnt come over yesterday. was emersed in the computer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and someone added me in friendster, just. (((: &lt;br /&gt;i'd like to jump around but i just woke up and am too lazy to do so. so mentally, im jumping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;OK. IM BORED. BORED TO DEATH. I WANNA SOCIALIZE. GOD HELP ME. 2 MORE DAYS OF ISOLATIONISM TILL THIS THING GETS BETTER AND IF IT DOESNT I DO NOT WANNA GO BLIND.&lt;br /&gt;btw, wanna see how freakish my eye looks? heh. i'll let you see it anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/280920061045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/280920061045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Woohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Woohoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres a photo from a time at the airport with shiq, kamalina and shubee. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa luv &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115950148073020410?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115950148073020410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115950148073020410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115950148073020410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115950148073020410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115943830048546591</id><published>2006-09-28T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:11:40.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am home. haha. never went to school today. i have &lt;i&gt;congengivitus&lt;/i&gt;. i think thats how i think its spelt anyway. and i have to wear glasses till its completely healed and i have an mc. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, take care people and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY RAGING HORMONES!!! ALSO KNOWN AS AMINA MAISARA BINTE MUSA. HARDIHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115943830048546591?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115943830048546591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115943830048546591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115943830048546591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115943830048546591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115917380135545690</id><published>2006-09-25T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:43:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from the malay b oral and it sucked big time full stop. i even forgot what good afternoon was in malay. haha. i went "selamat uhhh..." then i just said uhh til they helped me figure out what it was. that was damn bimbotic. haha. anyway, went to st pats for the oral. and i felt weird. and then there was this guy also taking malay b that i found damn familiar but i couldnt figure out where he was from so i just brushed it off. but im still damn fucked up about it all. imagine if i fail MALAY B? wtf. i'll commit suicide la.&lt;br /&gt;there was also this other guy who was quite a saddist. said something about why didnt the car just go all the way and kill me instead of just making a mark on my leg kinda thing. so weird. lucky this is the last time im taking malay b. hope the paper itself wont be there. god.&lt;br /&gt;so later am going to the hospital to go see jeff. he's having the operation right now probably. youch. he's gonna be in that leg brace thing when i see him later. hope all is well. and i hope i wont puke /:&lt;br /&gt;and as promised, here are more pics from grad night ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shubee.me.nurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haris &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20082.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20082.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old man, me and shubee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20087.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shah and kamalina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20090.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20090.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shah and shahirah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiq the photographer. whoo. and the guys. with ali holding the baloons on his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20098.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20098.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and shiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20100.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20100.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the four of us were left after dinner cause nurul had to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well gtg now. get ready and stuff. lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, i saw the message you sent me and you apparently sent it to my brother. &lt;br /&gt;just for the record, no. i dont feel the same way. and i dont think i ever will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115917380135545690?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115917380135545690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115917380135545690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115917380135545690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115917380135545690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-came-back-from-malay-b-oral-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115902871135573271</id><published>2006-09-23T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:25:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey hey. my parents just came back frm somewhere, probably simlimsquare and they got a new laptop for the house!! whoots! its so nice and the fonts in this computer isnt screwed up like the computer upstairs. haha. anyway, here's an update. (like my life's so amazing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was grad night. at the &lt;u&gt;hall&lt;/u&gt;. glamorous as ever. went to shiq's house(late)then changed to a longer skirt then changed back and we all left at 3 plus to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;we realised that we werent the only late ones. and i realised that i wasnt wearing anything too revealing when i saw all the figure-tight dresses and tube tops and ultra mini skirts. haha. thank god. and i love arfah's dress!! its so freaking nice. and nad's outfit too. godamit. haha. maybe one day i'll have a good sense of style. haha. if ever. probably would have to take like a course or something. haha. and we took lots (about a million plus) of photos. seriously. and i didnt take the most number. and i uploaded them all. ((: but im not gonna post them. all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20062.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls in my class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr sheik and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tiffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jin and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the malay 4d peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jialin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20074.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20074.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim eng is super hot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll put up the rest of the photos tmr cause my parents wanna sleep -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was georgeous full stop.&lt;br /&gt;and after all the photos and free food which consisted of chicken wings, beehoon and shortcake, the ashadelliqahs all left for airport to get the "special edition book" that shiq wanted. haha.. so we split up, me and shiq and ashiekha went to times and kamalina and nurul went to meet shiq's mum. the 3 of us wandered through the store and then went to minibits went and incident happened.. haha.. wont talk about that but the thing shiq bought at the store was so cool and much cheaper than i imagined. very groovy. so after that we were supposed to meet kamalina and nurul somewhere so the 3 of us went down the escalator beside swensons. as usual, i cursed saying how much i hated it cause i never got to eat there and shiq went "too bad cause we all got no money." and so we turned left after we got off the escalator. and that swensons was just lying there. untouched by me. haha. then all of a sudden shiq went &lt;u&gt;IN &lt;b&gt;SWENSENS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and nurul and kamalina was sitting at the table with a huge plate of icecream and pizzas and fries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i love you guys serious. i love you i love you i love you!! thanks a million a kazillion. and sorry i dont have time to put the rest of the pictures.. and once again THANK YOU ASHADELLIQAHS. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'GRADNIGHT06. with the besties. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa lve. omyg. haha. see you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115902871135573271?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115902871135573271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115902871135573271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115902871135573271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115902871135573271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115888641111923923</id><published>2006-09-22T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:53:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am in the computer lab once again doing physics tests and the damn thing wont work so nevermind ((:&lt;br /&gt;today we finish school at 1130am cause tonight is grad night!! in the hall -_- tkss are having it at some mandarin hotel. wtf? and we only get free food. but nevermind. the ashadelliqahs are going to the airport to camwhore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so gtg. mr lau's using his com to see what the students are doing on the computer. haha. see you [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`and i dont wanna leave this sch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115888641111923923?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115888641111923923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115888641111923923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115888641111923923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115888641111923923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-in-computer-lab-once-again-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115872339929276442</id><published>2006-09-20T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:36:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey hey((:&lt;br /&gt;prelims are over. and i got all borderline passes except for science-D7.&lt;br /&gt;yeah its bad. and i havent told my parents about it. im dead. but at least i passed. haha. like thats good. &lt;br /&gt;so after the last prelim paper me, ashiekha, kiki and shiq went to the airport after school and it was great (: will post the pictures soon. cause we took lots of them. haha. &lt;br /&gt;and grad "night" is on friday @ 3pm. i still havent figured out to wear. maybe that topshop skirt but it wouldnt be formal &lt;u&gt;enough&lt;/u&gt;. so fck to that. and after that the ashadelliqahs are going to the airport again! whoots. i love the airport and im going to work there after my o's no matter what and then i'll date some foreigner from mexico or italy or something. haha. maybe;&lt;br /&gt;dylan's beside me and he just told me that thailand has been taken over by military troops. esp bangkok. omyg. they cannot fly out, no &lt;b&gt;handphones&lt;/b&gt;(just like abby!), mo media, no &lt;b&gt;tv&lt;/b&gt;. so pretty much, the whole huge thailand is completely isolated from the rest of the world and my mother would have to buy another type of rice. all my condelences, if they ever get to use a computer. fuck those troops; may they choke and choke.&lt;br /&gt;another bad news came up during recess as well. kamalina's mother who works at the hospital just msged kamalina that my brother has to go for operation cause his ligment is torn.on &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and they're gonna insert this metal thing in his knee and that metal thing will be connected to a brace that will be on his leg. YUCK. today is definitely not a good day. &lt;br /&gt;ftw;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115872339929276442?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115872339929276442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115872339929276442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115872339929276442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115872339929276442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-hey-hey-prelims-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115814018360868386</id><published>2006-09-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:36:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe im saying this.