<?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-9882057</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:07:49.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of a teenage girl- in the year 2005</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-115676679749049606</id><published>2006-08-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:06:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of prelims</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babysat my siblings last night coz my parents were out till late eleven. it was funfunfun. i was trying to study ss and yet entertain them by playing uno at the same time. somehow, it's during times like these when i really feel like a &lt;em&gt;da jie&lt;/em&gt;. the four of us crapped and i took a hell lot of lame sissy videos. haha (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to parkway with eli last friday since there wasn't amath after school. bought her bodyshop stuff, helped cheer make her nametag and went to eat. that woman piled up her leftovers on my plate coz i was done with my food pretty quickly (: i know i'm a greedy fat pig. went to marks and spencer to get my sherbets and guess who we saw. kara tay (: omg. nice nice math teacher. i went up to her and said &lt;em&gt;"ms tay, do you remember me?"&lt;/em&gt; haha. &lt;em&gt;"ohhhh. you're that 3/6 girl right?"&lt;/em&gt; haha. she remembers me! i must have either been a very good girl or very naughty one in class then. she's teaching in tkss now, just over the fence. lol. chatted with her for awhile, so fast in sec four alrdy (: wished us luck for our prelims and we parted ways with eli asking me,&lt;em&gt; "did you see the ring on her finger!?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to 2/3 in the morning. when i walked in, the first thing xan said to me was&lt;em&gt; "so skinny!"&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. sat beside wy and tried to study ss- again. didnt feel like studying in class and stressing myself out even further. they're learning probability now. that's like what i've learnt at the start of this yr man! shucks i feel so stupid. yay. faith wants to take pure hist (: and wy's so cute. she wrote her hw qns down but forgot to do! (: i didnt know daffy's scared of me kay- do i look so&lt;strong&gt; big&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tall&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt; to you? shall bring for her azy's pics soon. haha. more morning visits then &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i refuse to talk about the papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recess was funny! eli, neh and i were being such nehnehs. haha. neh eats chicken LIKE a chicken. literally. eli's bag elevates my minah-status &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went home with neh and diy since syusyu had her TWO WIVES. bleahhhhh. eli and neh thinks it's funny whenever i get freaking jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;immediately called reen when i got home. love you babe &lt;33&gt;ilu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bestest&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;gf&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-charmedaffair.livejournal.com/"&gt;lois' friend's webb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;syaff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today is yesterday's tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-115676679749049606?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115676679749049606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882057&amp;postID=115676679749049606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/115676679749049606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/115676679749049606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/start-of-prelims.html' title='start of prelims'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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-9882057.post-113604322875118939</id><published>2005-12-31T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:35:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://red-lined.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://red-lined.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113604322875118939?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/113604322875118939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882057&amp;postID=113604322875118939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113604322875118939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113604322875118939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/byee.html' title='byee'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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-9882057.post-113595575278494979</id><published>2005-12-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:15:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH DU</title><content type='html'>i just found this on the channel 8 forum on love concierge! thanks to this kind soul who bothered taking screencaps. ((: lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/ep10-10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/ep10-10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SEE! ah du (vinn!) looking like a mei nu in the get-up. with the pearl earrings and all. he looked as though he's pouting &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/ep10-12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/ep10-12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and when he saved her from falling.. aint that hair and singlet so.. -guffaws- [the last screencap was before ruqing was raped by the director]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/ep10-11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/ep10-11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what a HERO ((: -sighs-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;vinn's hilarious today! haha. and his acting's just natural. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;atta-boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113595575278494979?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/113595575278494979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882057&amp;postID=113595575278494979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113595575278494979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113595575278494979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/ah-du.html' title='AH DU'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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-9882057.post-113595478371357190</id><published>2005-12-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:17:40.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go and kick stones</title><content type='html'>been reading alot of typical chick-fall-in-love romantic books nowadays. they just give me these really sweet feeling. (: all girls yearn to be loved and cared for, i guess. it's like one of those days where you snuggle up with all your pillows in bed, with a mug of hot cocoa or something to munch on and read romance novels. aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much lighter note, i LOVE watching&lt;strong&gt; debbie travis' facelift&lt;/strong&gt;. her designs are just so - awesome. me and sissy sometimes wish that she could come and renovate our bedroom. hur. official website - &lt;a href="http://www.debbietravisfacelift.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/01_afterba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/01_afterba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freaking HIP basement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/01_after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/01_after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't it just &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now vinn was so funny in love concierge. he was wearing this long haired wig as a stand in for some period drama. and when he was having a break he still had that wig on with his singlet and jeans. looked like some punk rocker with a fringe and some accesories in his hair. LOL. wonder if narr watched that part ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad, turning down syu and refusing to go to tmr's event! sighs. i think she wants to see her hp guy again. what about H! mmft. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still thinking about that grin yesterday. and how stupid i was to have walk away hastily. or maybe i'm just reading too much into it. hohumms-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113595478371357190?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113595478371357190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113595478371357190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/go-and-kick-stones.html' title='go and kick stones'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113587029235483383</id><published>2005-12-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:31:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joint concert</title><content type='html'>went to the &lt;strong&gt;tkgsb&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;nakamura gakuen girls' symphonic band&lt;/strong&gt; joint concert and vch. met eli at raffles, went for a drink and arrived at vch. what a crowd! yea. saw cass, yiying (and her new girly haircut (: -), ghis, chong and her friend, regina, dawn, and singling! miss that babe so muchies. the concert started late at 0530. got the circle seats. sat beside this poor soul. decided to talk to her. turns out that she's the sister of some girl from tkg too. hmm. the sch band only played 3 songs but my fav was persis. (: eunice was so gung-ho when she beat the drums. love that sound. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/trciks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/trciks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the nakamura girls' band with their HIP performance of pennsylvania 6-5000. (i think) and with their wavy pompoms. makes their performance so exciting to watch. just cuteness. the way they nod their pigtailed heads to the beat and kept smiling with their chubby cheeks was so CUTE. haha. and i noticed that they seemed to sweat alot! always prepared with their face towels. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be a girls band but most of the audiences noticed that there was a guy in the band too! haha. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/both.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/both.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and eli during intermission (: our hair looking so brown. anways, and there was this guy who was arguing with this girl behind us over ... seats. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tkgsb with a christmas festival by leroy anderson. so jinglyyyy * oli ho on the most bottom right. and cheer most top second frm the right. ((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/ouch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/ouch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they played this melody which sounded like singapura, my sunny island LOL! and a whole new world by alan menken sounds so familiar. anyways, their performance was awesome! thunderous applause (: performance filled with so much enthusiasm that i can practically FEEL it. wow- they gave three encores. in which one they sang this jap song so beautifully. (: aw. come back soon ay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i uploaded some videos of them on youtube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the short clip &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=wDi25FrCdDo"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the longer clip with all the cute actions! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=UytQ4DmV1gk"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have shakyyyy hands! and the quality's a lil poor coz i sat farrr away and took it with a digi cam. so ya. ):" but the music's nice ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/bags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissy's and my bag. the patchwork bag i mentioned in yesterday's post. niceee. x) makes me feel very cosy-ish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the grin i was shocked to receive and walked away quickly like an idiot. redfaced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you didn;t call tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113587029235483383?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113587029235483383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113587029235483383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/joint-concert.html' title='joint concert'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113578608317165461</id><published>2005-12-29T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:08:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temp</title><content type='html'>new template (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars looking at our planet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching entropy and pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe startin' to wonder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113578608317165461?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113578608317165461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113578608317165461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/temp.html' title='temp'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113577926279785397</id><published>2005-12-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:17:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>my aunt just bought for me, mum and sissy tote bags! so niceeee! mine and sissy's are identical - patchwork ones while mumsy's one is leather and sequinned. haha. but i always end up using mumsy's one coz she got a black purse too. and i got a small pink sequinned handbag. bliss. (: sissy thinks it's too girly for her tho. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back yesterday. the xmas hol weekend was alright i guess. spent the three days just watching tv (nice shows!), swimming, playing badminton, arcade, bowl... snacking etc. gosh. time flew really fast there. hmm. they took away the slide and a diving board! gahhs. anyway, meer and sis gang came over to visit on sunday night. and while the kiddies played games with ami lan, meer and me sat right smack in the middle of the sofa and watched hanyut. nice (: tho nees wanted to watch her princess diaries. haha. hanyut was niceee. fezra acted well (: kau buat adik aku BOMB. lol. haha. and me and meer were commenting on how they should have used a darker shade of red for the blood coz the current one was too bright! RED. and all the aunties ticked us for not concentrating on more important issues. haha. gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cousin was strutting around in his red spongebob squarepants boxers in the house, badminton court and practically everywhere lol! what a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIA series three this weekend! mumsy and i cant wait to watch! fifi's such a bitch. tskk. haha. and syueee with her teuku ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this anugerah ad on tv. autograph session or sth on this sat 3-5 pm at EASTPOINT mall! haha. i was shocked. that's like so freaking near where i live lol. bet it will be damn crowded. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkgssb concert tmr. vch. ((: loyal supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's really good to hear your voice again. the night calls which i really missed. tho im sure it will never be the same again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting on a bench in the darkness. waiting. just waiting-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113577926279785397?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113577926279785397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113577926279785397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113539720131674828</id><published>2005-12-24T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:06:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking aimlessly</title><content type='html'>thought that there was teens alive today. boarded the train to tamp to meet syuee first but sheila called and told me it was cancelled. wth. haha. anyway, syuee called her folks to pick her up and it was left with sheils, me, mus and hel. kind of like a double date NOT. hurhur. anyway, those two are younger than me and just no gan jue lah. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were like chatting awkwardly at macs. and decided to go to tm. where obviously all the shops wernt open yet. and we were just like walking and walking. haha. when syueee called. yes. that girl went to eat breakfast (again) with her folks at istanbul. mmft. haha. anyway, fairprice was open so we went in. saw alot of chocolates (!) decided to get a tubful of icecream for us to share. had some difficulty finding the plastic spoons. haha. and witnessed this whole lot of toilet paper rolls falling on this guy. funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ate at the playground at the 4th floor. too full! only half finished! lol. and hel was like "kalau buang nanti bangla ambil makan." haha. and one more where he said to drop the tub from above in africa "nanti orang kat africa ingatkan - it's a gift from heaven" haha. they were so crappy! and we listened to songs - jiwang ones. and hindustan ones. lol x) januari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played around. there wasnt anyone else except this father-daughter pair. yea. me and sheils got on this spinning thingy while mus and hel held it for us. and hel went to spin it round and round! i almost PUKED. and luckily he stopped it - laughed at me! hmph. evil duos. and those two were like having this last man standing competition. haha. and they were spinning round and round like mad. gahhs. and all the vulgarities came spilling out. haha. it was so funny just watching them! so cartoon lahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funfun (: they apparently wanted to send us home in the mini toy car where lil kids put in coins and the thingy will jiggle. haha. sheesh. and we were walking on the 1st floor. and mus was like "eh. kesian seh laki tuu. dier dah lame duduk tau. donate ah!" so i was already taking out my wallet when i stepped closer and realised that the "donation tin can" was actually a macs drink. haha. blind girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheils! we hafta to gain weight in the RIGHT place. haha. talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113539720131674828?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/113539720131674828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882057&amp;postID=113539720131674828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113539720131674828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113539720131674828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/walking-aimlessly.html' title='walking aimlessly'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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-9882057.post-113534733921832204</id><published>2005-12-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:15:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum</title><content type='html'>went to royal plaza today. high tea. cafe vienna was AWESOME (: yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/taka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/taka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 200 bucks taka voucher which my mom wanted to spend on a - blender. ugh! i'm begging dad to let me have it instead. do much more justice to it. hur. ((: christmas shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/breadman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/breadman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aint he such a cutie, my lil gingerbread man x) munch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/yum.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/yum.