&lt;br /&gt;but im in &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;hot tennis guy&lt;/s&gt; can eat my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even got to talk to him. once. &lt;br /&gt;in my &lt;u&gt;own house&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i know this is dumb la. but shite. i may feel that way. haha. wtf am i saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is very dumb.&lt;br /&gt;but its true.&lt;br /&gt;haha. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;i should get myself a hitman and pay him to kill me. &lt;br /&gt;and yet, i wouldnt ever die. cause im too happy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. im pure bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im such a lameass.&lt;br /&gt;if he reads this he'll get turned off, &lt;br /&gt;if he ever reads ((:&lt;br /&gt;hardiharhar.&lt;br /&gt;oh and he's &lt;b&gt;talented&lt;/b&gt;. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115814018360868386?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115814018360868386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115814018360868386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115814018360868386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115814018360868386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-believe-im-saying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115803241153066410</id><published>2006-09-12T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:40:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from my a maths prelim and it was kinda good. ((: or at least better than emaths. ms rama made the emaths paper so probably everyone in sec 4 will fail. ok maybe not all ah. touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;japan came out for history yesterday! whoots. thank god they asked butt-brained obvious questions like why japan invaded pearl habour and something about the defeat of japan. but i dont think i did that well anyway. my IQ is kosong.&lt;br /&gt;its 1128am and jeff and my dad are at singapore general hospital getting his injured leg checked out. he fell down stairs, or rather jumpped, and its possible that his ligment is torn or something and he woke up today with his leg feeling cold so they're gonna xray it or something. &lt;br /&gt;TOUCH WOOD TOUCH WOOD TOUCH WOOD or he'll have to go for operation and then physiotheraphy. fuyoh. then he'll be tempang forever. /: would be weird. haha. back to being a penguin i guess. haha. hope not.&lt;br /&gt;well gonna go to kembangan cafe to mug. tomorrow's physics and i have no idea about any of the topics except for speed and velocity. haha. wth. so take care people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115803241153066410?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115803241153066410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115803241153066410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115803241153066410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115803241153066410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-came-back-from-my-maths-prelim.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115769654861004830</id><published>2006-09-08T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:22:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to the next prelim papers and i'm absolutely &lt;u&gt;terrified&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my dad even went to wake me up to say "don't disappoint me cause you'll break my heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;gosh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115769654861004830?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115769654861004830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115769654861004830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115769654861004830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115769654861004830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-more-days-to-next-prelim-papers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115751313761203976</id><published>2006-09-06T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:25:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey [: its wednesday and no matter what happens, i aint going out(well maybe to get breakfast) to shop or wonder around cause today's mug day and im gonna study till i die. haha. motivated? kind of la. &lt;br /&gt;so anyway, dont intend to get carried away with blogging but here's some pics from my phone cause i finally got i connected to the computer. haha. gd luck for your prelims pple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/20082006182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/20082006182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-at swiss hotel 20/08/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Cheh%20mr%20make%20all%20the%20girls%20steam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Cheh%20mr%20make%20all%20the%20girls%20steam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jeff posing. haha. really, he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/21082006200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/21082006200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sheikh and phone. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/25082006302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/25082006302.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-day dreaming in class. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/SP_A0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/SP_A0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i guess you can figure out what day it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/31082006400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/31082006400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-photo taking session @ chem lab. w/ dylan. haha. we camwhore ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/24082006262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/24082006262.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the worst of her kind; onglili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/28082006329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/28082006329.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thePOOL. god its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/02092006440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/02092006440.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the sunflower in abbeh's room, but now it doesnt have any petals left. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/31082006407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/31082006407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-teachers day; me and shiqi ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/31082006409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/31082006409.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the lion and the zebra once again, reunite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/31082006410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/31082006410.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/31082006414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/31082006414.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHADELLIQAH &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Me%20%26%20tifio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Me%20%26%20tifio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me &amp; tiffy after class yesterday. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Power%20rangers%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Power%20rangers%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;studying&lt;/s&gt;@mc with abbeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/03092006454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/03092006454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and thats my best friend ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn her new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to sneak out anymore. i'd be too scared to go cycling by myself to her place. haha. ya im a wimp. well gotta go. im hungry as shitte. see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115751313761203976?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115751313761203976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115751313761203976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115751313761203976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115751313761203976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-hey-its-wednesday-and-no-matter.html' 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the first day of the september holidays and well, here im stuck at home using the computer. haha. but only for a while i guess. &lt;br /&gt;i've been using the computer for too long that my head hurts, in addition to the headache i got from eating too much chewing gum. i feel super unhealthy. hoho. and maybe i'll be able to get my jeans today but im a few buckaroos short.maybe after class tmr? i dont know. hopefully. to boost start the holidays. anyway, wanna eat breakfast. again. ive been super hungry these past few days. gtg. and i just made this disgusting temp but the flower rocks [: haha. see you soon pple. &lt;br /&gt;and the term "see you soon" is just a figure of speech, for those who dont know. cause some pple dont. haha. see you {;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115734238856181744?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115721328118320146</id><published>2006-09-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:13:02.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the most and utterly worst news ever;&lt;br /&gt;hot tennis guy has a &lt;u&gt;girlfriend&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yes a girlfriend, &lt;br /&gt;of all the things.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;all my dreams shattered.&lt;br /&gt;my fragile heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall get through this unbearable pain,&lt;br /&gt;and move on.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard it will be,&lt;br /&gt;i will strive to gain indepence once again.&lt;br /&gt;that phoney two timer. sheesh. &lt;i&gt;guys&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeah he does have a girlfriend. some chinese girl who wears seriously high, high heels and cant even walk in them. get a life la. haha. stupid girl. steal my dream guy. but true love shall prevail. and not fantasies so here it is, im over him. hah. in your face hot tennis guy!&lt;br /&gt;it was so unreal la. well anyway, back to reality. today i went to shiq's place to collect my dad's speakers cause he wants to go bird watching. haha. no idea what he would need them for. and then after that went home and then went out again to go to abbeh's place and ate roti prata telur. and somebody thought that i gave her two spoons(when i didnt, i gave her a spoon and a fork) and then she took my spoon and handed me her fork and i was confused. so i looked at her and she went "you think you funny ah?" haha. i didnt know what the hell she was talking about and then i realised that she thought she was holding a spoon and a fork but really, she was holding two spoons. haha.. what a goon man. thats what we have in common ((: only today she won. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;so after we laughed our arses off, we went to study at kfc. she intended to do a chem paper so she just brought that but she forgot the periodic table so in the end she didnt do much and started doodling on foolscap paper while i did tuition homework, which still isnt finished btw. i'll wake up early tmr and finish it then. harhar. like that will ever happen. heh. we ate cadbury &lt;font color=yellow&gt;boost&lt;/font&gt; which incase you dont know, is this really indulging bar of chocolate that has crunchy bits inside it plus CARAMEL. yes it is 1000 percent addictive. and of course, made up purely of chocolate fats. so beware of this addiction. well, better to die fat and satisfied than thin and hungry and missing the whole point in life. seriously, i dont really know how skinny pple live. esp in singapore when our main attraction here is &lt;u&gt;FOOD&lt;/u&gt;. oh lovely, glorious, indulging, FOOD. love it. live it. okay dont. just eat it la. and get fat. or at least chubbier. the chubbier, the more to love babe. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;after the chocolate we studied a bit more and then went to bugis and shopped a little. and then went to city hall and shopped a little more. didnt buy anything though. what a letdown. nothing much nowadays. with the emphasis on food and all, clothes have been neglected. sheesh. at around 630 we met imee and then we went to eat at yoshinoya! had a teriyaki set thing with fishcakes and coleslaw(????) and rice and miso soup. which was awesome btw. then this malay guy was walking past the place and looking at god knows what.. probably trying to check out the menu which was in small print, and before he knew it, he tripped. haha. what a goon. goon is such a nice word. and you'll probably see it quite a few times in this post and future posts. hoho. its just o so satisfying when you type or even say it like when your friend trips you could just go "what a goon" or when your friend shoves your boobies you can go "why the f*ck are you doing touching my boobies you stupid goon" or when you hear pple singing who you know &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; sing, you can just go "shut up la goon" or preferably "my ears are starting to hurt you goon". so, its really a very useful and easy word to use. you should really try it.&lt;br /&gt;so after the tripping abbeh and imee headed for bugis but i had to go home cause it was already way passed my curfew and yet when i came back late, my mum didnt even say anything. its seriously getting strange ah. this niceness btwn me and my mum. i dont not like it but its just &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;. then i went back and ate chicken rice and did somemore homework and i ended up, somehow, using the computer. haha. well gtg now. enjoy the holidays ((: see yer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115721328118320146?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115709492799040152</id><published>2006-09-01T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:15:28.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my tuition teacher just woke up so here i am killing time till he comes instead of rushing to finish his homework. no mood. -_-&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, yesterday was teachers day and it was such a blast ((: in the morning the masqueraders(artini, kiks, shiq, nadiah, amal, shubee, adilah, natasha and me) went to do demonstrate the aces day thing on the stage. haha. yeah if you saw me you would of had shot me with a blowgun but bedok north people were sympathetic. heh. i completely forgot about the chemistry practical recap, the last one before o levels, and i missed it cause of the aces day thing.  miss chen was pissed cause my chem isnt that strong. well, she said that whatever it is, i must at least get a B4 for chem or else i'd have to stay back in school everyday to study till 6 plus, which isnt that bad an idea seeing as how unfocused i am. anyway, back to teachers day. after chem we had physics.. had to do this worksheet thing, only the mcq while the rest of the masqueraders were doing hair, makeup and the mask in the toilet just beside the physics lab. and god they looked great! i looked like some opera singer and danish actually got shocked when i bumpped into him cause i was so pale. hoho. &lt;br /&gt;just before the performance someone took my mask, probably by mistake and then left a seriously small tore one where i left mine. i panicked and when we performed i took it off at the wrong time /: not a good thing btw. i was the only one left without it. hoho. some others had more trouble taking it off with all the tape we used to stick it on our faces. &lt;br /&gt;when the performance was over i freaked out about the mask thing and we all went to watch the other groups perform, and just for your info, the bnss ava sucks. haha. they couldnt play the cds correctly and played the music when the large screen wasnt even up yet. so everyone started shouting "ava sucks!" countless times. so much for professionalism. i think. haha. wtv la im such a fucktard.&lt;br /&gt;took photos and then went to meet the old bedok north people and then went to eat at the canteen where mr s***** told us about what his friends did when they took pot. this girl wanted to send the guy she liked home(she was already high at the time) and when he asked her how, she said she had a jet plane. then he asked her where she parked the jet and her reply was "In my pocket". hoho. wtf. sounds so fun. i wanna try. when im about to die. or when im old and theres nothing much to live for. hoho [;&lt;br /&gt;shiq, kiks, nurul and me went to mc after that and sat there for a while. i was super freakin cold cause it was raining plus there was aircon. i was walking home towards kembangan and i missed the bus and i got pissed and i was seriously tired so i took a taxi home. haha. it was so near. wasted ah. but i couldnt take it. hoho. i went home and my mum came back just after me. she bought the indian version of kuay teow and you know how freakin delicious it is? well its &lt;u&gt;extremely&lt;/u&gt;. god im hungry. too lazy to go and buy. haha. after eating i took a long hot shower and then went to sleep on the sofa with a quilt. haha.. the rain, for the first time made me sick. i slept all the way from 5pm to 7am. hehe. i feel so awake now. but still lazy to go out. wanted to get stationary and then get the speakers from shiq. but nah. im gonna watch tv and eat and study japan today. whoots. hoho. well gotta go now before my computer starts hanging. see you [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115709492799040152?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115674757737635084</id><published>2006-08-28T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:46:17.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do some people do this to me? no idea. dont want to care. but it is so freakin irritating i wanna slash cucumber and feed it to those hamsters living underneath my house. yeap. thats how irritating you are! urghh.&lt;br /&gt;ok i feel much better ((: not. haha. no la. just a little pissed. the world is full of scums. hoho. &lt;br /&gt;so just had my english prelims today. it was purely whatthefuckish. ya. stupid proposal letter that i didnt even look through and the teachers just taught us about it last week. ya great. she didnt even let us finish the compo, not forgetting that she didnt even mark it. wth. paper two was the shitte as well. i think i may fail and if i do, i'll murder myself. with a watergun so i'll die of natural causes i.e. drowning. hoho. i dont wanna fail english of all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;so gonna mug after this. ss on wednesday. got through almost 2 chapters. so much for an a. haha. well gotta go.. and heres the pics ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/19082006101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/19082006101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Wa%3F%3Fna%20fight%20Haha..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Wa%3F%3Fna%20fight%20Haha..jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/SP_A0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115658484842845441</id><published>2006-08-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:34:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's been weird as usual. me and my pmsing. god its been long since i finally get to post. whoots. and thanks for all the birthday wishes pple [: had one of the best birthdays in years. went out with my parents for a sushi buffet and then went to a 70th storey bar!! felt horrible the next day cause i was so damn exhausted. and then after school, got soaked in cold water by the kama, shiq and ashiekha.. haha.. and then shah came and gave me a necklace with my initial on it.. sweet ass. haha. [:&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be dancing with the rest now but my mum wont let me out cause social studies prelim is on wednesday. how cool is that. and so far i have only studied on northern ireland. &lt;br /&gt;and ou yes i got a new phone from my mama. haha.  and the guy sold it to us for 200 kachings less and  took out the usb cables and stuff when he wasnt supposed to so my mum called him and sweared at him over the phone and told him that my dad was going to pick it up from there. fierce. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;and something seriously stupid happened yesterday. you guys are evil. haha. kamalina and shiq called me to conference with them about asheikha fighting with wan and stuff and then in the midst of the conversation "something" went "shahirah..." in a really ghost like voice and i got fucking creeped out. ya i almost cried. haha. and then when i was about to put down the phone, LUQMAN laughed and KAMALINA and SHIQ laughed. you all are so freakin bad man. haha. you betrayed my trust. haha. wtf. im such a wimp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well gotta go now.. my dad's coming back soon and he doesnt know im using. haha. will update after the ss paper. and i'll post pictures from my new phone ((: haha. see ya later alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115658484842845441?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115658484842845441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115658484842845441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115658484842845441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115658484842845441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifes-been-weird-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115588834179993705</id><published>2006-08-18T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:05:41.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at my mother's office right now and using the internet[duhh]. that irrating song by paris hilton is on the radio. wtf. the tune is exactly the same tune as kingston/kingstown. plus her video is practically porno. god.&lt;br /&gt;so yes. today is the day, the day to go get my &lt;u&gt;new phone&lt;/u&gt;!!! whoots. hehe. gonna go to simlim square in my school uniform. how unglam [:&lt;br /&gt;just now had fries and grape juice with kamalina, shiq, nurul and fit at wak jof. am saving for something, possibly a new bag. i know i dont need one but ive become a bag addict. i cant stand using the same old ones all the time thus i get new ones. probably by the time im 20 i'll be able to open up a museum and let pple pay 34.50 kachings to see them. haha. fagly.&lt;br /&gt;well gotta go. prelims are on the thirtieth and my mum is nagging at me supremely to study while she packs all the shirts. well gotta go. tuition tonight too i think. dang. eric was in a bad mood that day and yeah he got pissed with me for using pure chem notes even though i already dropped to sub science. whats wrong? i dont know. the previous droppers from my school actually aced their sub sciences cause they studied via pure science notes so i dont really see the point in him getting all pissy at me. i became pissed too and he just left without saying bye. ok whatever la. angry then just be. haha. broken english.&lt;br /&gt;much love [: kissy kissy. haha. wtf {:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115588834179993705?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115588834179993705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115588834179993705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115588834179993705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115588834179993705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-my-mothers-office-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115547394843607465</id><published>2006-08-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:59:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am at abbeh's house right now. she's eating prata while i use her com. haha. we planned to study today but what the hey, it didnt really work out. woke up at ten this morning and went to do a maths until eric came for tuition  and then it was abbeh's turn. i studied till five plus and then came over here to continue but the both of us didnt have any mood left. we went to study at kfc yesterday too. stayed there for an hour or two then went to city hall to shop a little and we got tops! went to zara and there was a sale. we got striped tank tops, mine in orange and hers in green and they only costed us 7.90 each!! cool. i love cheap stuff. so much for my plan to save up. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;prelims are in 2 freakin weeks and the first two papers are english and ss. god. i only got through half a chapter for ss. what the fook. im gonna curl up into a ball and evaporate so i wont have to take my o's. this is so screwed up. [:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, still havent decided whether to retake my malay or not. im hopeless in that subject but cikgu ameer said that theres still hope if i take malay b and im not even sure if they count that in for o levels. and i think i have to confirm by tmr. &lt;br /&gt;well gotta go. abbeh's done eating. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and this conversation went on during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;mum:how's the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;jeff:it tastes like chicken.&lt;br /&gt;mum:it is chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicely done. dont feel like myself. this is strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115547394843607465?