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yummy cakes and treats. and this was only a SMALL part of what i ate. -bursts- there was like ice kacang, porridge, fried scallops, fried crab legs, noodles, chocolate cake, pastries, tarts, soups, cappuchinos and mochas, sushi, chicken wings, onion omelette BUT they din have my favourite raw SALMON. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the wonderfully decorated christmas tree. i love it! filled with butterflies everywhere. magnificent! whenever i see butterflies, i think of steff. hurhur. artistically WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a VERY full and contented me. -slurps- dadsy wanted to stay there until it ended which was from 3-5.30pm. money's worth. haha. he spent a total of $257.60! and we went snapping pics everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to taka after that but the queues were too long. and the LV and GUESS boutique was damn crowded. the crowd is scary! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;leaving tomorrow for a long and relaxing weekend. will only be back on tuesday. and then tuition with gary. niceeeeee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and daddy keeps calling me his sweet girl. (: much love &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113534733921832204?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113534733921832204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113534733921832204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/yum.html' title='yum'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113525587135445698</id><published>2005-12-22T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:51:11.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back x)</title><content type='html'>IM BACK x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp's monitor was spoilt. probably due to excessive use everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-12: my bro&lt;br /&gt;1-5: sissy&lt;br /&gt;6-7: lil bro&lt;br /&gt;7-1: me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cycle repeats itself every single day. haha. so now we agreed to have a &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; hour limit per person. ugh ugh. i need more than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much has been going on these days. been waking up late, slacking, eating, sleeping. basically living like a pig. haha. been hooked onto this show from tv1: pinggiran derita. about this lowly and humble maid and being set up by this other jealous maid coz she's the master's favourite. and the master's young son likes her. and the way he forces her to accept his love is just so - aggressive. haha. &lt;em&gt;firasatku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mumsy and i are hooked onto DIA also. tho they are repeats. haha. mumsy was so cute today. she sat down and watched dia - too engrossed until she didnt realise the water which was used to cook the pasta had dried up! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissy got her posting today. -grins- she came back home with that smile on her face. one which says alot. we were arguing on how to go to school together next year. and mumsy's already fussing around sissy's books and uniform. greenie x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to robinsons and far east tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt;. tea with aunt, uncle and cuzzies at cafe vienna. to celebrate sissy's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then meeting them again for a relaxing weekend. just watching tv, playing games, bowling, badminton, table tennis and swimming! x) i hope my period ends soon! so that i can swim. gahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the christmas weekend. lots of nice shows on tv. O.O yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fortress of solitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113525587135445698?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113525587135445698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113525587135445698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-x.html' title='back x)'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113474724405468456</id><published>2005-12-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:34:04.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last workshop day II</title><content type='html'>X-CEL day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived in class exactly at nine. went without syuee coz she had to send off her sis - bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i stepped into the class, hadi was like "eh kau salah grp ah!" menyampah ah. grrr. anyway, i sat there and stoned while waiting for the class to start. talked to bah and hamiza for awhile. asked when was sheils coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those twits started on a TOP SECRET plan coz they lost the SJI one yesterday. so they were like "faster faster write!" and nazirul stood guard outside. haha. super cartoon la. and then idaman came in and he saw that SJI thingy. and he went smacking fathin dzulhaikal, hadi, nazirul and fariz. and they all pointed fingers at ME. gahhs. and they called me mastermind saying that i bribed them to do those writings and they followed my instructions! wth! truth is that since i came into class and sat down, i didnt even utter a single word. nyeh. and idaman dont dare to hit ammar. haha. and when idaman was on a hitting-spree, ahmad was like "eh, kau jangan pukul dier nanti kena kau!" haha. anyway, idaman merajok and left the grp. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started class. talked about some great contributors like mathematicians, scientologist, historian etc. we got ibn al-hathaim. and when we were writng down the biodata, hadi called "mastermind!" and i was like "ya?" and he went "eh! jawab jugak!" haha. so dumb pls. anyway, i they made me the presenter. and everyone was like rattling off the biography like so monotonously. and the guys were like "jgn present macam gitu tau!" then i was like "tau lah! cam semangat kebabian" haha. anyway, i  just presented normally but bah said it was loud and clear and thank god - not monotonous. yes. i love the applause (: STAR STAR. and when i sat down back, my grp members were like "bagus sia. kau jadi presenter ajer lah! we do all the work." haha. sit back and relax x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had break. not hungry. &lt;strong&gt;SOGGY &lt;/strong&gt;prata aye, bah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work with matching thingy and stuffs. this YOUNG facilitator junyuan - he's only FOURTEEN. ya. but not bad lah but ammar detests him - dunno why. haha. tsskk. and then hadi kept asking what sch i was frm "tkgs" and he rattled off a list of girls that he knows. uh. like liy, aisyah. hmm. and fathin was like "kenal fatin syazana?" i was like "yea, my friend" "she's my cousin." "huh?" "you know.. the fathin and the fatin?" haha. what a small world! no wonder he looks somewhat familiar. hmms. bah and ham was shocked when i told them- esp bah. haha. her mam's cousin. imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the guys solat jumaat, the girls stayed in the room. syueee finally came! she gave a a belated birthday present. &lt;3 piglet mug. whee. had lunch and watch this cartoon thingy about sejarah islam. all about nabi muhd s.a.w. and stuff. the setting look somewhat like the aladdin cartoon! haha. um, the story was interesting la but i snoozed off. too sleepy after eating and it was freaking cold! only woke up when the guys STORMED in when they came back. gahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy sleepy. i must have looked so drowsy woozy oozyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, confirm that guy in white was din! gahhs. too late. wanted to say hi or something but he always look so dao even though we showed signs of recognizing each other. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this dumb number game thingy. they all din wanna play coz they din like the 14 yr old guy. haha. whatever la. and hadi was being such an ass. he was like calling and shouting out people's names frm across the room. "RAUDAH!" and when raudah turn he'll go "dier panggil! -points at me-" pissifying la. and dzul was smart. he was like "EH! jangan macam gitu! nanti dier nangis merajok takder orang nak present lagi" ooh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i presented another one. something about understanding verses of the surah "who had taught us the writing by pen" sth about knowledge and solving problems. i was just rattling off the points the guys wrote. amazingly, sis was like "good." haha. ookay- i think i sounded too serious. was like saying stuff like ".... we understood that.... based on the..." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazirul wore another hotwheels shirt. again. haha. that lil kiddo. did this crossword about science in the qur'an. kinda interesting. 11 planets actually. 2 places where the sun rise and sets. shall go read up more tafsir if i have the time. and helfi was like explaning bout the sun thing. what barat and timur. haha. hohumms. hadi was so enthu la. he was like so guai! like a changed person. coz ammar and me so enthu look thru the tafsir and searching for all the answers already and i think he sort of felt compelled to do the same too. it was nice to see him being all hardworking for a change. dadsy said i influenced him. good influence? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helfi also talked about how the river and sea water is different frm each other etc. how they still taste the same and each doesnt influence the other in terms or temperature or taste. like plain or salty. then idaman was like "masin masin manis ah!" haha. and asrul ;" macam sweet sour fish?" haha. my fav! it's really really interesting to learn more stuff like that. the creation of god &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended off with a game. 10 girls and 10 guys. alternately divided into two. opposite me was like bah and muslihin. bah was like "hi kak!" and muslihin that fisherman was imitating bah with "HIEE kak! mane duit raye? tak per lah hari raye haji pun boleh kasi!" haha. so cartoon lah he. too bad he doesnt keep in contact with haliq. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the last person at the back. and followed by mostafa (he reminds me SO much of haliq) and syuuee and that funny childish guy... and both teams facing each other and hadta grab any untensil of thing that was infront of you in three seconds. i grabbed a jug, mos a spoon and syu a petri dish and funny guy a sponge. the purpose of the game was to pass as much water frm one to another using the things that you grabbed frm the floor. luckily i took a jug! some others got like straws? tea spoons? coffee stirrers? haha. poor ahmad. he got the last one. haa. how to pass water like that? and then the game started. i just had to scoop water frm the pail and mostafa will spoon out the water to syu's petridish and funnyguy will sponge up the water and squeeze it into the jug held by the next person and so on. and no drops of water should be spilled. harry potter guy got a straw! and since he was the first person to start, he gotta suck the water, haha. ew! and mostafa was trying to wipe the droplets of water with his jeans. haha. sweet (: and we took turns spooning out the water coz he was tired. it's really sianning. haha. touchy touchy aye. i had fun! should have splashed someone! lesson learnt: life is full of obstacles and challenges but we must learn to make the right choice and take the right path coz it is your own life. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize presentation! best male participant - harry potter guy! haha. syu likes him coz she gasped when his name was announced. hurhur. still can deny it. and before they announced the best female participant the uztad was like "dia ini seorang..." idaman: perempuan. haha. duh! uztad:"for this past two days, dia seperti sekuntum bunga yang diselubungi oleh kumbang-kumbang...." and everyone turned to look at me. haha. yes. and then he called out my full name. wahh. twice already ((: haha. and took pic with the sis. the photog 14 yr old guy was so slow! i must have stood there smiling like a gundu for at least 15 secs before he snapped. and bah was like "cute sey!" haha. and then when i sat down , syu was like "kembang. kembang" ahha. tsk. did i mention how much i love loud applauses and woots. haha. surprisingly i think i heard my grp members cheering x) love SJI &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang doa perpisahan. it's so saddening. idaman cried! so touching! for a guy to cry in front of everyone, it must have meant alot to him. he might be all irritating on the outside but he;s actually so sentimental on the inside! uhuh. sis aini hugged the girls and kissed us on both our cheeks. heh. sweet (: and then we took grp pics and stufff. everyone loves my cam (: and i told bah i will help her take a pic of drunk. she was like "kak! tak nak lah!" yea. helped the guys take a grp pic too. and then drunk wanted to leave alrdy but i stopped him and snapped a pic of him quickly. hha. for a friend. ahem* bah was so happy. sorry sheils! im not close to depressed la. if i ask pun paiseh. sat maybe aye? haha. stayed back (me syu ham bah sheils) to take pics. with the facilitators, sis ain, sis aini, asrul, helfi, uztad. haha. posing lah they all. yea. funfun (: like cam whoring. haha. and we were like taking pics in the room while they were clearing all the tables and chairs. hmm. syu knows hamzah! and we all went "oooooooooohhhh." haha. poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next sat: community service at darul taqwim (sp?) old folks home. i shall bring my beloved cam again &lt;3 really wanna meet all of them again. funfun! sheils, you must come!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st dec: gathering of all teens alive participants frm all centres. whee. prolly gonna see zahidah that grp too. tkgians (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. ham told us that fezra's acting in hanyut, 25th dec at 0930pm. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring day. tuition with gary tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink and proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113474724405468456?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113474724405468456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113474724405468456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-workshop-day-ii.html' title='last workshop day II'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113465077176450564</id><published>2005-12-15T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:46:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last workshop day I</title><content type='html'>X-CEL day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was earlier than ahsyuueee for once! haha. bought the HUGE 8 DAYS. like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there kinda early. not much people. went upstairs. me hamiza syu farha. the guys dunno all go where. bet they ran away. tsk. oh wells. so we happily thought that we'll remain in the same grp but no - they HAD to reshuffle us. yea. had to pick this slip of paper out of the box. i got um. "GREEN" so i went looking and searching around for the "GREEN" people - hoping that there'll be at least someone i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group was at the back of the class with 8 people in total. guess how many girls were there? "ONE - ME!" how niceeeee x) the rest SEVEN of them are like GUYS. bummer. at first i was kinda pissed la. was like thinking of &lt;strong&gt;~!@#$%^&amp;*()_+&lt;/strong&gt; inside my mind. haha. yea. but later i was alright with the guys. like what the hell -they're humans too. doesnt make a diff even though i was quite uncomfortable at first. the uztazahs wanted to take one guy out and replace him with a girl but i said "im alright" haha. yea. and asrul came and ask "sister, you okay?" i managed an okay sign. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our grp;s name was SJI (sekolah jemaah islamiah) -&gt; what did you expect? GUYS. and also known as (support jambul idaman) sheeshness lorr. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH'S DRUNK/DEPRESSED GUY is in my grp LOL *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys kinda expected me to do for them stuff like tearing for them the papers and stuff but im okay with that unless it gets too extreme. i was very patient and tolerant with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt about some sirah - nabi muhd s.a.w. gua hi'ra and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmad is damn nice. he noticed that i was the only girl in that grp and he was like shouting and warning the guys from his seat - "EH. korang jangan buli budak perempuan tu tau!" and he turned towards me and said "kalau diorang buli kau, bilang aku je - nanti aku belasah diorang." hurhur. so sweet x) and everytime he turned back, i'll be like looking super bored and dao - history lesson mah. and he'll be like "eh! kesian seh dier." and idaman will be like "eh! kau kesian-kesian kat dier sangat naper?" geeeeee. i shall &lt;strong&gt;smack&lt;/strong&gt; him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made houses. with paper. funfun x) haha. they were like super enthu esp that hadi guy even though he's the most RUDE towards me but whatever la. just DAO him. and FATIN zulhaikal is so duper smart. he said "fold the paper into half lah. tak payah susah susah." yea! then they were all like "alah. budak dunman pandai seh." haha. ammar (or you can call me emma) ahha - is damn "LEMBUT" uhuh. get what i mean. but he's nice. always kena bullied somehow. poor guy. but we got 100++ points. at least not last! used own imagination and worked together. (: i like the triangle method too. that zulhaikal guy was so funny la - it was HIS idea but he forgot how to do and asked me in the end. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break - nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;zuhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did the rubber band game. grp of girls. passed the rubberband to each other in a straight line using a straw. haha. i was the last person coz they went accrd to height. hmmm. we targeted three rubberbands but at the end we had SEVENTEEN (: super proud of ourselves right gurls? haha. sis aini was also very proud of us. haha. it was so funny. BAH was giggling and i had trouble trying to get the rubberband frm her. and the best part was that she was having flu and everythign sort of TEMPIAS. haha. the second time we targeted seven but we got TWENTY (: not bad lah considering we had the higest total score. lesson learnt: don't set your goals too low or too high. if you have reached that particular level, always aim higher so that you'll be more motivated. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch - nasi ayam. mmm x) sitting down. zulhaikal and hadi were drawing stuff about idaman on the mahjong paper. this lil guy - nazirul was like telling idaman "EH. rambut kau tu ternaik ah. kat belakang. gi toilet ah. tengok mirror." and idamn really went! and the guys were like drawing nonsensical stuff (CRUDE) on the paper. sheesh. and when idaman came back they were like telling him that his hair still ternaik. so funny la! i was laughing like crazy.and idaman was  like pulling and tugging at his hair and even resorted to using the mirror in the OHP. haha. chao funny xD kecoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to do this thing about what do you do when you're stressed. duh- of course i wrote coz hadi was freaking rude. he was like "aper tengok-tengok?! buat kerje aH!" tsk. and positive things such as in the spiritual manner, aromatherapy, talk to a confidante, spa, sports etc. and negative such as drugs, smoking (ah beng smokes! and he damn stinks) and berZINA. they just have to write ZINA. favourite word since the last workshop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asrul was talking about handling your probs and trying to solve it immediately if you can. what he said was true. dont wait until it turns ugly. 1. distraction 2. avoidance 3. escape (extreme stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter guy aint so innocent! he was meddling ard with the projector and comp. and he typed "steps to f***" on the comp and showed the shadow of his middle finger on the projected screen. gee. and we;re all just do disappointed in him. someone who reads books during breaks and looks so innocent and guai be BAD. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balloon game. bouncing up the balloons. not letting any touch the ground. sounds easy but with more balloons it's more harder and usuing only your left hand? hmmm. we were like shrieking and bouncing the balloons up and one of them got stuck at the aircon. too high. hmmm. ahmad and mostafa helped to bring it down and they took it to play with! coz the guys burst all their balloons. haha. lesson learnt: handle stress wisely. with more balloons means more burden but you can lesson the load by sharing it with more people and also addressing the issue at an earlier stage. dont wait until it's too late alrdy. mid stress - optimum action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked asrul bout tmr's community service. some old folk's home i guess. not confirmed yet. now he thinks im super enthu about this service thingy. haha. and the best part is that he forgot he told us about that during the previous workshop! haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope sheils can come tmr. she can prolly skip her PIT trg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;such a hectic day with grp. hope will be able to survive tmr's. x) off to my 1 million weaver family. grins-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mumsy gave me her old earrings yesterday night. one pair is real silver! all of them are so RETRO! but it holds sentimental value and significance to me. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113465077176450564?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113465077176450564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113465077176450564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-workshop-day-i.html' title='last workshop day I'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113448851461342771</id><published>2005-12-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:43:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plain unlucky</title><content type='html'>woke up at 1030 today. that's early! considering i always wake up during lunch. x) watched some nicenice shows - 8 rules to dating my teenage daughter, bonnie, some TV1 show super touching! - while doing my heymath homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest for lunch, played around with lil bro for a lil. he hates taking pics -shrugs- and i was chasing after him! and suddenly i ran SMACK into the wall. and that lil twit just kept laughing at me. and when he wanted to chase me back he SLAMMED into the kitchen's sliding door and suddenly he went to mumsy and started wailing. uhoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/2gash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/2gash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turns out that his head was bleeding! mumsy was like shouting "THE ICE THE ICE! THE TOWELS! GET ME WATER!" hurhur. me and bro were like panicking already. smashing the ice and wrapping towels around the ice block. luckily it only bled for awhile - if lil bro's head was bleeding profusely, mumsy said we might have to send him to the hospital. lucky we live near CGH. anyway, it was just a gash - but it was still so scary! i didnt know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/4mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/4mess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the big bloody mess. dustbin filled with blood stained paper towels. =X seeing blood makes me feel nauseous. it was both our fault i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/5toee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/5toee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that super unlucky little boy! he went out with mumsy to go to the bank to deposit our raye money and accidentally tripped! and he came back with a chipped toenail which was - bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/1fine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/1fine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; him; before everything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/3gahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/3gahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; poor boy. today's just not his day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuition was alright. quite a number of new faces. wilfred sat beside me for once. did cumulative frequency and stuff. pretty cold tensed atmosphere - very different from last time, when wani was there. we'd joke and laugh like nobody's business. but now, every man;s for his own. oh wells. now when i go to tuition, i just sit there and immerse myself in mathematics. just keep doing and doing non-stop. perhaps it's better that way - to concentrate more since i cant really "play" much now.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i got back from tuition, my bro told me that lil bro's head bled again just now - until blood was trickling down the side of his face! mumsy put alot alot of tea tree oil. hope everything's gonna be alright. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watched the encore telecast of project pilot on arts central; the section. alex polstra is cute! anyway, the storyline was pretty interesting. it got me thinking; how would i have felt if i was transported into the past, into history where everything once happened. kinda freaky actually. looking forward to watching the other encore telecasts of the rest of the productions. x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;teens alive on thurs and fri. x-cel. hope he'll be there. but guess not. i hate this! it's so bloody depressing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gahhs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;anna grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;Hey, take me away&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shout out&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, away, away, away&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Round and round, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Same old start, same old end&lt;br /&gt;Turn my head, I turn back again&lt;br /&gt;Same old stuff never ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113448851461342771?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113448851461342771'/><link 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and rot my life away sitting in front and staring at a big black box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;passion is short lived. once the dust settles, you'll be back in reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tying future, love and aspirations together-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113439453965678500?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113439453965678500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113439453965678500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/courage.html' 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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-9882057.post-113414407129824162</id><published>2005-12-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:01:11.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siao</title><content type='html'>gosh. was online chattin when this SIAO woman downstairs kept shouting and shouting for a good 5-10 mins. scolding her son i bet. she was just rattling off in chinese and yakking non-stop not even giving the poor boy a chance to butt in. it was seriously so LOUD. and at 12 midnight, the streets are kinda quiet and the way she was shouting made it have ECHOES. scaryyy. it was SOOO loud that it attracted my attention and alot of others too judging from the number of people who came out of their houses or stared out from their windows. hur. what a sight!&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-9882057.post-113414350659239726</id><published>2005-12-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:34:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day II</title><content type='html'>i'm so depressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE DIDN'T COME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus plus abang asrul talked about abortion and he even showed us pics! one of the pics is a bloody foetus with it's limbs and head detached from it's body. oh gosh. i was quite disturbed by it. and then when he asked for comments and stuffed the mike in my face i went "OUCH. the girl has to bear all the pain aye." hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining at the start. ya. mostafa decided to leave the group and join J.I. (jambul idaman) sheesh. idaman is this guy's name. he's uber funny but sadly not cute. yea. did stuff like consequnces of berzina. our grp was given the task of "planning for a BABY" haha. we were like listing down all the financial, mental and physical aspects of the topic. quite interesting really. baby baby x) other groups had stuff like "going back to school" and "buying a house". haha. we were like listing down under financial - hospital bills, check up bills, daily needs (pampers, milk, food, clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and idaman was talking about cutting hair. pubic. and it's so sick la. he was like "mesti potong eh?" abang helfi was like "wajib. kebersihan. cukur! bukan potong. hati-hati nanti masuk hospital." gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched anak mami kembali when the guys were having solat jumaat. haha. bah thought it was ANAK KAMBING ALI. haha. i heard something like that too! waheedah's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did stuff on abortions, choosing friends wisely etc. chain of fire. ours was about mobile chatlines. what will one thing lead to another. longest chain with 9! impressive. haha. i especially wrote the "HAVE SEX" on extra large. and added a (: haha. other groups did internet chatrooms, sms networks, hanging out, pornography etc. even though we can do these stuff (except porn of course!) there must be LIMITATIONS. uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and syuee saw this guy who looks like harry potter! he looks chinese - mixed blood la. and wering long sleeved black tee and black jeans and was reading a book - so studious ((: and he's frenship quote was nice! a best friend stands by you when you fall... coming from a GUY, ya. you get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped off sheila's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was funkier! they added an additional group cos there was more people today. the all-guys group, J.I (aka JAMBUL IDAMAN) hurhur. and the ustazah had to move saiful to JambulIdaman. INJUSTICE ): nazirul didnt come either. our datuk went for a holiday. we started by refreshing yday's topic and the only thing the guys can remember, more like idaman alone, (that's his name. cool right?) was zina. he cracked the whole room up! we talked about abortion and they showed pictures of the babies (evil mummys!), we talked about influence of friends and media. oh, and we played another wordjumble game. silenters won too(:this other group, slackers, came up with;"diminish will desire sexual fasting" xDthe correct answer: fasting will diminish sexual desire. hurhur.then it was time for solat jumaat. the girls sat in the room and watched anak mami kembali(:later, we did wedding preparation, baby preparation and buying a house. we did chainoffire and JambulIdaman spelt "pre-marital sex" as "pre-MENTAL sex"haha, hentam ajelah!it was like superlaughter moments. and asri was cracking the whole room up too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;X-CEL next week! apparently quite a number of tkgians go to teens alive too. super cool x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired and still sore that he didnt come. my chances are all gone and hopes - dashed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113414350659239726?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113414350659239726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113414350659239726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-ii.html' title='day II'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113406035392064615</id><published>2005-12-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:45:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day I</title><content type='html'>had teens alive today. wanted to meet syu at tamp mrt's guardian but discovered that it wasn't there! they're renovating that area. hmmm. they're renovating the swimming complex too. i wanna go swimmm! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ice breakers and everything. 4 tkgians. me, kak bah, syuee and hamiza. uhuh. haha. today was a huge grp. divide into 5 smaller grps. i switched grps coz i wanted to be with syu! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was module three - X RATED. yea. hmm. quite quiet for the start. super quiet in fact. i didnt have much to say. very very depressed. syu noticed too and she kept asking me if im alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first activity, they gave us a piece of small paper and asked us to write down what we didnt have when we were kids and what we have now. i immediately thought "BOOBS" and wrote it down. hurhur. and the papers were collected and given out to everyone. haha. i got someone who wrote pimples. there were pubic hair, armpit hair, menses, moustache. and guess who got my slip of paper with BOOBS writted on it? haha. it was the guy who was sitting directly opposite me! and he went laughing his head off i thought he was crazy until syu told me he was holding my slip of paper. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was stoning back when i suddenly heard the conversation of two guys beside me. one of them was clutching his armpit and asking the guy "bulu ketiak (armpit hair) kan?" "ya. kau shave?" haha. i was like WTH!!??? me and syu were like looking at each other and burst out laughing. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during break, went to talk to bah and sheila. we decided that it was damn DAMN BORING without HALIQ. ahhh. damn! why didnt he come today! so so very sad! haha. me and bah were like agreeing that he's the most KECOH one in class and the cutest one too! see syu! im not the only one who thinks that way! haha. oh wells. and then they were all blaming me for not asking for his number previously. gahhs. i have no guts kay! really regretted it. ): it's so lonely and the enthuness is just not there! i dont like it at all aye. was like stoning all the way later in the afternoon! super paiseh =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love praying in the masjid. the ambience, feel and serenity is totally different from at home. &lt;3 it did help me focus better and be in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abang asrulz was talking abt wet dreams and stuff. and he described the guys wet dream as something sticky (melekit) macam telur penyu! PUI PUI PUI! where got such comparison one.. i was like so disgusted. haha. and then another guy was like "when you look at your underwear you'll see a MAP." sheesh. MAP? haha. and so he drew it on the board. the map is the discharge coz apparently it's not a circle but it will look like the shape of some island. LOL. x) super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was funny! we ate in a circle. talked about today's guys. most of them not fun! so quiet and not funny. there were drunk looking guys, depressed guys and stuff. gosh. haha. and bah kept calling me MAM. she was like "eh, mam syafiqah....." grins- it's nice to be called mam leh! haha. i want! anyway, haliq is still the funniest! agreed by gal pals. x) he prolly better come gahhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch did more group works in which i volunteered to write and then i suddenly became the one who writes everything. K.O. lah. hmmm. and there was once where we were asked to break up into two groups - guys and girls and define LOVE. the girls were like writing all mushy stuff and syu egged me on to write. i finally wrote "BURNING PASSION" haha. and everybody went "OOOooooo..." sheesh! haha. yea. the girls were all lovey-dopey with "you see that imperfect person as someone who's perfect" ... "sacrificing for the better" ... "commitment" ... bah told me "kak! i love your art!" (((: she just loves tickling me. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. we compared the girls and the guys. guys have a one-track mind! they're so shallow! they wrote stuff like "no money, no love" ... "no bird, no love" ... "no sex, no love!" gosh. ew ew ew. so typical of them when a grp of guys with raging hormones get together! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we did another grp work. quite funny la. was about having steady(s). yea. mostafa drew a circle. and the other gusy added on until it became an "eye". and he asked me to draw water droplets. so add together become mata air. sheesh. and so being me, i drew the figure of a girl. and they got all excited and wanted to add boobs for her. they decided not to but added a SIX PACK for her. gosh. and they drew her face to be like some monster. my girl became so ugly! and i tried to make her hair more thicker and wavy. all done in blue marker and mostafa was like "SNOW QUEEN" sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was like trying to debate whether wearing baju kurung tmr since it's friday. me and syu are gonna wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, bro was being so nice. he queued up for me. to get the free tall starbucks drink since it was their xmas open house today. he changed my order of green tea frapp to ice mocha. wth? but still he was the one who queued... haha. gonna have a starbucks date with him soon. nar be jealous (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs lim-neo called about job attachment thing. hohummmms. busy busy preparations. received an email from amira! dad allowed me to go for the christmas celebrations in ACM 18th dec. will be helping with the kids workshop but i need to see if syaz and eryn are going first. will prolly be funnn! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really really wished you were there today. sighs. will you appear in front of me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113406035392064615?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113406035392064615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113406035392064615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-i.html' title='day I'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113388890654867119</id><published>2005-12-06T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:08:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spree II</title><content type='html'>feeling much better after letting it all out. to worry about tomorrow, is to be unhappy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy calling in the morning. mumsy was angry i kept hanging around the phone. - but i helped her vacumn the house! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with reen in the afternoon. i was late - again! x) we were talking and walking and there was this guy who suddenly stopped us. quite shocked lah. asked us where's the mrt station. i was like "THERE! see the tracks." quite pissed coz the mrt station was just like THERE. haha. turns out that he's a foreigner. malaysian. yea. so reen and me being kind souls took him to the mrt station which was where we were going to also. lucky him. and he wanted to go to orchard. so we gave him instructions to change trains and so on. and lucky for him his train came! and we said bye and so on. but he was like "aren't you taking this train also?" with that puzzled look. haha. as though he wanted us to follow him all the way to orchard! gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when reen and i turned back to board our train. the door was gonna close. we rushed and reen ran into the train first. suddenly the doors closed. i was left outside, on the platform with reen in the train. i was ready to signal to her to wait at the next station. lol. and then suddenly the door opened back! and i ran in and we giggled like siao and made such a fool of ourselves that everyone was staring. but that is only normal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped around. body shop! haha. reen tried the cranberry shimmer body lotion. it's damn nice! i was looking at some other stuff when she suddenly slapped some lotion onto my arm! and dragged me out coz we were being a nuisance again. haha. and on the way out she was like "come sya, let me help you spread it out" and then she spreaded even more on me lahhs! so both our arms were like shimmery shiny. haha. but it was nice and had a pleasant soothing scent! i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went around tm. toys r us. helped reen take a pic with that fluffy rose and bunny ears. lol. and we oogled at BARBIE and BRATZ. i wanna be a kid again! no worries. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we went to mini toons, before stepping in this DUSTBIN mat was like saying to me "senyum lah. jangan marah-marah ye." EEYEEER pls. so disgusted. i just walked straight ahead and ignored him. pui pui pui. and he had that da se lang look. so bian tai lorr. and reen was teasing me inside mini toons pasal dustbin guy - orange hair how disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then century square. talked alot about anak c while making our art piece. mine's an eye. her's a rainbow. my treat (: the lady's nice. hur. hmmm. she's just scared that i'll termasuk dalam his perangkap. but girls do get swayed by honeyed words and sweet-nothings. oh wells. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took neos (: JUMP! aha. love that shot. it's pretty natural. and syueee knows i love natural shots. x) but i think we looked kinda les in those pics. haha. hell. it's gurly lurve. took some pics with my cam too. reen riding a "horsie". nyeh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to treat her to icecream too but i was complaining that it was FATTENING. haha, so when we got to simei, after shopping at eastpoint, i wanted to get PLAIN waffles instead of those with jam or peanutbutter and reen went "why? VERY FATTENING is it?" and she kept using it on me! gahhs. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition later. new people. eugene and heather. haha. old schmates. class was pretty quiet. i din like it but what to do aye. sometimes it's better that i immerse myself into maths and concentrate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching rainbow connection when gary called. haha. i was uber happy. ah wells. it's just nice to hear his laughter. very comfortable talking to him. aye! i shan't go on. too much alrdy =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mumsy's taking away the SCV box. no more disney. no more thats so raven, no more suite life of zack and cody, no more everything! ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113388890654867119?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113388890654867119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113388890654867119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/spree-ii.html' title='spree II'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113379358681037714</id><published>2005-12-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:39:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tarts</title><content type='html'>my eyes are bloody red and sore now. thanks to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings and emotions have been welling up inside this huge bottle. it was only today, on a faithful day that the bottle could not hold anymore and it just broke; crashed. i couldn't stop. everything just flowed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been bottling up everything inside me till today, when you came and chatted to me. it was the trigger factor. i don't know anymore. i just don't know. i want everything to be like it used to but now it's impossible. i yearn so much to belong. to smile and joke and laugh with you guys. to at least be on sociable talking terms. nobody wants to be an outcast. the feeling of being lonely, of being alone, is just too familiar for words.  the times when i stood alone and looked like a gundu is just countless. trying to pretend is just too fake and hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you i will reflect but now it seems i feel that it won't do much good anymore. what's the use if we only have about six months to go? i certainly don't want things to worsen but... oh wells- the future is not mine to say. i don't know what's happening. i don't know how it came to this. but one thing's for sure, i've given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take it as though everything's my fault. my own fault. i caused everything. it's my fault. i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113379358681037714?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113379358681037714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113379358681037714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/tarts.html' title='tarts'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113361978839938242</id><published>2005-12-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:39:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spree</title><content type='html'>met eli and el at aljunied in the morning. fine - i was late. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard road. shopped at wisma atria first. eli bought a jacket frm forever 21. find eli's black patent leather shoes. no size! walked to far east. we kinda got lost. walked to far east shopping centre instead of far east plaza. and when we reached far east SHOPPING centre i got so excited seeing the words "far east". haha. so dumb. x) bought mascara, earrings from future state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at kfc - i was freaking hungry alrdy and walked back to wisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way, we splurged at body shop! haha. i blew 40 bucks there. gosh. with all the tea tree products and fragrance and face cleansers and shower gels. x) funfun. everyone was just like grabbing everything off the shelves. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us bought shirts from giordano in black, turquoise and baby pink. hur. i think i went to at least 5 giordano outlets alrdy, asking for the corduroy sling bag. they don't have it! so freaking irritated. but at least the staff were nice. thumbs up to the service (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my corduroy jeans from bossini too. love the colour (: was looking for it at first. kinda ended up at the men's section and i was asking eli "are the jeans unisex?" haha. so dumb. she led me to the women's section. found corduroy stuff but when i saw it was kinda short but i still continued searching. luckily this guy came to help me. he led me to another shelf and told me that the ones i was looking at were capris. sheesh! haha. i felt so stupid. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around summore but i was kinda tired alrdy. eli was still looking for her shoes - me and el just gave up and sat on the couches everytime we enter a shoe shop. haha. they have comfortable couches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli had to go at three - so fast can! didn't even have time to go to the lime bazaar. i clean forgot about it! i was so tired. on the train ride i kept yawning la. and eli kept looking at me and commenting. and she finally yawned too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and el went to tm - havent bought eyeshadow. went to esprit; red earth to get those. 3 for 28 bucks. of course we grabbed those. haha. i bought a shimmery green and a dark bronze one. (: smacking. tried to find the esprit cap but they only had it in blue not red. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;century square, the excusively hers toilet at level 2. damn nice (: like a powder room complete with a couch and ever-so-huge-mirrors. bought an aeropostal shirt, jeans at baleno. nicenice (: was walking to this perfume shop when i heard someone call my name. sheesh! it was mam muhadah. so freaky can. haha. she went to a wedding dinner. so pretty in black! almost din recognize her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if reen's free we're going out on tuesday. i dunno - i still need a white top. gahh. and i got a call frm alin and all the guides stuff is making me drowsy with a big major headache. i think that's what 8 hours of shopping will do to you. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just blew 170 bucks today. way to go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113361978839938242?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113361978839938242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113361978839938242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/spree.html' title='spree'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113345324923353570</id><published>2005-12-01T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:09:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frigging</title><content type='html'>went back to school for committee work. gosh. i'm like their mentor for structure but at least i dont sit around and "show face" only. and prolly eat and finish of everything. wth. i did work okay. pulled like siao - until elenna laughed at me coz i looked so CONSTIPATED. gahhs. yes. my hands were bloody red and aching and lil pinky was all swollen and -poofed-! lovegrass was irritating too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like super pissed with them. gosh. they only know how to talk talk and ask us to "hurry up and faster finish". dont they know that in structure, it's definitely NOT easy. you guys have all talk and no action. and structure is prolly the ones who is the last to leave - everytime. and it's always the committe who everyone detests being in because of the hard work, sufferings and long hours and undying effort. and can't YOU freaking geddit that it's difficult to move everything back to the equipment den which is quite a distance considering how huge, enormous and heavy part of the structure is. and it's just freaking common sense that you prolly allow us to do it behind the canteen coz it'll save us time, effort and energy. and yes, so what if we only have ONE day left. THREE hours. you better help too, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;bitch. -rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the feeling of being cast aside. of being an outcast, a loner, the fear, the fustration of being used. im so freaking used to it. thanks to you, you, you and you. and i dont give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, these are the things which made me &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) cheong nina's treat of eggtart. it was so sudden. i thought she requested it to be placed in a paperbag so that she could eat it on the way home but it was actually meant for me. she's super sweet, that lil thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) thinking about el's and eli's retail therapy this saturday. lime bazaar here we come! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) reen's sms to tell me that she came back from thailand and she bought for me two pairs of my favourite kind of earrings - long and dangly! one pink and the other purple. uber sweet! can't wait to see her again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) cheer's call to tell me that she has mine and eli's tickets to the band concert on 29th dec! haha. she always sounds so chirpy and LOUD on the phone that it immediately brightens up my day. gonna get the tics from her tmr. under door (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) syu's and my constant argument about her affair with cedric behind BERGKAMP's back. haha. it's such a long conversation in which 3/4 of it is spent on arguing. it's chao lame and just crapping with her online makes me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2e2004. 14 forever." robert pattinson! ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel the same effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2e2004. 14 forever." robert pattinson! ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;strong&gt;when i feel for ced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2e2004. 14 forever." robert pattinson! ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;omg he &lt;strong&gt;sounds like he's my bf&lt;/strong&gt; or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2e2004. 14 forever." robert pattinson! ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hopeful*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so chor lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bintan meeting tmr. reflections. i havent prolly finish my journal! ands it's like 12 + am now. and syueee's still online apparently coz it's the hols. haha. and we're both worrying about teens alive. coz she dont wanna go without me -aw. (: and we'll prolly get to see &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; again yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissy sent in her choice of school slip yesterday. 1st choice: tkg. hope she gets in so that i can pass my pinafores to her lol. she'll look so cute! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i suddenly feel like having a million bucks - anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113345324923353570?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113345324923353570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113345324923353570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/12/frigging.html' title='frigging'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113328157863774627</id><published>2005-11-29T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:26:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omnimax</title><content type='html'>i feel stupid to go all the way to jurong east to watch harry potter -again- but there was this cute guy in a yellow shirt ((: kept hovering around the chocolate fondue. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called nar before going in. absolutely disturbed by the fact that someone is pestering me. gahhs. &lt;em&gt;bloody hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i saw you guys, i realised - i'm not ready. it ain;t the time yet. perhaps, that's what every girl wants; including me. but it aint that easy as it looks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113328157863774627?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113328157863774627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113328157863774627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/omnimax.html' title='omnimax'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113319534412852808</id><published>2005-11-28T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:29:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HP4</title><content type='html'>went with naq today - at plaza sing. i think i bought too much chips - leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;cedric is cute (: harrys acting is still commendable. fleur's pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner-cum-movie tomorrow at omnimax with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the dark side-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113319534412852808?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113319534412852808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113319534412852808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/hp4.html' title='HP4'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113311329517046538</id><published>2005-11-27T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:41:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BINTAN</title><content type='html'>23-26 nov '05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im back! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penguin ferry about 1hr40mins ferry ride.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt puke!&lt;br /&gt;thanks mumsy for the sour plums.&lt;br /&gt;me and ame and mr roslan in the cab&lt;br /&gt;not enough space in the bus!&lt;br /&gt;bumpy 1hr ride to kawal middle school&lt;br /&gt;met the kids&lt;br /&gt;exercised with them (aerobics hurhur)&lt;br /&gt;played games&lt;br /&gt;my first chio partner - irene!&lt;br /&gt;played "say my name" wanted to play whacko but mdm lenny din let&lt;br /&gt;too VIOLENT - BAH!&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch at resort&lt;br /&gt;bunk #3&lt;br /&gt;with syaf (NPcute), syahidah, PJ, aisyahRC, fadh, nabilah and liyana&lt;br /&gt;went back to the sch - telematch with group D&lt;br /&gt;stupid flour! pui pui pui&lt;br /&gt;got back, dinner, shower, reflections&lt;br /&gt;by bedmates (: me, fadh, liyana, nabilah&lt;br /&gt;chatted till quite late - about guys!&lt;br /&gt;somebody's wish to meet a guy in a red baju kurung and samping! LOL x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow in the morning! stretched all the way.&lt;br /&gt;first time i saw a full rainbow (:&lt;br /&gt;so picturesque!&lt;br /&gt;loved the banana pancake for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;went to the school - art lessons&lt;br /&gt;me and fadh - straw stars&lt;br /&gt;syaf, sooming and nabilah - origami butterflies&lt;br /&gt;had trouble communicating and explaining instructions&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun&lt;br /&gt;the guys peeping thru the windows were chao irritating&lt;br /&gt;kept calling out some girls names&lt;br /&gt;menggatal sih!&lt;br /&gt;lunch was nice (: rendang and some lauk lemak&lt;br /&gt;they taught us how to do straw flowers really lovely!&lt;br /&gt;and the girls were so patient with us&lt;br /&gt;esp syaz and her juliana.&lt;br /&gt;rocket experiment - me, mala and gang&lt;br /&gt;decorated until so girlish pink with straws and all&lt;br /&gt;won 1st prize for best decorated! ((:&lt;br /&gt;but it was decorated wrongly. wrong side! the front was at the back and vice versa! ooops =X&lt;br /&gt;crowded in jeep and went to kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;13 of us in the jeep! sat on sabrina's lap. hur.&lt;br /&gt;went back to resort, shower and dinner. was playing bridge and heard CRAB. everyone ran. haha.&lt;br /&gt;STAR GAZING on the bridge (: they saw 3 shooting stars. pretty night sky. it's etched in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;chatted with bedmates at night (: fadh and her cutesy drawing of her and BAIHAKKI in her journal. had a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast - commitee songs&lt;br /&gt;dumdumdidi, peace like a river, father abaraham...&lt;br /&gt;and they came! the kids from SMP - sekolah menengah pertama (pronounced as SMPeh)&lt;br /&gt;all dressed up and looking all so pretty (;&lt;br /&gt;sang commitee songs with them. taught them dumdumdidi. so cartoon la!&lt;br /&gt;we din noe how to say sexy in malay - the sexy version! haha. lucky ame translated to chinese for triana to tell the others.&lt;br /&gt;went back to bunks to talk about their life, school, traditions and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;my partner was selfi - this cute girl of 11 yrs old. principal's daughter! ooh! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i got bored talking. so i was stoning practically.&lt;br /&gt;triana has singapore cable! was telling us what happened in rainbow connection lol.&lt;br /&gt;went to do archery.&lt;br /&gt;petom ash was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;i cant get the bullseye. so irrittaed BAHS!&lt;br /&gt;lunch and set off to boom netting.&lt;br /&gt;super fun. alin and ame jumped in first. and the rest of them was deciding who to go next.&lt;br /&gt;chao slow so i just went in and cut their queue. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;thanks filza for being my photog (:&lt;br /&gt;jumped in at least 4 times. the water was nice. haha. and i had difficuly staying at one spot coz of the currents. had to crawl up using the net.&lt;br /&gt;should try it at tioman - water much clearer ;)&lt;br /&gt;got on the bus all cold. brrrr.&lt;br /&gt;showered and then sang at the rocks with RC people.&lt;br /&gt;some went to rock climb. diana was damn cool. she's super tomboyish. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;when mala came down her white pants were flapping in the wind and she looked like a NINJA ;)&lt;br /&gt;bbq - otah, satay, rice, vege. delicious and spicy hot!&lt;br /&gt;went to pray with alin.&lt;br /&gt;stepped on my specs in the toilet. the lenses came out! ))):&lt;br /&gt;super blind.&lt;br /&gt;sang songs at the campfire. the fire was pretty huge. frenship dance.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin nanti by peterpan and it's all about us by TATU. nicenice.&lt;br /&gt;had hugs and tears of seperation and farewell.&lt;br /&gt;mala was the cutest. only had a chance to say bye to her at the bridge&lt;br /&gt;i was like "mala! kenapa kamu tidak mengucapkan slmt tinggal kpd saya tadi?" (action angry) mala-" maaf kak!" haha. and when we hugged she suddenly planted a kiss on my cheek! x)&lt;br /&gt;very very sad to leave them. they're really nice. murni, rini, irene, mala, hui fen, helen, xiaoling, triana, selfi, norfiqah.... *&lt;br /&gt;last night, all eight of us on the 2 beds. haha. pple heads on laps and stuff. pretty squeezed but cosy! liyana and fadh and nabilah were so cute! three juniours talking about class problems and stuff. (: super alot of geragat. haha. and i thought they were quiet! syaf was spiderman of the night! kept crawling up the wall and peeping out to see if there were any teachers. haha. had fun laughing together. PJ's chao lame lorr. she and her ATC stories. ahha. and i suddenly dozed off during one of her stories. dreamt that i was falling backwords and into the sea from the bridge outside our bunk. i suddenly JERKED,GASPED and woke up, shocking everyone. haha. macam mengigau liddat. super paiseh! =X continued talking and stuff. and in the end, everyone slept on the bed at 4AM. GUA SUDAH CAPEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE during breakfast. fil taught me. pauline, sooming and cera. hurhur. pauline "bridge sounds more high class than taiti." haha. took pics and stuff. loola resort (: i was last to bathe. luckily farz and syaz offered me their bunk toilet if i waited for PJ to finish bathing i would be late! got on the bus at 9 plus. slept the way there. bought some prawn crackers for mumsy. ferry delayed. was more like a flight kinda interior. played bridge with my bridge gang all the way. ate potato chips and banana chips too. yummy (: went home with syaz,, her mom's pretty nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shut up&lt;/strong&gt; minah. i dont want to hear about your stupid stories anymore. about you and whatever guy. i dont give a freaking damn! you were the only thing i hated thruout the whole trip. freaking hell! and i dont get why you keep getting in my way with my other friends - dragging me off and being so clingy and hogging my precious cam! wth! i wish i hadnt known you. it'll be better if you just drowned in your world of fantasy. BAH! go get your ass outta my life! DAO PLAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113311329517046538?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113311329517046538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113311329517046538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/bintan.html' title='BINTAN'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113311384653079454</id><published>2005-11-22T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:52:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jalan raye</title><content type='html'>rain rain go away ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;white ghost. li - macam pakai telekung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all white including pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham;s house.&lt;br /&gt;ERRA FAZIRA&lt;br /&gt;ERNIE? - naq&lt;br /&gt;ERNIE AND BIG BIRD - nissa&lt;br /&gt;ERNIE's BIRD? - wani&lt;br /&gt;which part? - narr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like sesame street aint so innocent after all.&lt;br /&gt;giggles and laughs. and 10pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113311384653079454?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/113311384653079454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882057&amp;postID=113311384653079454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113311384653079454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113311384653079454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/jalan-raye.html' title='jalan raye'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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-9882057.post-113258887581582554</id><published>2005-11-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:01:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>woke up early today to go to school - last SL meeting before i leave on wednesday. basically we just had a small talk with mdm lee and then help mrs loe pack the stuff like books and stationery that we'll be bringing there. crapped alot with jessie and annabelle - i was just laughing and laughing and scolding jessie in chinese. ma ren! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home. bro said there was a call for me. "hello." i went "hello. who are you?!" "i'm mdm hassan...." i was like OOOPS. haha. so paiseh. =X yea. she invited me shu and syaz to her house tonight to talk about the job experience since she missed our "big" presentation. shu and i said yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a short nap and then wanted to bathe before going out to make my i/c. wanying called but it was elenna's voice. sheesh! haha. these two's banter always makes me laugh (: and they din wanna let me go bathe larr. so i hadta talk to them. hmmm. and you can't trick me with faith's voice. lol. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take a passport sized shot at konica shop? yea. the guy editted my pic until i look so different! mmft. make me look so white and made my lips redder. sheesh! haha. went to ICA with dad. love bike &lt;33 the waiting time was alright a few mins only. and the guy who served us was nice. (: he and dad were discussing about my jawi name. cool (: i want to put my jawi name on my i/c - like dad's. i like the ink thingy. super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ice cream outside. it was super hard! but at least when i ate it on the bike it din melt so fast. haha. went to this sportsware sale - bought 2 shorts. hope they aren't TOO short. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner and went out again. met shu at bedok interchange. took the bus to mdm hassan's house. didnt noe that her house was super near so hadta walk a distance back in the end. heh,. her house is cosy (: greeted by her kids - 2 girls and a guy. all so chubby and cute! ate soto ayam - yummy! shu was poking me at my sides coz of the kitty placemat and then her relatives came. i got up to salam them and shu also followed. then when i salam-ed this aunty, the aunty then took shu's hand and like expected shu to salam her also. it was damn cartoon la! haha. continued eating. popiah and hotdogs and orange juice (: i drank ALOT until i hadto go pee. * some sec four seniors came. sitting down at the couch there when one of them went "EH! you're that singa award girl right?" super paiseh can! ate the kuih and watched harry potter on ch5. me and shu were super tickled by their banter and confessions of who's cuter - harry, ron, cedric... got served chilled bananas with chocolate poured over it plus almonds and chocolate sprinkles. yum (: looked thru wedding photos while watching rainbow connection. hurhur. kinda discussed it with one of the sec4s - shes a librarian. nicenice. her youngest kid is sho cute! the most chubbiest. super entertaining. she wanted me to read for her this tarzan storybook. haha. mdm hassan's hubby's a nice guy. chatted with him a lil. haha. he teached history for sec3, 4, 5 in CCSS! shall ask reen. he's mr narin/narif? sth like that. haha. anyway, it was 10 plus already when we left. she gave us a green packet. so nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a letter frm darul ghufran. TEENS ALIVE workshop on the 8, 9, 15, 16 dec. yay! miss all of them muchies! haha. SYU; i hope &lt;strong&gt;HE and HE are &lt;/strong&gt;gonna be there! wheeee... happyhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jalan raye with 2/2 peeps tomorrow. it's gonna be fun but super tiring ((: i havent packed my bag! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113258887581582554?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113258887581582554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113258887581582554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113248752569386631</id><published>2005-11-20T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:52:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i</title><content type='html'>she's got her life. i've got mine. it's as though we're seperated by a thin glass - able to see what each other's doing but not being able to do anything about it. as cliche as it may sound, we're so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113248752569386631?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113248752569386631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113248752569386631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-and-i.html' title='you and i'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113241737570024604</id><published>2005-11-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:22:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up we go</title><content type='html'>hike at macritchie today. the bus ride already took 1hr. damn! should have slept. hurhur. but the whole thing was fun with my two/three escorts (?) cheong nina, cass and yuefang. lol. she's that put the lime in the coke you nut bottle carrier. heh. anyway, snapped pics of cow when we were resting. i took 5 pics of her before she realised kay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked and walked. up and down. the treetop thingy. that wasnt so scart except for the monkey waiting for us at the end - and baring it's sharp teeth. gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was once where cass and nina were walking in front of me and nina sort of nearly went over the side of the wooden path and she screamed! haha. and this young couple in front were laughing at her. and when we walked past them, the guy made fun of nina. x) saw a couple more monkeys and this cute squirrel scurrying along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i saw that SPS host, khairuddin shahrom. nice bod but my wu gui's one will always be tops. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, took a shower and slept. cheer called me about 4 i think. coz i was still half asleep and all groggy and i pressed the wrong button. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called again when i woke up. haha. so funny. miss having all those hour-long talks with her. always laughing like shit. haha. mumsy gave me a look when i was talking super loudly on the phone. lol. x) haha. yes cheeri, i wanna sit behind you again (: free chocolates and food! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatives came at about 0630. i stood at the sink washing dishes all the way straight until 0830. madness. oh wells. my cousin's husband came to wash his hands and said "been washing dishes?" i went "hurhur. today only la. not so bad." "means you dont normally do this everyday?" "um.. yarr." haha. super paiseh. and my aunt came in too. she was super nice. offered to help me since i look like some poor thing but i declined la. she's a guest please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was washing and my cuz's maid came to place the dirty dishes. she looked at me. i looked at her back. then i continued washing the dishes and told mumsy later on, "i feel like a maid." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adults were talking frm 8 all the way to 1110. got super bored. wanted to sleep but they were SO LOUD. i dont get why adults/parents hafta talk about their children's results academically. it's super irritating. and everybody who comes, they'll go on repeat-mode. gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to call reen. or did reen call me? haha. anyways, chatted until her mom scolded her. oops. sorry reen. haha. anyways, dont think too much about next year kay. it'll just fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my super cute cousin was teaching my lil bros tricks. quite fun to watch actually, and when my bro came to show me, it was kinda successful. wow. good teacher eh. wanted to take a pic of em but he hadta go. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's your &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; eh? -grins-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish everything could be rekindled again. just the way it used to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113241737570024604?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113241737570024604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113241737570024604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/up-we-go.html' title='up we go'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113232337001740910</id><published>2005-11-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:16:50.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretence</title><content type='html'>i feel really fake talking to her and laughing over the phone. everything between is can be describe in two words; fake, pretence. i re-read my old blog recently and realised that the hatred that i have for her have blossomed over the years. read &lt;strong&gt;hatred,&lt;/strong&gt; not love. perhaps you can say that i was stupid, naive and dumb last time but not now, i'm sure. i can't stand it when she takes me as a substitute - only sticking to me when her buds arent there. i don't freaking give a damn about her anymore. she can be happy with the rest of them for all i care. she can dominate the whole world and i won't bat an eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113232337001740910?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113232337001740910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113232337001740910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/pretence.html' title='pretence'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113224433346132804</id><published>2005-11-17T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:31:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>lunch treat by andrew at this nasi padang shop - sinar pagi nasi padang. sat upstairs where it was air-conditioned. (: super nice food - didnt mind the wait. shushu was hungry! the tahu telur, beef rendang and the chicken in coconut (?) was super yummilicious. snapped pics of them before eating. andrew's so funny! he kept telling us stories about his daughter and family and stuff. and he and karen have great chemistry. super funny lunch. noticed these makansutra certs put up on the wall. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presentation went well. im glad even though i actually screwed up - kept "ummm-ing" and pausing which i think is totally irritating but i was nervous kay! all of them were surprisingly punctual came in at THREE. gosh just when eryn and i were rehearsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were karen, andrew, jennifer, lisa, jeanette, amira and mrs lim-neo. i cant believe they actually talked about JUSTIN (michael) in front of everyone. wth! (: had a small chat with mrs lim-neo. another jennifer. that makes three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a quiet moment between us 4 in the big orange room - just sitting in the dark and viewing the sides all over again. it was a nostalgic moment - something i will remember (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a debrief with karen. i was too tired - didnt say much and just poured it all out in my reflections. asked her about ghost tours. im spooked! =X she said that we were welcome to come back anytime - free entry (: LOL. absolutely gonna go back for the power dressing exhibition on the 12th of december. me and eryn were also thinking of going back and helping them in the christmas celebrations - the programmes and everything. * private sector/civil service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled some admin stuff. the freaking cd didnt wanna burn our ppt presentation. super angry. but oh wells. syaz said she'll burn it for me. returned shu's WATERBOYS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by that time, it was already 0630. supposed to leave at 0615. i wanted to take pics with the other staff members. i tell you all of them are so so nice! (: bombarded jennifer first. she was like "now? now's the time when i look worst!" haha. coz she was typing something and busy photocopying a mag. butbut she's really nice. obliged to my request. hurhur. talked about stuff such as what are we gonna do about our future and such. so nice. and she's pretty too. and SKINNY. acck! asked if we'll come back. lol. of course i want to! shu said "but 1 month later, you'll sure forget us!" she said "no lah! you're the first batch. you'll be in my heart always." (((: gave us her name card and chocolates yummmm * next we bombarded lisa at her cubicle. feel so mean coz she was busy too! they're all staying back - overtime. yea. syaz helped me take a pic and i kinda lingered around. asked me about our holidays. i said no holiday, time to study. haha. then she wanted to say something like "dont study hard" but it ended up as "dont study too hard, study hard and ALSO play hard" and then she said "take care yea?" and we parted. so sweet (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took more pics in the big orange room. shu was jealous my cam CLEARER and NICER (: she practically made me run around to chase after my cam and get it back. and i kena poke/tickled on my side. evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we walked out, it was already 7pm where on normal days im already home. lol. took more pics of the singapore river, brightly lit fullerton hotel and the bridge. (: saw a butch in the train. gee. straightaway watched &lt;em&gt;wang zi bian qing wa&lt;/em&gt; when i got home. dang-ou's really sweet and romantic. he cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watched harry potter TWICE. on with naqie and her sisters and one on the very NEXT day with sibs - dad's company english dinner buffet and after that the movie. the list of food makes me go hungry.. fish crunch fingers, irish mutton stew, whole roast chicken, fried bangers and onion rings, tempura squid ring (and that's just the dinner!) the desert include pudding, strawberry and marshmellow chocolate foundue (i hope they have a chocolate fountain!) and more. (: i know i'm such a greedy pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's a long long journey...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113224433346132804?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113224433346132804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113224433346132804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113215436949888268</id><published>2005-11-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:23:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop</title><content type='html'>wore a long denim skirt to work today. syaz had to wait for me coz i take forever to walk in those skirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading the today paper while waiting for the train. saw this guy 2 carriages away. looked alot like si wei. kept looking and looking coz i wasnt wearing my specs. decided to forget it coz i really cant see. in the train, i stood near the door, reading my newspaper. when i finally looked up, that guy in the stripey shirt was there, beside me! so freaky can. =X i really thought it was si wei, so i was ready to hit him and shout OIE. but when i looked closely at the face, it WASNT! so pai seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did our powerpoint presentation. they used my pics (: happyhappy. went out to the galleries with syaz again to take a few more pics. it was freaking cold! decided to go in back and grab our jackets. lol. luckily most of the pics turned out nice. kinda spooked by the quietness and dimness of the galleries esp the 1st and 3rd level ones. brr. eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and syaz got so irritated with that security guard. he think he's so freaking cool issit? that all the girls will stare at him. i always walk past him and give him an evil GLARE coz he always stares at us as though we're doing something wrong. i cant wait to &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; see your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did most of the content and animation for tmr's &lt;strong&gt;BIG DAY&lt;/strong&gt;. gee. wrote scripts. only left inserting the pics and last minute finalisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen and andrew are treating us to lunch tomorrow. hope it'll be somewhere nice. andrew joked that he'll treat us at &lt;strong&gt;fullerton&lt;/strong&gt;, just across the river. haha. i wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eryn slipped down the spiral stairs. twice! and when she landed on the last step, she cant stop laughing. poor girl! went up back to put some stuff. saw andrew in his shirt and SPANDEX. haha. as he said it was "LYCRA" right. anyway, the scene was amusing. all the girls were teasing him and calling it SPANDEX and giggling. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gonna be a super formal day tomorrow. the 4 formally dressed girls- gonna take lotsa pics. snap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113215436949888268?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113215436949888268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113215436949888268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/pop.html' title='pop'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113207093028785737</id><published>2005-11-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:08:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BK</title><content type='html'>went to school with syaz today first for SL briefing. around 30mins only. went to esso after that. it was raining so heavily! bought a lot of junk from there. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purposely missed 2 buses- can't be bothered to run! was stuffing all the junk into my bag and when i looked up i saw SYUSYU!! haha. missed that girl muchies. havent talked to her for a very very very loong time. okay. you get it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audio tour research on royalty and death theme.&lt;br /&gt;met shu and eryn in the little red room.&lt;br /&gt;we were all so sleepy reading the catalogue that we decided to have a power nap (:&lt;br /&gt;5 mins nap.&lt;br /&gt;woke up and read again.&lt;br /&gt;by lunch we were super tired - just reading.&lt;br /&gt;shushu was dozing off already - head on the table.&lt;br /&gt;all of us decided to take a 30mins nap. (it was lunch break)&lt;br /&gt;i switched off the lights. x) hee.&lt;br /&gt;managed to actually sleep. until realised that karen actually peeped in with her lunch and immediately backed out. heard her whispering to someone else "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the girls are sleeping&lt;/span&gt;" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz and i did our proposal at the lobby. ice cream man! x)&lt;br /&gt;heard this extremely WEIRD convo between this fortune teller and this cruella look alike. something about love life and fortune and money $$. interesting to eavesdrop (:&lt;br /&gt;there was a wedding shoot going on too! inside the museum itself. so freaking cool! the bride's pretty and the groom is kinda good looking. they posed by the huge window. natural sunlight. (: the whole museum has this colonial design which will look real nice in wedding photos. yea. so they posed ever so lovingly by the window, nuzzling each other's noses and looking so blissfully happy. then they went over and posed by the steps. so sweet (: im jealous.&lt;br /&gt;jennifer came over to say hi. and we kinda chatted. she was overlooking the shoot. yea. so cool. talked about staying single at this age and having freedom and actually finding your true self before you become someone else because of somebody. yea. a very meaningful chat. she's actually a really nice person - can she be my godsis? haha. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished typing real fast in the office with shu distracting me in the background when she knew i was super stressed! haha. i nearly strangled her anyways. went to BK again. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jalan raye soon. cant wait to see all of them again. x) and naq just invited me to watch hp with her. yayness. ((: but for now, i must get through thursday's presentation. full speed ahead tomorrow! JIAYOU eryn shu syaz. the 4 sleepy girls-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113207093028785737?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113207093028785737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113207093028785737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/bk.html' title='BK'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113198335592683208</id><published>2005-11-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:49:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trying on eryn's birkenstocks. super comfy (: shu was like "it costs 10 bucks?" pun intended. (inside joke) so i tried it on. damn nice can. i want! haha. then shushu said to me "your leg too skinny lahhs." i was like "cannot meh? is it only for TOUGH people like you" hurhur x) and we began laughing like siao on the couch. i bet if no one was in the office, we would have been jumping up and down the red couch already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shu tried on again. her feet was too small for it. eryn and i wear the same size 38 (: i was telling shu "the shoe too small!" and she went huhh. "the shoe too SMALL." then she told me "the shoe too BIG lah, where got small" haha. so pai seh can. i meant to say her feet to small. LOL! i was telling them "sorry lah. too SLOW. hungry mah." -sheepish grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;body shop&lt;/strong&gt; having fantastic deals and offers (: being kiasu people, eryn and me took the booklet with the discount coupons. LOL. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going BK with shu tmr after work. last 2 days of english what-you-call-that burger. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me happy all day, you never know dear how much i love you please dont take my sunshine away -bobbobbarney-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113198335592683208?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113198335592683208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113198335592683208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/trying-on-eryns-birkenstocks.html' title=''/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113189370848437452</id><published>2005-11-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:57:02.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absent mindedly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday i forgot to add this in (coz of my bad mood perhaps);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were walking nearby some shops at tampines, my aunt just pointed to her right and kept laughing like siao. mumsy, sissy and i were curious and decided to see. turns out that this 2 little boys were trying on dresses for girls while their mom shopped! the scene was just so amusing! they were like taking the dresses off the racks and trying to measure them on their skinny bodies. one tried the pink one and the other; orange! and it's those kinda dress you would wear to hawaii. super flowery. LOL. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicenice oli is gonna book tics for me for the 29th dec band concert at VCH (: such a dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to-do list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reply back all the lovely bdae testimonials*&lt;br /&gt;- work; important presentation on the 17th at 3pm (big orange room)*&lt;br /&gt;- SL; call syaf and decide on materials to bring*&lt;br /&gt;- complete the two inspirational posters for the classroom at bintan*&lt;br /&gt;- pack my luggage for the bintan trip 23nov - 26nov*&lt;br /&gt;- change currency $$*&lt;br /&gt;- go and make my IC with dad*&lt;br /&gt;- upload photos so that my cam is free to take more pics during jalan raye on 22th nov&lt;br /&gt;- try to see when i can go back for guides meetings&lt;br /&gt;- macritchie hike on the 19th*&lt;br /&gt;- decide on a day to celebrate dad's birthday at cafe vienna (:&lt;br /&gt;- start on chem homework&lt;br /&gt;- and heymath (a/e)&lt;br /&gt;- fax and collect new schoolbooks for next year frm popular&lt;br /&gt;- find a date to go out with reen; dec i s'pose&lt;br /&gt;- reply aunt's and godbro's email*&lt;br /&gt;- clear my messy table and pack up the sec3 books* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- find a day to treat sissy at sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* urgent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. so many things to do - so little time. i havent started mugging yet! tomorrow's attachment with admin. gonna collate the statistics during lunch! and i AM supposed to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna backflip-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113189370848437452?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113189370848437452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113189370848437452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/absent-mindedly.html' title='absent mindedly'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113180655091753570</id><published>2005-11-12T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:42:30.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the most horrible cramps of my life. really really painful. it just HAD to happen TODAY of all the days. nice present btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst of all - i was going jalan-jalan. thought that it wouldn't be so bad. but in the train, i really really cannot tahan. was breathing very heavily and it all just hurts too much. even bended down and wanted to puke. and i was almost crying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got a seat. felt a lil better but the pain came back. i was tossing and turning in my seat. had to bear with it for a super long journey- from simei to tiong baharu. it felt super LOONG. and i just felt so so so awful. the pain is undescriable. i wonder how am i supposed to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got on the bus, and managed to sleep. felt better. when finally got to my cousin's house i immediately searched the cabinets for panadol extra, swallowed three and took a nap on the sofa. luckily it turned out alright. bad bad experience today. now i know how min felt that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't such a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you ame, elenna, syu, nad, eli, wani, nissa, naq, ain for the birthday wishes and meenz! for the lovely call and nice singing of the birthday song (: really really appreciate all kind souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i said i didn't know and you replied that you'll also forget - it doesn't mean that you can REALLY FORGET! tsk manns. ): i'm so disappointed in you(s). i guess i've been wrong. since the start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-screams-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113180655091753570?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113180655091753570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113180655091753570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113172754629907231</id><published>2005-11-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:45:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughterist-</title><content type='html'>was late for work today! once only! -overslept =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking of my super weird but definitely a feel-good dream which i rarely get. uber TALL two stories guy. hugs and hair strokes. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the way to work, saw this couple in the train with a baby girl dressed in pink. and she's just so cute - the way she immediately stopped crying when her daddy carried her and patted her back. it's really lovely to see parents care so much about their child. it's as though the baby is so vunerable that you wanna protect her from all danger and evil. (: touching really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed in and went into the cubicle first. ate a breakfast of cupcakes and lays with shu and eryn. haha. met jennifer (MCC exec) and she briefed us on our task. quite fun talking to her. she's really friendly and talkative -haha- just like lisa. hmmm. found out that she was a guide in secondary school too (: was a PL and confessed that she couldn't march! so cute x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set off to BORDERS. browsed thru magazines! and searched for their numbers to call for advertising and stuff - also updated the media list given to us by jen. for publicity (: spent and hour and half doing that. bought my cleo (there were stacks and stacks of them. real scary!) and wanted to leave. suddenly saw someone SUPER familiar. immediately pulled shushu behind one of the racks and whispered to her "EHHHH! isn't that the guy you trailed yesterday?" and she went "ooooh ya!" haha. he was still with that black backpack. LOL. i'd recognise him anywhere. anyway, the 3 of us walked super fast out. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to the office and immediately had lunch. super hungry x) made milo for me and eryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started SPYING again. got this caucasian woman at first. she spent 30mins viewing that singapore river thingy! i lost her THREE times. ): went up and down the stairs and kept searching in all galleries when i finally found her downstairs. gee. make me run around like siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second guy was a white guy with curly blonde hair. he really DOES look like justin timberlake. hurhur x) haha. he spent around 20mins in the whole museum and left. just snapped pictures and glanced thru everything. coolness. made my life easier. haha. shu and eryn was like talking behind my back larr when i mentioned he DID look like jt. shu was like "there! i told you she was DISTRACTED." wth lorr. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i finished early, took a third one. this group consisting of a granny, mother and lil daughter. they were rushing too. and i was kinda stuck CLOSE to them all the while. at the gamelan gallery, i was too tired and just sat down at the seat. when the granny came, i made way for her to sit down and she exclaimed "she's that girl we saw at china (gallery)!" LOL. oopsie =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, everything went well. we have 15 people. reached our target - now the difficult part is collating all the results and doing up the ppt presentation. oh wells. someone's birthday today. really really grand. jamie's 40th birthday. cocktail tables, spotlights, DISCO lights, decor, got RED CARPET summore! richhh. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to start to collate our results and do up the statistics. eryn heard andrew talking about food. and when he walk past, he was like "you girls hungry? want any food?" me and eryn immediately perked up and stuck our heads out the cubicle and went "YES!!!" haha. in the end, eryn, me, andrew, amira, meifen and this nicenice lady went down. once that guy gave the hand signal we grabbed the food! haha. took chicken drumsticks, strawberry, kiwi, dragonfruit tarts, mango pudding, siew mai, yam cake, fried bee hoon. haha. look like greedy pigs lorr. told andrew we are "growing" kids. haha. and he was like "take more. take more." sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some trouble going back up because both mine and eryn's hands were full - carrying the plates of food. and we were giggling all the way up the stairs coz the chicken drumstick on eryn's plate was JIGGLING and it looked so funny! managed to make it up. tempted shuhui so much that she decided to EAT also. haiyonehhs! haha. dad called soon after and left early coz he fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gran left, went out to go jalan-jalan. went to kak ani's hse - neighbour and then to lil bro's fren's house in the same block. super cool. my mom and lil bro's fren's dad are related. means our families are related. lol. this guy called A is my mom's dad's (grandfather)'s brother and his wife is my lil bro's fren's dad's dad's sister. LOL. it sounds so confusing but it's such a small world! lol. and when i was going out, my lil bro's fren's sister kept smiling at me and finally asked me "you're from coral sec right?" i was like nop but she looked chao familiar! got to know that she's actually my netball senior from primary school - belinda. no wonder. lol. i never really knew her coz didnt dare talk to her - she was the HIP kind while im the slenger one lah. haha. but she was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chased the bus to go to my godmother's house - the one who babysat me when i was small. awwness (: missed them all so much. chatted with them alot. about school and stuff. my godma was like "she's 15? then i must be 60!" haha. so cute x) and they kept a cat called GIRL in the house. it's cute but im terrified! =X and my godpa wants me to become a doctor so that i can treat him for free. haha. my godbro grow up alrdy and become so cute lorr. but liking him is the same as liking my own bro which is so... EW! haha. anyways, i've always treated him like my older brother. yea x) snapped pics. some even with the kitty! far away from me of course! a pity i only get to see them once a year - during raya. miss mak and pakcik and my three bros alot. miss being fussed around and pampered by them. haha. lil sis. x) hughug. "dah besar anak mak." -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my favourite aunt's house last. my lil cuzzie is running a high fever! so poor thing. ): ate alot there. adults chatted too. funfun eavesdropping x) stayed until 1045. my uncles still owes me a macs treat! haha. he's so cute can! we were just JOKING that we wanted to go to macs that night. but he never hear properly and when my aunt told him - he felt so bad and guilty and even wanted to take us out on the next day! LOL. sweetness la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays-&lt;br /&gt;1st nov: sweet uncle&lt;br /&gt;9th nov: cuzzy fau&lt;br /&gt;11th nov: sissy&lt;br /&gt;12th nov: me&lt;br /&gt;14th nov: fav aunt&lt;br /&gt;21 nov: uncle ron&lt;br /&gt;22 nov: dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday tomorrow. but i don't really feel anything. a mixture of happiness and sadness perhaps? just a neutral feeling. mumsy says that as you celebrate your birthday every year, remember that you have a year less to live and spend your time on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-happy birthday dear sissy (: i'm treating you at SAKURA and we shall playback the past-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113172754629907231?