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115547394843607465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>went back early today cuz i had nothing while the rest had their oral. mine's on the 16th so gd luck pple [: &lt;br /&gt;anyway, incase ya'll dont know, today is an extremely bad day. got the malay o level results and i did very badly.. think E8. a BIG FAT ONE. godamit la. i dont know wat my mum is going to say and my dad will be freakin disappointed. oh god. i would write a will if i ownd something. but ya. i broke the moment i saw that 8. like wtf i got an 8. id rather kiss a cockaroach. godamn. just wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115528409482838214?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115528409482838214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115528409482838214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115528409482838214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115528409482838214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/08/went-back-early-today-cuz-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115520811468566104</id><published>2006-08-10T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:08:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am at the poolside nw  and im actually using the psp to serve the internet. cool huh. hoho. anyway, the pic is officially gone. actually its at the bottom of kiki's lift, u noe the hole..incase u want it. so thats about it. i feel completely fine. hope everyone is too. and how i wish this thing had a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;;with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115520811468566104?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115520811468566104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115520811468566104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115520811468566104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115520811468566104'/><link 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amin called him at around ten plus. lucky ass. but i dont think he has holiday tmr, which bnss pple and the rest of the secondary pple in singapore have. (: so yes, tmr am meeting the gang plus adilah and artini and natasha for the dance thing. we're changing the song and stuff. plus new moves. im not a very good dancer and god knows how long im going to take to get the steps right. i hope someone blesses me with the power to gelek or im dead. in a way la. hoho. i wanna dance well la.&lt;br /&gt;so while the three of us were swimming, amina came down (: so long never see her. and she went swimming too. who could resist all that water on such a freakin hot day? haha. so we swam and me and shiq went to get a tan. we got really nice tan lines! and i got somewhat of a natural blush from all the sun and it doesnt hurt like sunburn. at about 2 plus we went to get maggi curry and cooked at my place. it was so damn sedap cause i didnt cook it. haha. amina and shiqs were the chefs. cheh cheh cheh.. haha. after they cooked , we ate. okay. kinda duhh. we drank coke  which resulted in one huge, long, loud burp last night. so tentalizing and satisfying after that. like shitting after 3 days or something and all the pressure is off. haha. too much info. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;after the meal we went to get ready and shower and change and stuff. and for the first time, i wore an off-shoulder top. with that tan. shiq has a nice one too and today she wore that tube dress she wore for musical night. i love that dress man. maybe one day i'll muster enough courage to wear if. hoho. we went to the airport to meet dee, natasha and adilah. they were picking up their honeys. haha. so sweet. like some movie. too bad got no subtitles. dang.after that i went back with adilah cause shiq wanted to stay to study there and wait for her mum. met najib at the station and then we took pics in the empty train. haha. his phone is so cool. so cool that i went to check out the pics inside. saw a couple of pics from racial harmony day and then, there was a video. not porn la. was this girl who messed around with some other girl's bf then 3 girls went to attack her and record it. fucking barbaric. seriously. i was about to puke and adilah was on the verge of crying. sick sick sick. in the midst of beating her, they went to take off her shirt and then 'the other layer'. fuck la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick cunts. its like the lian version of cannibal holocoust. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of lian, just now me and abbeh went to kfc to study after tuition and then when we were done, we went to parkway. the stupidest thing happened. we went to topshop. i was looking through the clothes and abbeh wandered off. so when i saw her picking up this strange top, i, shahirah binte abdul azhur price, thought it was disgusting and commented, "lian". then  suddenly this middle aged woman turns to me, shocked, and gave me the most weird face i have ever come across. it was almost priceless. haha. and no, it wanst abbeh. it was a stranger!! i laughed but i knew that wasnt the best thing to do since i already probably offended her and made her think that i thought she was ah lianish. haha. i said sorry and went to find abbeh. she was at the other end of the shop! haha. wtf la. abbeh laughed. haha. im officially stupid man. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around some more. saw hamsin and that was it. then we went home and turns out that our parents and once again having a bbq, which they had just yesterday. god their turning into bestfriends. its scary. hoho,&lt;br /&gt;so tmr am going to kamalina's place at 930 then we're gonna walk to petal garden. hope i dont get caught. or offered a ride by my dad,&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive  decided that tmr will be the day. i've finally decided that im going to throw the picture away. the picture that i've been holding on to for 2 years and 2 months. i just cant bare to keep it anymore. but were they good memories?  its kinda hard to tell cause it hurt so much and it still does, as  hard as i dont want it to. i just hate you. no explanation available. sorry you still hurt me. and if you read this, hope you dont have it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115513747736847799?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115513747736847799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115513747736847799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115513747736847799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115513747736847799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-was-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115475496459989387</id><published>2006-08-05T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:16:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not being a bitch or anything like that, but please please please can you get the &lt;u&gt;point?&lt;/u&gt; i wanna scream. scream scream scream. so uhuh. its kinda too obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115475496459989387?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115475496459989387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115475496459989387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115475496459989387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115475496459989387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-being-bitch-or-anything-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115475386022409934</id><published>2006-08-05T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:57:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lotsa things been happening lately. lotsa practice. lotsa homework and last night, lotsa sleep. god i feel so good waking up late once again. and yeah, we got through the teachers day auditions [: heh. and some pple were laughing at us before the auditions. like wtf. stupid losers. get lives. slaps. oopps. haha. wtf am i typing?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah today is studying day. i wanna go shop with anyone at anywhere but am saving for the end year trip. its possibly going to be to australia cause one ticket is about 400+ and its definitely cheaper than a ticket to spain which costs almost a thousand. god knows how much clothes i can purchase with 600 kaching. haha. oh the splendor. &lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was the physics mok exam. easier than ever expected. and it was only 8 pages plus mcq. haha. nice. then after sch we ate mee soto and mee rebus and went to take the english mok exam. i managed to think of a storyline but it was kinda dumb; i sacrificed my hand to be bitten by a shark when the shark was about to bite *michael's head off. haha. yeah. very dumb. &lt;br /&gt;going to be very busy with school. mok exams and prelims are so freakin near!! oh god. will i make it? duhh maybe. haha. twisting fingers wont help for sure. study study study. &lt;br /&gt;this post is kinda pointless. haha. anyway, jin just sent me some photos to me from racial harmony day when my camera had no more batt. haha. here goes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/us5again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/us5again.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/malaypeeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/malaypeeps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/whoops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/whoops.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/meandkidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/meandkidi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115475386022409934?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115475386022409934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115475386022409934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115475386022409934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115475386022409934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/08/lotsa-things-been-happening-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115436274454469966</id><published>2006-08-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:19:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hair is cocked up. i wanna shave it off. &lt;br /&gt;ok i dont.&lt;br /&gt;but this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and im going overseas independently after my o's. [:&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115436274454469966?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115436274454469966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115436274454469966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115436274454469966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115436274454469966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hair-is-cocked-up.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>115th post. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's saturday. its 1042am and i woke up at around ten cause i thought the dance thing was at 11am and instead its at 1300. hoho. i feel grumpy. went to sleep at five plus cause the spanish pple are sleeping over. and i tell you it was hectic. danced and played all night and told dirty jokes. haha. it was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;well i told my mum i had class cause thats the only way i can get out of here. i wanna practice. cause when i dance, there aint feeling. i hate it. god why cant i be a dance prodigy or something and get rid of all my dancing insecurities. then i'll be fine. or just have a breezer before dancing. that would really help. haha. problem solve. the last time i drank that i got so weird that i had no chance but to dance cause my body when xiao. what made it strange was that i was alone. haha. in thailand some more. in tht ghostly room. hmp;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, am leaving the house at around twelve and gonna go get some stuff at cold storage and then head to mc damai or something. and i dont have shorts. -_- the only short like thing i have is that boxers that i got from watsons that time. definitely &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; gonna wear that. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;so gotta go. they're awake. hope i get out alive. and my mum doesnt call the school. this is kinda thrilling in a way. im not sure if i like it but i kinda do. haha. see ya babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115414244444204374?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115414244444204374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115414244444204374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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already in the car. plus my mum was kinda tipsy last night, waking me up and yelling at me asking me where the contact lens, facewash, etc, was at when it was so damn obvious cause they were either on the cupboard right next to her or in the toilet. then she just went 'oh'. haha. wth. so ya. dont drink wine. or you'lll end up like that in the middle of the night. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;today onglili came even though i prayed like hell that she wouldnt. she didnt come yesterday you see so i was hoping she was still on leave. but noooo. she wanted to make our day a little more worse than it already was bound to.