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113172754629907231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113172754629907231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/laughterist.html' title='laughterist-'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113163724679328638</id><published>2005-11-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:43:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0650</title><content type='html'>formal wear today. x) blended in with the office crowd at raffles place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reported to lisa ang - customer services. she's really nice. sat in the small red room - talked about hospitality services. dealing with terrible horrigible customers. patience. fustrations. did some changes to the ACM feedback form (minor ones - bilinguallity and such)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then off went the fire alarm. chao noisy! it was super SHRILL! couldnt stand it! and lisa was still talking to jennifer and leaning against the door. and she was asking me "how? how? how to go out?" haha. i was like "there. the stairs." haha. she's so cute x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole FIRE EVACUATION thingy was funny. interesting? our assembly area was near some sitting spot by the singapore river. lol. me and eryn were busy laughing and taking pics of the other staff members. funfun x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came back, syaz and i went downstairs to surf the net since the intern wasnt there. about myths and legends regarding south asia (india) and west asia (islamic). found some real interesting stuff like how muay thai boxing is related to the indian stories and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got really hungry and we went off to macs for lunch. had grilled chicken foldover. first time eating fastfood in months! so sinful. after that, amira gave us yummy oatmeal cookies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started our SPYING at 1.30pm but most of the visitors bought tickets and loitered around to wait for the 2pm tour. eryn didn't wanna trail too many visitors that are going on the guided tour - too ma fan. i was chao nervous when they pushed me to approach this middle-aged caucasian couple. i was practically clutching my notebook and pen. =X but in the end, the woman was really nice and very cooperative. once the tour started eryn went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the 3 of us waited and waited. shushu even had time to sleep on the bench lah! hers was this old guy. i approached him and we talked as we walked coz he was in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait wait. super long! skipped a few people - this french woman with a thick accent, a chinese group and 2 japanese groups. don't understand! arigato. and around 330 - this woman came in. french but with a not so thick accent - still understandable. was practically standing on the stairs and talking to her. LOL. saw andrew walk past - so pai seh!!! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shu and eryn did another one person each. this woman from the caribbean and an old white couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, everyone that i talked to was super friendly and had alot to say about the museum. i was like directing them to the table and we chatted there. i felt like those people meeting clients that sort. also something like selling insurance. LOL! butbut the caribbean woman ESCAPED! she ran away lorr! tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. the people who made the most impact on me today was the last couple - from america. they were really nice and chatty. it was interesting just listening to them. i was laughing when the guy said "should add more spotlights so that the gold jewellery will SPARKLE" haha. cute lorr. x) i really had fun doing the "front person" job - meeting people, getting to know them and stuff. maybe i shall go into some PR industry or customer services. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew came by. told me that he saw and heard me while i was talking to the woman on the stairs. "you were very polite and that's good!" x)) cubicle. shu and eryn played solitare while i rewrote the comments again. tabulated everything. left at 0635. late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining outside. saw a kitty. eryn took a video of the cat. so poor thing! it was bleeding on it's behind. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to BK shu bought her food while the rest 3 went to the body shop. lol. laughed so much today with eryn. bet she's on high - dunno why (: funnnnnnnn. white musk -wrinkles nose-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping at BORDERS tomorrow - with jennifer. and i SPY again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;*lined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-licking the wounds of regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113163724679328638?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113163724679328638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113163724679328638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/0650.html' title='0650'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113155045255527498</id><published>2005-11-09T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:34:12.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i spy</title><content type='html'>woke up late today! super tired. didnt eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with karen - discussed finishing touches.&lt;br /&gt;did a pilot in the morning - the sch kids were real noisy! and they were testing the fire alarm tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent lunch napping at the BIG RED COUCH x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;visitor surveillance *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real thing began in the afternoon. eryn was at interviewer. went 2nd after shu. trailed this middle aged THAI couple. they were quite thorough. the two of them went crazy at the 3rd gallery - snapping pics of buddha and stuff. spent quite sometime there. they spent SUPER long at the audio visual thing at the islamic gallery - something about calligraphy and ink. about 20 - 30 mins! haha. the woman kept standing and squatting. first time i saw that after andrew told us bout it. (: i think after awhile, they kinda noticed that i was following them even though i pretended to be a student. snapping pictures of the exhibits and filling in the blanks in my "worksheet" (checklist) LOL! coz in the gamelan gallery, there was no where to hide! it was almost like an open area. =X and the guy was looking at me suspiciously. oops. most of the time, i was pretending to flip through the lecterns and copy down things in my "worksheet". but i think they kinda sensed that i was following them and spying on them coz i was always there when they were. mmft. esp once when i turned left and nearly bumped into them. but they were done in about 1 1/2 - 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was okay compared to syaz's guy. old with white hair. a white guy. he spent a FREAKING total of FOUR hours in the museum. HMPH. i helped syaz half-way thru. spent about 2hrs with her, trailing him. he really went to EVERY exhibit and read EVERY SINGLE THING. i was irritated and super pissed already. he even had time to go and join the 2pm tour with pauline. syaz and i were already so exhausted - just waiting for him and spying on him! syaz said he spent ONE hour at the SEA gallery. wth. waited super long for him at the indian gallery. even the security guard came and talk to me. haha. but i like that guard. he's super friendly and really easy to talk to. whenever he sees me, he'll nod his head and smile (: anyway, we LOST him! yea. eryn couldnt find him after he went into the museum shop. must have escaped! MMFT. so wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatigue. went back to the comfy big red couch to rest. shared with karen our experiences. started on the powerpoint while i snapped some pics of the office. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be the interviewer tomorrow. dress formally (: must must do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chocolate muffin -muacks- happy happy morning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113155045255527498?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113155045255527498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113155045255527498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-spy.html' title='i spy'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113146302674513012</id><published>2005-11-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:17:06.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>you didn't have to trigger everything again;&lt;br /&gt;making me reminisce about the past,&lt;br /&gt;never to be the future again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the sparkles of the river water when the sunlight shines on it&lt;br /&gt;pure beauty&lt;br /&gt;i wished&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on past deeds&lt;br /&gt;even kind souls can't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swishing and swirling of the water&lt;br /&gt;as the sunlight dances on it&lt;br /&gt;bouncing off as the rays reflect&lt;br /&gt;just as pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be another deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-presence of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113146302674513012?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113146302674513012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113146302674513012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113137214550750188</id><published>2005-11-07T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:02:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15 papercuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113137214550750188?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113137214550750188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113137214550750188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/15-papercuts.html' title=''/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113136872586191936</id><published>2005-11-06T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:06:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired out</title><content type='html'>today was so much fun! (: went to work at about 1045. met syaz and eryn and we went up trying to find the shaw foyer and there it was! lol. yea. me and eryn went up to help mei fen staple some spice workshop notes. 50 sheets x 18 pages!! haha. my hand were chao red. it's funny how different i felt when there was no one in the office. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went down when we were done for the crafty kids workshop. saw this mum and 2 boys. lil kids. helped them with their spice magnet. they were practically the only 2 customers! so pathetic lorr. haha. but the boys were really really cute! haha. i helped the elder one who was in primary one. haha. i made him smell all the spices - cinnamon, cardamom, black and white pepper and star annis (sp?) haha. and he looked so cute when he kept rubbing his nose and looking all cramped. oops. i think i just made him super uncomfortable when he told me he din like the smell. lol. helped their mum take a few pics of the lil one x) awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this funny woman. she just sat on one of the chairs and started smelling the cinnamon. i was like "these are called SPICES" i think she din understand me. so i was like "COOKING?" and she said something in a funny language. syaz said that it was KOREAN. haha. anyway, i left her alone since we couldnt communicate. everytime i turn around and look at her, her head will be stuffed in that bowl of cinnamon, smelling and sniffing the fragrance. LOL. eryn said she's addicted to it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they stayed for the wayang kulit workshop - which i bet was super fun as they got to do their puppet! this lil boy - kinda outspoken entertained me and eryn with his "puppet show". his dad helped. this bro and sis puppet were hugging and stuff and the sounds the boy made behind that screen was super funny! esp the part where the puppets were "hugging" haha. totally cracked me up. the three of us went to old chang kee near funan to get some food for the CCH people. such a long walk! saw this SCC organised rugby tournament at the padang. kinda interesting to watch actually (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back. me and syaz tried to get adults to attend this spice workshop but most of them said no. there was this couple who looked interested but when we got on the 2nd floor they just turned and walked into the gallery. wth! oh wells. their loss! coz i had fun listening to the speaker talking about the different types of spices and what functions and qualities they have. it's really interesting to be able to know and smell the spices. got her namecard x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joined the little kids in the rangoli workshop. funfun x) played around with macaroni and rice. we were practically the "BIG" kids. lol. and the woman said that mine was nice! haha. shall upload it one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a storytelling tour about the hindu gods and stuff. the storyteller was amusing! reminded me of gary except that he's alot more DRAMATIC and has a booming voice. haha. really enjoyed the stories. i felt like a little kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had another crafty kids workshop. a larger turnout compared to the first one. went around helping the kids with the sticky glue and magnets. almost 5. packed up and stuff. most of us even did another magnet. lol. i was trying to convince gene that the white glue will dry CLEAR. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home - reached just in time for phil of the future x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113136872586191936?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113136872586191936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113136872586191936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/tired-out.html' title='tired out'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113120433743200265</id><published>2005-11-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:25:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>gonna go to work tomorrow. ACM's open house. helping gene and kelly in the children's workshops. and i cant believe i asked andrew if we could walk ard during the adult's workshop! lol. i wanna watch the&lt;strong&gt; wushu&lt;/strong&gt; performance lah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday was mainly organising day and stuff. me shu and syaz came at the same time. it was raining so heavily. shushu was wearing a skirt! haha. she looked great actually. hmmm. she looked - sophisticated. hurhur. so we began rearranging stuff and labelling all the boxes and stuff. had a meeting with mei fen at 12 in the big orange room. discussed about this sunday's event. interesting meeting. coz i've never been in an actual one. coolness. continued packing for awhile. went across the river to buy syaz's macs lunch. they all ate at the discovery room. hmmm. continued packing everything until about 2. stuffed everything back into the store. it looks oh-so-neat and nice now. x) when andrew and lynn came in to check on us, we received good comments la. heh. created the database. we thought the fujitsu laptop was stolen - coz victor discovered that the door wasnt locked and yea.. in the end lynn came back and opened the wash room where she locked the laptop in. LOL. of all the places! then we created the database. took chao long coz andrew wanted us to do a drop down list and type in everything so that it'll be easier to search for something. by the time we started keying in the records it was close to six. i was already so cold and a lil high. haha. coz there were these guys doing some setting up of stuff outside and one of them peered in and i was like "CHI KO PEK!!" haha. shu was like "????" after a few mins, me and shu decided to go up to look for lynn. lynn was super nice. she was caring la. yea. told us that we need not finish everything by that day coz it's gonna be really late. so we decided to pack up and leave. saw this couple taking wedding photos on the bridge. so romantic x) awww... told syaz that i shall bring my cam one day and we shall spend our lunch time taking photos of singapore river. the scenery is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went jalan-jalan today. a lil tired actually. el called while i was waiting for the bus. hmmm. couldnt talk much. saw naddie and her family while we were at haig road. so cool. (: didnt see her for a super long time even though we both live in the same estate. her dad is nice. at least her folks remembers me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll enjoy my day with the kids tomorrow. with spices. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113120433743200265?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113120433743200265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113120433743200265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113102796263216942</id><published>2005-11-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:26:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bought new white pumps x) mumsy's lovely choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113102796263216942?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113102796263216942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113102796263216942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/bought-new-white-pumps-x-mumsys-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113094915289164589</id><published>2005-11-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:32:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH BOY, SHEN RE KUAI LE! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mommy xiang ni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACM empress place&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumsy was like "pergi kerja, jgn lupe bawa payung." lol. she made me sound and feel so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and syaz nearly got lost coz we walked so far until chulia street and then turned back coz it just felt wrong. haha. and there was this stupid mat who was singing raye songs on his bike. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we finally got there. after seeing maybank and the huge and grand fullerton hotel. whoa. only waited for while and then shushu came. i was surprised at her punctuality. haha. okay. that was sarcastic =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go in. waited for awhile. and then karen came. she told us that there was another girl. and all the three of us were like chao blur. waited freaking long. i was getting impatient. and then she came. yea. the teachers din even tell us! ya. and then we wernt supposed to wear school u leh. wth larr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eryn. yea. she went to ACM armenian street. (: so we got introduced to amira. and we signed in with victor at the cctv room. freaking cool man. i love the pass. the pass will help you gain entry to certain parts of the building that the public cant go. x) and when you take the staff lift, you gotta swipe your pass first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so amira brought us up to the office on the third floor. went into the big orange room. (: it's a meeting room with orange walls. so cool. like those chinese dramas where we all sat around a meeting table. haha. yea. karen and andrew (the manager of ES) was there. they briefed us on the days events and what to expect and everything. also. they gave us our first task - creating a database for the store using microsoft access. accck! it looks so CHIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we placed our bags at amira's cabinet and went off for an orientation of the whole workplace. mainly behind the scenes job. yea. she introduced us to her colleagues and stuff. alor of the curators are on leave - attending events overseas. coolness. hairani is from tkg (: the people there are nice but i think amira's the nicest la. haha. swiped passes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11. we went on a guided tour with pauline lue, a volunteer guide. only four of us. lol. so she took us to the different galleries within an hour. really really gained alot of knowledge from the whole tour. from the four main galleries - southeast asia, south asia, west asia and china. it was really interesting just listening to pauline telling us about the history and culture of all the different parts of asia even though i knew shushu was gonna fall asleep. haha. i really like the story about the son of the hindu god - ganesha. "&lt;em&gt;this is my father. this is my mother. and when i walk around them, i'd have walked around the whole universe&lt;/em&gt;." smiles. i loved this part of the day best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we had our free time. decided to walk around a lil more. a bit ulu and freaky coz there wasn't many people in the morning. but the atmosphere and surroundings was really nice. pauline told us that the lights are dimmed because some of the artefacts are old and with the strong spotlights, they will deteriorate faster. (: me and shu smelled this camphor smell when we stepped into the hindu section and this GORENG PISANG aroma when we stepped into this gallery which features the wayang kulit and gamelan stuffs. yummy x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling kinda restless and eryn's legs were already blistering. coz she was