&lt;br /&gt;after sch today, there wasnt any class. so we practiced dancing for today's teachers day audition, which we only startd yesterday at 5pm. haha. it wasnt too bad cause we managed to get lotsa moves done in such a short span. but when it came to the auditions, i screwd up big time. sorry dorry. seriously i am. but hey. mrs tan ai lin[of all the unexpected pple] gave us another chance to get more ready and complete it by next thursday. omg she's so nice. hoho. i love my discipline mistress. weird huh. well nt that much, seeing as how she's probably planning how she'll catch me for my skirt tmr. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;after the audition, there was a little dispute going on, or shall i say misunderstanding? i dont know. its pretty much one sided cause the other side wont listen to the other side thus causing the two parties to collide and get mad and upset with another. im staying out of it even though its bound to come up again tmr. so pple, dont get so hot tempered about the issue. from my side, its just a misunderstanding and we didnt do it intentionally. so just settle the issue nicely and dabis. ok this isnt helping. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well gotta go. tmr there's english class straight after school. then practice then going out with the pple from spain. see you later alligator. in a while crocodile. &lt;br /&gt;with much love; &lt;br /&gt;not that im such an affectionate person. &lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115400574387393259?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115400574387393259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115400574387393259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115400574387393259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115400574387393259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-today-was-hectic-shite.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115396481912368489</id><published>2006-07-27T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T09:46:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;xing-haha. i dont think i will go online anytime soon deareest. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;luq- hey there luva luq [: ponning sucked. haha. nw im nt sure if my dad will find out. but mr lau is already suspicious /:&lt;br /&gt;frogster- haha. you dont talk much. you pon much more than i do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;al- who are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115379984864339088</id><published>2006-07-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:57:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im being an ass. im not in school today. at katong instead killing time. ponning school is deadly boring. ive been reading since 7am at kembangan cause i fear my parents will see me. my o levels, ok, prelims are in 5 freakin weeks and i still carried out the ponning plan. but am going to watch potc later so i guess it'll be ok. i think. &lt;br /&gt;now im at some cyber cafe occupying myself cause im only gonna meet abbeh at 3pm and its only twelve now so i got at least 2 and a half hours to spare. i got a bad headache from listening to a way too loud mp3 and its super hot. i got myself sunglasses though. it only cost me six bucks. and its huge. i love them with every inch of my soul, well the remaining bit that hasnt gone to the mc delivery guy. speaking of him, i didnt get to see him although me and abbeh went to mc yesterday. we went there to get a double cheese burger after studying at kfc and they gave her a cheeseburger instead. yeah, she went back to claim her original order and the person who had served her a minute before was acting all innocent saying "i served you?". haha. wtf. the mc pple must detest us now but what the hey. at least that mc guy wasnt there. hehe. maybe i should go now. nah. you cant possibly spend 2 and a half hours there without dieing of absolution of boredom. i think they have less than ten shops at siglap center apart from all the fast food outlets and restaurants. and during the great singapore sale(which sadly ends today. sorry shopaholics) siglap centre also participated. -_- yeah 'get 30% of your skirt alteration' or 'ice kacang half price'. ridiculous i know. but ironically, there wasnt a sale of both things mentioned and probably the only price that was reduced was of the hair dyes. and im not allowed to dye my hair until i move out. haha. i cant wait for my hair to grow. at this rate by the time im forty it would reach my shoulders. so thats all for today. bord bored bored. just a little advice, when you're ponning, make sure you got something to do for 6 or more hours. hoho. well gotta go. omg. still 2 and half hours left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115379984864339088?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115379984864339088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115379984864339088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115379984864339088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115379984864339088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-being-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115366602530821519</id><published>2006-07-23T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:47:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel empty. lonely. weird. maybe its the pms. i dont know. but this feels horrible. that sense of un-belonging. like you know no one's there. and when you fall so deep, you have no choice to pick yourself up. its almost scary. well. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday was great. had a bbq party thing. thought gabi was coming with my mum's best friend back from spain but only his little sister came. god she's so much taller than i imagined. she's only 12 and she's already going through the shits of life. she's grown so bloddy much. the last time i saw her was when she was 8 and so much shorter. she's 0.5cm shorter than abbeh. heh.&lt;br /&gt;me and her went swimming till around 8 and then helped abbeh book the pool table for her friends. apparently pple who arent residents cant play. wth. screw the new system. so after that, we had dinner. lots of dinner. endless amounts of food and theres still trays of it left. god it'll never finish. abbeh came halfway and then we ate and played with my neighbour's kids. it was so much fun cause they were so cute and started playing with the coasters and when we hid it, we told them that the boogieman had taken them and that they needed to call the boogieman to ask. i was the boogieman over the phone. they didnt buy it so i left a little message over abbeh's hp pretending to be it and then suddenly she cried. omg that was scary. seriously. poor girl i scared her. hoho. we grabbed her and hugged her and kissed her to make her feel a little better and after ten minutes, she was ready to play again. hoho. then she became the monster. haha. what a night.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we made drinks and went up to play the urbz and danced a little(hardly) and threw stuffed toys around the room and whoever couldnt catch it would gain 'one loser' and me and abbeh had the most i think .haha. we carried on till the taxi came and glo and auntie pris had to go back to sembawang. it was around 4 in the morning i think. haha. hugged and made plans for next week and abbeh slept over at my place.  i woke up this afternoon at one just in time for tuition. had roti prata (: that was nice. with the curry leftover from yesterday. haha. woke abbeh up at 2 and then after my tuition was hers. went tanning and then went to siglap centre to get chips and pimple cream. felt so good cause i soaked in the sun. but uber tired. the only part of me that has energy is my fingers and i still havent taken off the yellow and green nailpolish. hope i remember. hoho. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. yesterday when i went to mc in the morning, i saw, for the first time in my entire year, a good looking mcdelivery guy. i was melting and staring. god he can make anyone &lt;u&gt;melt&lt;/u&gt;. even those soft/hard-core gays. okay gross. haha. but seriously. more melt-factor than the hot tennis guy. so yeah, i felt and on the way home, hot tennis guy said &lt;u&gt;hi!!!!&lt;/u&gt; and waved. hehe. oh god that was one perfect day. when i went home i had tuition and eric hadnt taken his lunch so guess what? he ordered mc delivery. heheehe. we all know what happend next. (: for those not aware, that handsome mc delivery guy delivered the food!!! yes him!! i was studderring. i dont usually studer but i did. i didnt know what to say so i just paid him. hehe. i said have a nice day and he said "enjoy your meal". oh those lovely words shall be kept in my head for the rest of my life until he says something else to me. haha. i hope so. and i went to mc today and there he was. (: what a good day. come to think of it, i dont know why i was feeling terrible five minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;with that mcdelivery guy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115366602530821519?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115366602530821519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115366602530821519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115366602530821519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115366602530821519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115354574792380824</id><published>2006-07-22T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:22:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was racial harmony day and it rocked. loved it cause it was one heck of a day and hated it cause it was the last. damn to that. went to school supposedly early but ended up reaching school at around 720 and didnt have enough time to get down to the quadrangle to sing the anthem and for the first time the teachers didnt care and we just walked in after the song. thought that they'd give detention or something but it was a cool day so i think they closed both their eyes and noses. it was freaking hot. everyone was sweating there. and i wore this black and red cheongsam which 5 other pple was wearing. haha. boriah shit. i felt pissed. but what the hey. it workd out well anyway. got it altered cause the previous size was unsitable in. haha. and the alterations only cost me seven to that rocked. that was all i had left i think. me and shiq got our cheongsams from chinatown. actually we went to clarke quay to find the cheap ones that was recommended and we couldnt find it so we ended up walking to chinatown instead. cool huh. never been to the market area and the stuff there is cool. lotsa ang mohs. haha. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah. the first lesson was changed to a photo taking session. the whole class was picture frenzy. even mr lau who was constantly posing with my classmates. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sultan khidhir. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her hair rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sultan sheikh. we got engaged. he gave me a scotch tape ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took lots of photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20008.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandalous. whoooh. haha. he joined the pagent with kimeng(fucking pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20009.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole class [: 4D/06&lt;br /&gt;mr lau was the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20013.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nick/IAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20015.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boriahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20010.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syafiq became the preist of the show. haha. he was great. and im supposed to watch POTC with him, sheikh, kidi and some other pple but im not allowed to. plus i have tuition later. god. luck is against my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.kiki.nurul.shubee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; roda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and fina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance went great. i didnt fall on the way up the stage. okay almost. haha. if it wasnt for amal and fina holding me i would have. had to wear this huge scarf on my head and it was pulling me back. haha. the malay dancers helped me do my makeup cause i was the bride. thanks! haha. i looked weird though. so much makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and fina after the show. she's really nice. didnt really know her at all before all the practices but got to know her and mira. great great pple. [: but still. the weird makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and shubee. she's so prettty (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ashadelliqahs. like goo. love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`euphoes 06. {=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bride and groom. haha. we were illegally married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and najib. he actually recorded the performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my class after the concert, etc. we found the garland in my class and made a beautiful necklace for 2. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask. i dont know either. hehe. one of its kind hula-cheongsam. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the loveliness of being tall. haha. cant touch this. na na na na na na na na cant touch this. whoooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there luva. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and adilaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/racialharmony%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/racialharmony%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and rafio! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really one heck of a day. after it all ended, shiq, kiki, sheikh, khidhir and i went to mc to sit and eat. and to someone's surprise, kiki's more aggressive clone went in. haha. then she messaged him and asked him what time and what bus he was taking home. haha. he said he's going back with her clone/kiki and that kiki was his darling. hhaha. so bad sah you. but all for a good reason. oh the scariness. haha. had a coke and stole a bit of fudge sundae and fries. that was so nice. seriously. love the food there. and im gonna eat PIZZA bar sooon.haha. from 711. yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;after school i cancelled tuition cause i was too damn tired to concentrate. i went over to abbeh's house. and she curled her hair with that curl tong i got from watsons. its so freakin nice i tell you. unfortunately, she doesnt look as smart as she used to. but what an even better way to surprise those teachers.. haha. &lt;br /&gt;went back at around 12am. showered and when i went downstairs, my brother had reached home. he was drunk as faggots. it was fun though. disturb him like shit. and he started talking nonsense. nothing different but i couldnt make out what he was trying to say. haha. weirdo. and he's still probably sleeping. he has this gig tonight. and didnt get and extra ticket for me and abbeh. dammit. i wanted to go but have to attend my own bbq. my mum's best friend and children are back in singapore. coolhuh. i have no idea what we're gonna do later but hope its all good. all of the adults are gonna get drunk for sure. haha. &lt;br /&gt;well gotta go honey. gotta buy lunch for my hangover-ed brother. i dont wanna get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with kinkiness;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115354574792380824?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115354574792380824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115354574792380824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115354574792380824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115354574792380824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-racial-harmony-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115305728448384390</id><published>2006-07-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:46:30.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new number is working! my new number is working! my new number is working! my new number is working! my new number is working! my new number is working! my new number is working! my new number is working! my new number is working! whoots. i didnt think it was and just tried it out for the hell of it and guess what? my new number is working!!&lt;br /&gt;but its not that exciting anymore for some reason. im still lazy to reply smses but its cool to have free incoming calls all day so i can pick up anytime i want. haha. this sounds so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday didnt work out as planned. simran couldnt make it so abby and i went to get something else instead. we went to city hall and got the stuff we needed and then went to far east plaza to eat &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;fried mars bar with vanilla ice cream, topped with hersheys chocolate syrup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. oh god that was nice. i didnt seem that appealing at first but when you pop them into your mouth, it literally melts there, well after you break the hard part on the outside. but still. it was heavenly. saw many pple that included BADAK/RAIMI. he took about one minute to remember who i was. haha. was with a couple of girls. and then the next stop was wisma  and  bummped into rifhan. hoho. called a thousand times and she didnt turn back and then i realised she had headphones on. haha. so i tapped on her and said hi. saw her in the next shop that we went too. and yeah, i always bump into her when i shop. weirrd. &lt;br /&gt;shopping was tiring. had dance in the morning with the ashadelli's cause shiq didnt join. after that i rushed to shiq's house to change and then went to meet abbeh straight away. we shopped till 7 cause she had to go to her campfire. after that i went back and my mum nagged like hell and fucked me up for DATING. helu. so i just went to her room to watch tv till one in the morning. felt great. i think i need a drink. no reason. just need one. if only i had kaching. haha. no luck there. still need to pay for the alumni shirt and opps i havent printed the euphoe sign for the section shirt. waiting for abbee to come back then maybe she'll let me print at her place. &lt;br /&gt;my neighbour's kids are getting psycho-er by the day. they talk non-stop[which anyone would find totally normal] but they're just getting louder and screechier. a moment ago, i thought there were cats fighting for something seriously important. so i looked out. it was gabi and nicholas. fuyoh. the mum looked pissed and just stood there watching them. i guess there wasnt any other option. theres no way muting those kids. haha. pooor her. &lt;br /&gt;so abbeh and i took lots of pictures. if only i could take photography as a career and life would be so sweet. i wanna be a writer too but im not intellectual enough. hoho. &lt;br /&gt;as usual, am feeling daft and in need of something. this time im not sure of what that is but i really need it. i think its a drink but theres no way of getting it! deprivation. this is so unfair. well here's some photos that we took. wanted to take pics of the fried mars bar thing but i dont wanna lure you into temptation. which is a mother. who you'll lust for all your life. until you get it. wtftard am i talking about. well. here goes. and tmr's monday: amaths mok exam that im not ready for at all. hoho. if i do well, i'll get that fried mars b that abbeh is eating at the moment. she went with her parents. maybe i'll make my own; when i dont burn anything that i cook. so, not gonna happen until im at least 30. all the reason why they sell it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020128.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the free bus to orchard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally got on the bus, we still had to wait for half an hour before it actually went off. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020132.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. we snapped her. not entirely my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonnes more where this came from. hoho. a.c. mode;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were short of a little cash. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020161.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. haha. abbeh was taking a long time in the flash and splash changing room so i wanted to kill time. hoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end the weird day, we took the mrt back. we wanted to sit cause our feet were aching like idiots and when abbeh finally found us seats, she sat and suddenly this couple sat beside her. she laughed and i felt stupid and then this guy beside her stands up! so freakin nice i could marry him but i think his wife was there and he was probably 3 times my &lt;i&gt;soon to be&lt;/i&gt; age so nah, i'll pass the thought. completely. saw this good looking malay guy with nice hair. so nice. so yeah, we laughed like idiots in the train about whatever came to mind and when i was about to drop at kembangan, i had to pass her the shoes and so she changed right there in the mrt. haha.. dont ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she returned it to my house afterward and convinced my mum even more that i went dating. &lt;br /&gt;so that was the end of my day. today was spent on studying. ok. partly. had tuition in the afternoon and did a little bit of amaths. gonna stay up a bit to do some studying and then waking up real early to have breakfast with abbeh and simran. cause it SIMRAN'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!!! WHOO. SOMEONE ELSE IS TURNING SIXTEEN AND I STILL HAVE TO WAIT. LIKE KAMALINA AND ABBEH. HAHA. so i shall arrange with abbeh and simran on the plans. havent asked them yet though. haha. im leading myself on this time.&lt;br /&gt;and before i go, i saw this on my computer. intuition says i need to show it. like a mission of some sort. and when i told you my brother was weird, i was lying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/wtf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor old man. hoho. well got to go. ouh that rhymes. ok i should go before i bore you insane. chow chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with kisses? haha. maybe not la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115305728448384390?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115305728448384390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115305728448384390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115305728448384390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115305728448384390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-number-is-working-my-new-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115289499728190487</id><published>2006-07-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:37:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya and for those you dont know[but ive told almost the whole world already], dont message my number cause it got cut. and i got a new one! haha. its this singtel thing. here's the plan:&lt;br /&gt;-1000 free sms&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;all day &lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; incoming calls&lt;br /&gt;-20 free mms&lt;br /&gt;-100 mins free outgoing&lt;br /&gt;total amount: $25 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. cool huh. still have to wait though. haha. and im pissed with my mum. she was being so urrrrggh just now. i couldnt take it after 5 mins and went to the toilet to sit and cry. i dont know what was up with her and me. im not pmsing but im moodswinging. she's being urrgh. oh god. i wanted to die right there. after that we went for dinner and it became okay. ate tempuras. haha. &lt;br /&gt;saw hamsin. said hi. his boss went "can i help you" and i replied "ummmm. no no no." haha. wtf. he was scared of me i think. maybe because im constipated. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and to you, im sorry. i may hurt you and i may already have. im such an s-hole la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115289499728190487?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115289499728190487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115289499728190487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115289499728190487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115289499728190487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-ya-and-for-those-you-dont-knowbut.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115289323716237553</id><published>2006-07-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:07:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am at home right now. havent been to update here cause my dad keeps insisting that i stick to being computer-free during the week and only use it on weekends. wttf.&lt;br /&gt;school finished at around 4 plus just now. had that maths mok exam from 2:30pm. it was easy shit. if i fail or get a c i will curl into a ball and die. seriously. lets just hope that wont happen. haha. unglamness.&lt;br /&gt;so school's been fucking packed recently. we have classes till four plus on monday, tuesday and wednesday and then tests and other classes on any other free days we have. cept for next thursday but there will probably be practice again. its fun though. beats class any day. haha. tmr we have to go to sch as well. i wanna sleep longer so probably gonna be half an hour late and go the same time as kamalina and shubee. dont know bout nurul but gonna call her tmr morning if i wake up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so life's been pretty messy lately. mixed feelings. stupid mixed feelings. its like when i am with him, i dont wanna be with him and then when he's not there, i get pissed for a while and then the feeling goes away. fucked up, i know. i think im relationship-immune. yeah thats probably it. im like efferdidy? no. she's the god of love. im like the devil of it. taking it away from everyone and pissing them off. so yeah, i'll stay away and get myself some o levels. and prelims are right around the corner and im barely ready. havent even finished studying for the other mok exams yet; a maths on monday and ss on friday. bad feeling about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah thats about whats been happening. but theres and upside to the week:&lt;br /&gt;im going to watch POTC &lt;u&gt;tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;!! whoots. im gonna see mr depp and mr orlando and the rest of the crew. oh god its gonna be orgasmic. hoho. btw, since dylan hated his photo on musical night, he took some to replace it. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1010884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1010884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1010885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1010885.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. thats mr xie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1010893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1010893.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ashadelliqahs at sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1010896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1010896.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shubee. kiki. dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1010898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1010898.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kiks during practice. before actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1010900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1010900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira! haha. she's shorter than kamalina btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1010901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1010901.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dylan on a poster outside school. hoho [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"smack yourself" by kamalina mazlan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/P1020007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/P1020007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ms shiq updating at kamalina's place. a few minutes later shiq and me were screaming cause kamalina let her cat into the room and it was seriously hyper. wonder what kamalina's feeding it. probably the same thing she eats.. haha.. kidding babe. cats dont eat bananas. i really could use one though. im seriously constipating. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah on that day i went to kamalina's house. i think it was last saturday. watched kapi kushi kapi gham. nice show but probably everyone's already seen it. haha. yeah, if you dont knw what the story is about, dont ask what happened and just watch it. its like every other hindustan movie. really long. so it will take you even longer to understand whats going on if someone tells you about it. haha. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah gotta go slp now. its exactly 12am. freaky. all of them are coming out now or something. my eyes are swollen again so i cant see anything. haha. im such a loser. chow chow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with sushi;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115289323716237553?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115289323716237553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115289323716237553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115289323716237553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115289323716237553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-at-home-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115218196608825862</id><published>2006-07-06T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:19:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey hey;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. am at kembangan cc now. i feel so weird. i dont even know why im here. bt i just feel like blogging. haha. and yesterday was &lt;u&gt;great.&lt;/u&gt; yep. no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday they ended school early, even though it was only an hour before the usual time. its still good though. went to parkway with kiks and shiq to find a pair of slippers. glam ones; you know the formal kind. well, i did but it was kinda spensive. twenty bucks. so i just decided to borrow a pair from kamalia. &lt;br /&gt;we all went back and i took my stuff from home and then went over to kamalina's house to get ready for the much waited &lt;i&gt;musical night.&lt;/i&gt; went there and kiks was watching this indon show. they talked a bit weird. haha.. but the guy was fcuking handsome. gua kacak dong! hoho. does gua mean you or me? haha. i'm praying it means you.&lt;br /&gt;so watched the show for a while and took a quite long shower. shaved me legs too. haha. cause i was wearing a kinda mini skirt. got a top from mango. its freakin comfy. and &lt;b&gt;fiftypercentoff.&lt;/b&gt; thats why i bought it. haha. such a cheapster. &lt;br /&gt;waited for kamalina to get ready then we went down. i didnt wear kamalia's slips cause they were a bit off. borrowd shiq's heels instead. they're called wedges i think. i almost broke down for no reason. &lt;i&gt;obssesive compulsive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as me and kiks went down, ashiekha was on the way up. haha. in the end she met us downstairs and kamalia was angry that no one told her that shubee was wearing her skirt. haha. then we took 65 to shiq's place.&lt;br /&gt;nurul was already there and we had an hour+ to get ready. it was supposed to feel kan cheong but i was too damn relaxed. the rest got more ready and i played halidi's need for speed on the psp. i found out that i cant drive for nuts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok. so just when you thought it was kinda relaxed, we camwhored. hoho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready while i snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ashadelliqahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.shiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20033.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurul.me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20034.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiks.me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.nurul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ruddin [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shubs and wan &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird pose you got there ru. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tong and shiq. haha. classic candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and darling dylan. haha. he's the ultimatum of glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/1600/Picture%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7182/347/320/Picture%20062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the camwhore herself. haha. one of the many others.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss eyeliner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess who i sat with? &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;!! hehe. splenddid. wonderful. nice. ah im speechless. but not speechless enough. haha. after that we took the photos[as above] and then followed some pple to lau pasar where i took a taxi home. walked with &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; all the way and he told me some &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt;. and i told him some back. nervewrecking. seems it was better than expected. {{: seriously. &lt;br /&gt;got back home and ate maggie. couldnt really sleep after what &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; told me. okay maybe i did sleep. but it was later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he didnt come to school today. was so tired and couldnt concentrate. haha. am in racial harmony's indian dance. hahaha. with kiks, nurul and ashiekha and lotsa other pple. cool pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he's coming tmr. something to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg im gonna screw my o levels ten times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres something for shiq. haha. as you requested. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 schools i went to:&lt;br /&gt;-bedok north sec&lt;br /&gt;-temasek primary&lt;br /&gt;-mandarin garden kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things in my handbag:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;camera!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-handphone[if charged]&lt;br /&gt;-wallet with reyes in it. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things to do when im stressed:&lt;br /&gt;-run {&lt;i&gt;same same&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;-watch tv and do nothing the whole day&lt;br /&gt;-pms/cry like an ass on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 places i go on a daily basis:&lt;br /&gt;-orlando's place&lt;br /&gt;-torres'place&lt;br /&gt;-johnny depp's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some freaky reason, &lt;i&gt;my skirts on fire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;u&gt;ironic&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fav fruits:&lt;br /&gt;-orange&lt;br /&gt;-pineapples&lt;br /&gt;-honeydew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 names i go by:&lt;br /&gt;-bob&lt;br /&gt;-sp&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;pricey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav food:&lt;br /&gt;famous amos butterscotch&amp;pecan/macadamia cookies. oh god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things im wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;-lingerie. haha. no la. just the usual unders.&lt;br /&gt;-topshop skirt[love it like hell[: ]&lt;br /&gt;-a 'singapore'shirt. patriotic or just touristic?&lt;br /&gt;and whichever you pick, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is in here with me:&lt;br /&gt;madrasah kids playing maple story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;. kinda duhh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who did i last talk on the phone with?[when it was charged]:&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. hoho. probably my dad. eh no. kamalina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who did i sit with during 5th period?&lt;br /&gt;nicholas zheng/ IAG. short for i am gay. he named me IAL. not too hard to figure out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person i uttered love to?&lt;br /&gt;no freakin idea. &lt;br /&gt;the ashadelliqahs [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do i wish i am with right now?&lt;br /&gt;someone with a jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who gets on my nerves most in school?&lt;br /&gt;KONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my phone?&lt;br /&gt;at home waiting to have battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i sleep?&lt;br /&gt;a mattress. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the place i took a ride to?&lt;br /&gt;VICTORIA THEATRE. glam huh.&lt;br /&gt;5 pple in a taxi plus the driver. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing i ate?&lt;br /&gt;NASI AYAM TOO. freaky deaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last to leave you completely speechless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what colour shirt am i wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the closest item to me that is white?&lt;br /&gt;my skin. ok la. abby's shorts. immitation shorts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the thing i like most about school?&lt;br /&gt;as&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; and haha recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is my fav colour?&lt;br /&gt;orange and black. and lime green. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i wear most often, jeans or shorts?&lt;br /&gt;shooorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i watched a movie?&lt;br /&gt;when monkeys ruled the earth, which wasnt that long ago, if you know wht i mean. haha. you probably dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did i start sch?&lt;br /&gt;when i was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i went to a mall?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did i last burn something?&lt;br /&gt;the last time i cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bloggers to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;abbeh.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dylan xie.&lt;br /&gt;simran gill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow chow&amp;with love;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115218196608825862?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115218196608825862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115218196608825862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115218196608825862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115218196608825862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-hey-hey-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115199080777703319</id><published>2006-07-04T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:26:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's about to end in about half an hour and then the ashadelliqahs and rnina to parkway and then to joochiat cause shiq wants to get something there. after that im gonna finish up all my homework or else i'll end up at the office tmr. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the ashadelliqahs minus shubee plus iba[kamalina's cousin] plus halidi[shiq's adik] went to town to shop for &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;tomorrow's&lt;/b&gt; musical night&lt;/u&gt; and it was havoc-ish. haha. managed to get a long sleeve mango top to wear with a skirt i recently got. but i still need to get a tube/big necklace to cover the cleavage. i'll probably go with a tube but i wanna wear a necklace too. oh what the heck. i havent even tried it out yet. and im still not sure whether i can cause yesterday my mum was on full pms mode. it was so fucktardish. she's screaming and whacking over &lt;u&gt;untidy clothes&lt;/u&gt; and then when my neighbour comes in, suddenly she's MRS PERFECT. no offence but that was really shitty. what the hell. she asked me to move out. i'll gladly comply but i dont really have anywhere to go. so ya. wtfcuktard.&lt;br /&gt;the night didnt go to well so i just listened to michelle branch all night till around 2. haha. but you'd be surprised how nice her music is. even my brother likes her music. hoha.&lt;br /&gt;recently faizal[my cousin] called to talk to my brother and he told me that when he went into zouk for the first time, he got the best dressed award. prize; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;300dollarsvoucherforTOPMAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. hoho. happy shopping. really really happy shopping. i guess its a good thing being a mod[or maybe spelt diffrently] after all. i like his clothes though. apparently the zoukians too.&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out that geraldine[singapore idol top28] was my brother's first love in kindergarden. haha. i have a picture of them holding hands behind the stage. haha. i'll post it soon if i ever get a scanner. but its so weirrd.&lt;br /&gt;geraldine and jeff? &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;nope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115199080777703319?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115199080777703319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115199080777703319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115199080777703319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115199080777703319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/07/schools-about-to-end-in-about-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115184138668768993</id><published>2006-07-02T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:56:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am at abbeh's house right now using a normal working keyboard. haha. just now we played pool after tuition till 6 and then went here to use the computer and check out her newzealand photos. it was so so nice. they went hiking, played with snow, and CAVING. and abseiling at a really high place. wtf cause i'll freak out like a bimbotic bimbo and lose my guts. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;so in a few minutes we're going to mcd's to do homework. i have tons left and only a few hours to do it cause im going shopping with the ashadelliqahs tmr afternoon and god   knows im not going to wake up earlier than 11am. and maybe abbeh and i are going to watch soccer at east coast mc tonigh. haha. so long never go. the last time i intended to go with someone, it didnt happen. haha. so maybe if abbeh has enough energy left and  my brother doesnt SABO me again, then maybe we'll get to go. i also dont really know where the screwdriver is to lower down the bike seat. so its a very low possibility.&lt;br /&gt;abbeh's done eating! haahaa. you PIG. eat all day. like me. haha. nicely done. so probably we are going now. eating watermelons like pigs. and we had a conversation just now that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you pig.&lt;br /&gt;abby: pls lah, you're eating also.&lt;br /&gt;me: pigs don't eat watermelons.&lt;br /&gt;abby: pigs eat everything!&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah you eat everthing what.&lt;br /&gt;abby: no? i don't eat tofu. you're the one that eats everything.&lt;br /&gt;me: but i don't eat pig's intestines.&lt;br /&gt;abby: ..of cos you don't eat your own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was one hell of a pointful conversation, i know. dont be jealous. &lt;br /&gt;or green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;or yellow with abby.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yellow yellow dirty fellow [:&lt;br /&gt;which means &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;abbeh.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. and mee too.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;or not happy?&lt;br /&gt;nah it doesnt really matter cause youre still eating. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with food;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115184138668768993?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115184138668768993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hey =] my keyboard istotally cockd up so im using the on-screen kybrd which is pissing me off. its kinda cool though. haha. butits taking ages to type .&lt;br /&gt;so today was my malay o level oral. i screwd it up big time. damn my malay la. im gonna get a big fat &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;F9.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; hoho. and if i do, i dont think tt i'dwant to retake it. nah. no hope for me there. ok. maybe an 8th of &lt;u&gt;one million&lt;/u&gt;. yup.&lt;br /&gt;well, today wasnt &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; said hi and bye. went nuts when he didnt yest but what the hey. he did today. my insides went de-gup degup real fast. haha.. whooh.love the rush. and im nt taking any risks into consideration, even if i need to. hoho. i feel so weird. post pms? hope nt.&lt;br /&gt;well gtg. my hand's tired. haha. and theres no sch on monday. [: probably going out wth abbeh &amp; simme r gonna get m.night clothes wt the ashadelliqahs. gonna borrow 30 kachings from nick i think. haha. i feel so broke. oh well. hopefully my dad will &lt;i&gt;let&lt;/i&gt; me go. bad ending huh. gd end to the day though. sat @ the carprk with kiks listening to a cockd up breakup song. haha.. and hd a mango bubble tea. well gtg. see ya round [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115167602606193791?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115167602606193791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115167602606193791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115167602606193791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115167602606193791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-my-keyboard-istotally-cockd-up-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115124611332880485</id><published>2006-06-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:39:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from shopping. and i didnt wake up @ 8am. woke up at 1130. haha. did tuition hmwk and then some school homework and left for cityhall after tuition. was fun. got 2 tops for ten bucks, the fourskin ones and got my black hairdye. am waiting for the hairdye to work now and im dreading how its gonna turn out. hope it wont be too black or i'll look goth. haha. &lt;br /&gt;so just now wanted to get a new skirt and then some faggot girl shoves me over and takes it. damn you asshole. wtf was wrong with her. kancheong shitte. i'll get a nicer one. hmph. &lt;br /&gt;so only a few hours left till school starts. musnt forget my tie and maths homework or im screwed. i have to wear that long skirt too. dang. i dont like it. keeps getting in the way when im walking. im not liking short skirts cause they're generally short. but its just easier and more convinient to walk and sit. cause when you get up, the skirt is up your ass and people behind you can see you taking it out and they think, "WTF?!". i do that when i see it and its just plain gross and creepy. i dont liike it and i dont like ong li li. &lt;br /&gt;well, other than that, im quite excited to go to school. havent finished my hmwk but im sure the whole class didnt either. or probably the whole level. haha. yeah. duhh. statement of the semester. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;and tmr i can hang out with the ashadelliqahs agaain! woohoots. [: been a while since everybody's busy with stuffs. and im meeting kamalina at the busstop at 7 so i can tell her all the gruesome things i did today. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;ok times up. gonna wash off the dye. whoots. and then sleep. my dad's sending me tmr so i can wake up &lt;b&gt;late&lt;u&gt;r&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. [:&lt;br /&gt;its weird. and i can see &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; at school tmr. hohho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115124611332880485?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115124611332880485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115124611332880485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115124611332880485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115124611332880485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-came-back-from-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14297186.post-115116306912967533</id><published>2006-06-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:31:09.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. one more day to spend as a holiday and im gonna use it to finish up part of my remaining homework, get hair dye and dye my hair, get a new clip for my hair[even though i dont really need it], that bag im dying for, and strawberry cremosas. and new ear studs. the ones on my right ear have their jewels missing and one doesnt have the thing you put on the back. haha. yeah. thats about it. i dont really have much time to do it, so i'm resorting to the impossible. waking up at 8am on a sunday. whoots. gonna be kinda difficult to accomplish it, so i quote from glenn(for those who know him), "it shall be done",[in the glenn-ish voice]. haha. &lt;br /&gt;so today didnt get much done either. spent the first part of my afternoon watching the endless episodes of 'pimp my ride' and then went over to kamalina's place to do some emaths hw and then went back. was fun cept that kamalina's cat is still as psychotic and xiao as ever. that creepy cat. it wanted to jump on me. i screamed. it backed away and that cycle repeated itself throughout my stay. i generally like cats, but that cat is &lt;u&gt;crazy&amp;overhyper&lt;/u&gt;. then the most peculiar thing happend. when it wanted more food, it started to manje us. haha. and it even tried to get our sympathy by eating from its bowl of empty food. wtf la you kitty. shooh. shiq and halidi was there to. i dont think shiq liked the kitten either. haha. halidi was enjoying himself though. disturbing 'baby' all the way. looked kinda tormenting though. he played the piano and the kitten went to hide. haha. strange cat you have kiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. had a great time. aint feeling too great though. sorta missing something. someone actually. not a specific someone, but generally, 'a someone'. you know the kind that you call every night to ramble what stupid things you did and saw that day, how bad you're feeling, how you wish you could get rid of someone you hate, you know that kinda stuff. yeah, i miss having a someone around. evidently, there isnt and it probably my fault cause ive been pushing all those someones away. i hate doing it but i guess i have to, with the olevels and all. but i really do need someone to ask me how's my day been and to tell me he loves me and to say that he'll never leave me. and i want to say it back, truthfully. oh gosh what am i saying. i'm just missing whoever you are. fuck this feels &lt;u&gt;suck&lt;s&gt;y&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd nite luva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14297186-115116306912967533?l=skism-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/feeds/115116306912967533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14297186&amp;postID=115116306912967533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115116306912967533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14297186/posts/default/115116306912967533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skism-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