wearing work clothes and shoes. a lil formal. hmm. so decided to play around with the laptop. get started with microsoft access. it was a major headache! shu and syaz gave up alrdy. left me and eryn, googling at the lap top and figuring stuff out. i need a crash course! heh. hmmm. we basically figured how to create a database for the stuffs in the store. created fields and inserted new records. that was how lunch time was spent, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet karen at the disco(very) room at 2. she was late. so i went up to the lobby. saw her talking to some people. turned out to be lecturers. the lady was frm tkg too. now a lecturer at RP. haha. she was so cartoon! she saw me in my sch u and went "EHHHHHH." and smiled. haha. got started on the store. lynn scares me. luckily, amanda, a student guide helped us out. was such a mess. so MUCH stationery and art and craft materials. sorted and packed things out for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen came and called all of us for a debrief. sat on this cushions on the floor. (very japanese feel) hmm. talked about our learning objectives and our hopes and fears. hmmm. i told her about my fear of that microsoft access. haha. she plans to have someone come over to teach us. whee. (: sometimes, it's better to open your mouth and ask. it doesnt hurt. yea. karen's nice too. syaf and syaz. lol. we were given early release. left at three. andrew wished us "selamat hari raya." lol. he reminds me so much of uncle ron. (: victor signed out for us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot wear tees to work! acck. how. all my clothes are like tees and i dont want to look so formal. shall figure something out. amira says, something presentable and not look as though you're going clubbing. karen says, jeans are hmmmm... polos are fine. ?? still havent gotten my white pumps yet. freaking sad. really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whether to go to work on sunday. from 11-5pm. coz it's ACM's open house and mei fen needs help, i guess. but it's gonna be fun. (: more of like really planning and doing stuffs for an actual event! kinda excited bout it actually. i think this job attachment thing is alrdy further cultivating my interest in history and in museums. and STEF, no, there aren't any cute guys - unfortunately. hurhur. must stay loyal and faithful to your KANGAROO. donch worry bout me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's raye. it feels so fast. and i din really lose any weight this year. saddening. ): need to start exercising alrdy. yea. but im not excited. the feeling just aint there anymore. the spark of enthusiasm is gone. -poof- shrugs. but i just wanna see mak and my three big da-ge(s) again. miss them muchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i walked past the bball court, i thought of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost every night, my mind will drift to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know how difficult it is to get you out of my head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to erase you out of my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so torturous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all those nostalgic memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweetness that once was showered upon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all just ended, right there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're just memories- like butterflies trapped in a bottle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for the day that they'll be set free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when is it to come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only hope prevails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113094915289164589?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113094915289164589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113094915289164589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/11/job.html' title='job'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113076336581205903</id><published>2005-10-31T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:56:05.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out.</title><content type='html'>o's was alright i guess. yepyep. i took my own sweet time in the morning. thought i was late! but in the end met li and naq at paya lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;syusyu; sorry! i din mean to be exeptionally evil to you! but haha- dunno why i become like an evil sarcastic witch when i'm around you. HEH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole exam was kinda okay. i finished both papers right on the dot. it wasn't really like scary, &lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt;, but just a neutral feeling. the invigilator reminded me alot of cikgu sahriana. x) i like the stick on the barcode on the answer script part. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, me naq and nissa went to far east. lucky we din get lost. trust your instincts! (: walked walked around. finally found that shop - evolution. 03-108b far east// saw the 2000++ pairs of earrings and just went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W-I-L-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! spent dunno how-long in there. in the end bought 2 pairs. a red and green one. one chosen by naq the other by nissa. i like the green one alott ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to missha after that. real nice glosses and eyeshadows. lovely &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. awwww man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to watch the rainbow connection starring jeanette aw. it's a drama filled with dance... nicenice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna shop for shoes tomorrow (: maybe sneak in a few tops too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm gonna eat my ice kacang. yummmmyyyy x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113076336581205903?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113076336581205903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113076336581205903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/out.html' title='out.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113068141537602461</id><published>2005-10-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:10:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo-story</title><content type='html'>helped mumsy bake today. finally. (: i think i made a mess in the kitchen with all the flour and stuff. we baked and baked for three hours. funfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/yum.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/yum.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from top left (clockwise): cheese biscuits before, cheese biscuits after (the heavenly aroma) but look at the greasy paper!, kuih bangkit and my cheeseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in total, we made 2 different kinds of kuih today. sissy and i are helping mumsy bake chocolate chip cupcakes either on tuesday or wednesday. and perhaps marble cake on hari raya eve. i love baking x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/lightrobes.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/lightrobes.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the flashes of light on the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/partyhat.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/partyhat.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lil bro's party hat. swirlyyyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/xbox.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/xbox.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like this pic of sissy's hands. (: sissy says the pillow is ugly and she demands another re-take. fat hope! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/engrossed.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/engrossed.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; totally engrossed in their game. tsk. i need to buck up on tony hawk's underground and that racing game! [starting frm tmr, after o's] i dont believe i'll always &lt;em&gt;lose&lt;/em&gt; to sissy and lil bro! MMFT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MALAY o level paper tmr. i &lt;em&gt;need need need&lt;/em&gt; to score well! thankiew meenz and yiying for the luck (((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers everyone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113068141537602461?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113068141537602461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113068141537602461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/photo-story.html' title='photo-story'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113059407685889464</id><published>2005-10-29T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:54:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heck</title><content type='html'>told mumsy i din like my birthday present she got me. ah wells. i know i hurt her feelings but... sighs. i rather her not get me anything at all. why the sudden change &lt;strong&gt;this year&lt;/strong&gt;? i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/alphabet/?photo_id=11179043"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alphabets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113059407685889464?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/113059407685889464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882057&amp;postID=113059407685889464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113059407685889464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113059407685889464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/heck.html' title='heck'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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-9882057.post-113051408002814938</id><published>2005-10-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:51:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interclass frisbee. 2ND (we beat 3/8, 3/7, 3/1) (((: &lt;em&gt;go sixers! &lt;/em&gt;amanda, nah, non, cheer and stef. cool! haha. it was fun watching em play. and as, meen, me and syaz were like enthu la. cheered em' on. esp syaz was like a wailing siren. haha. me and as were "watergirls"! haha. after a game, we'll give the players cold refilled water cooler water and i'll pass nah her sweaty towel. being treated like pros lorr. (: haha. and it's like - fussing over them. x) i love looking at the clouds. me and eli saw one which looked like a &lt;em&gt;PHOENIX&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;with it's wings spread out in a magnificent and majestic way&lt;/em&gt;. should have brought my cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had that financial talk. yea. wasn't really paying attn. utterly bored. except for the part where meenz kept stealing the sweets. LOL! the skit was kinda fun la. mar was susie. i was the mom and meenz the dad. haha. damn cartoon la. beg for money to buy new phone- motorola razr. and meenz was supposed to say sth stupid like take the motor and put the razor together butbut both of us just couldnt help laughing. must have looked stupid in front of the class =X but our grp's ending was funny. susie died! coz she stabbed herself with the razor. so tak masuk akal langsung! &lt;em&gt;the queenies (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promotion day. no school. stayed at home and did some studying for malay o's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaned out the class cupboard first and swept the floor with as. so dirty. &lt;em&gt;gee. i was trying to help to sweep the floor to keep the class clean and you snapped at me just coz i accidentally brushed across your shoe. wth. why don't you get your freaking butt of the chair and help too instead of just sitting down and chatting. tsk! &lt;/em&gt;had that reflections on the school values done first. was in grp 4 with syaz, stef, jo, ta. practically only me and stef were enthu ones. lol. yea. den was writing down stuff and suddenly ame's grp cheered. haha. was like wondering and then meen told us that mr zain told them that everyone in the class will be promoted (: so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought brownies during recess to support SL's fund raising effort and some bookmarks from wynne's class too. eli ate in front of meee! mmft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class after that. played &lt;em&gt;stress. &lt;/em&gt;funfun (: i especially get "high" when playing with mar. she's damn pro lah. haha. but yea. mar and me.. we were just like slamming cards on the table. she's so cute la. haha. everytime lose then will be chao noisy - not happy until the chair slams back onto the floor (most of the times) lol. and got once where both our cards suddenly went flying onto the floor (coz i think it was too fast) and we both SHRIEKED coz if you're late in placing a card.. it's crucial! haha. and everyone turned and look and "SHHHHHHH" us. oopsie =X haha. meenz and eli play very cute lorr. congrats meenz, for winning (: must must train hard during the hols! haha. but yea, i think i'm kinda rusty. so long nvr play. but for a rusty person - not bad right? haha. mar and her "strategies". x) &lt;em&gt;bonding over stress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with as and cheer. bought lime (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed up until 2AM to finish my heritage logbook. sigh. had only 3 hours of sleep. freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a super long meeting with mrs lim-neo about the job attachment. yea. coz she din wanna let us go, considering the number of subjects failed for EOY. gee. in the end only me, syaz and shushu confirmed going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had a mt lesson with cikgu zain. haha. i was chao scared coz didnt do my kefahaman section. (compre) but he din go thru. i was late for 30 MINS la. haha. coz of the meeting. luckily cikgu din scold. =X was teasing syusyu whether she missed me or not. that girl arh! the lesson was damn funny la. (: as usual. i always enjoy his hmt lessons. funfun. heh. and at the end of the lesson he was like "JANGAN baca buku inggeris! fikir dan bertutur dalam bahasa MELAYU. puasa daripada bahasa inggeris." (: and he was like telling us to speak in malay to your friends except those non-malay. and when teacher us why you come late - you cannot answer coz you must speak malay! just shake your head! lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e maths. was playing stress. haha. meenz and mar were so cute la! meenz saw the chance to stress mar and she shouted "STRESS!" and feeling all so proud of herself.. and mar was like "tak boleh! mesti cakap TEKANAN!" haha. sheesh (: but can you imagine- stress is one syllabul and TEKANAN is THREE! -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody wanted to study BIO la. mc was like PROTESTING. and we were all like "bio suck la. we study so hard but still fail.." but actually feel quite mean to ms tay leh. yea. so in the end she taught a lil bout functions of white blood cells and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs liew came in for chem. and started to talk bout our marks and stuff. and yea. she said "i'm disappointed in some of my better students." accckkkk! me and soph felt guilty. guilt eats up your insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was kinda dry. did pair work with meenz. yea. sth to do with templer and stuff. me and meenz was like chatting bout other stuffs la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, stayed back for awhile to continue chatting with meenz. yea. it was real fun just talking to her. somehow, yea, felt closer to her (: it's a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had service learning meeting. fadh, syaf and sooming. art lessons x) fadh's so enthu. esp bout the posters. they changed plan. wanted to make it more like "stations" kind. hmmmahamem. -shrugs- jessie was on high lah. she wanted to bake more brownies for me. i thought she looked kinda drunk? haha. and annabelle's paper kept flying down onto the floor and i hadta pick it up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with min to the vcd shop to return her rented&lt;em&gt; daniel wu&lt;/em&gt; movies. (: after that, took 32 with her. yea. kinda fun going home with someone else for a change. we chatted bout studies, daniel wu cop movies!!!! and rich nicenice houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was too tired i fell asleep the moment i got home. had a major throbbing headache. felt weird for the whole day. but of course watched &lt;em&gt;wang zi bian qing wa&lt;/em&gt;. mumsy watched too! while we ate redbean ice cream. haha. i was like explaining to mumsy the whole story. i know lah. she reading newspaper but actually peeking from the sides of the paper to watch also! hurhur x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday (today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down with eli to chop the kamus dewan for monday o's. saw ms (kara) tay. and she smiled! i was smiling back so sheepishly. haha. i miss her small tutor groups! plusplus all the candies and stuff! yumm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm surayah din come so we played stress! haha. you must be thinking - again!? (: i just watched mar and sy and as play coz dint feel too good today. meenz said that maybe coz i've been playing too much stress the past few days. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and soph rushed out our history homework. so fun doing with her. but actually mc's my real history partner. sorry for abandoning you partner! yea. we just "....." for quote and highlighted the sources. mdm hassan was late coz she had a meeting. yep. she went thru more SBQs. and then said that we could hand up the homework she was supposed to go thru coz there wasnt anymore time left. yea. me and soph decided to hand up our work. a bit shoddy leh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt was okay i guess. went thru the other papers. so horrible la the cloze passage! me and syu only got FOUR over 10! and azyan got SEVEN. smarrt girl. and he was like "ini membezakan antara belajar yang CEMERLANG..." sheesh! haha. he always liddat one lorr! make me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli forced me to go with her for her meeting during recess. sheesh. felt so extra. she was talking to all the POPS. lol. i was like her secretary la. carry everything. =P in the end i was chao bored and decided to chiong upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit was ookay. mrs loe wanted to give us a short quiz but got very STRONG OBJECTIONS. haha. so i played stress with mar. only one game and suddenly it was time to go to the hall. so i was like "GAME! okay! let's go to the hall!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs loke's farewell. yea. she cried la. kinda saddening. i was distracted by this sec2 sitting in front of me. she kept shuffling her mini poker cards! haha. yea. so ms terri gave a speech. mrs loke gave a speech too. and they gave her presents and stuff. and DAISIES while we did the tk cheers lead by ELI AND MIAO. haha. ahemahem. cannot hear them lorr! and i got no mood to cheer liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut.. the best part was that.. crazy idea of mar and sy. the whole of 3/6 trooped down to the general office and demanded to be let into mrs loke's office. mdm khoo was angry la and she said "OUT! OUT!" but ms terri was so nice and she allowed the whole class to come into mrs loke's office. (: and so we stomped into mrs loke's office and started singing AULD LANG SYNE. (plus alot of giggles and sheepish grins) but we manged to carry it off in the end! mrs loke was crying! her eyes were damn red and she was like "i'm so touched. thank you." (: and then she asked"who wants a hug" and all of us pointed at ame and pushed her to loke-yeo. haha. so cute! and yea she wished us all the best (: sweet. she aint that bad actually. but the best part was that 3/6 did something TOGETHER! (: and the feeling of class spirit was greattt ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from charlotte's blog: after we finished the song, she said 'i guess you'll be going to tjc' and we laughed like nobody's businesss ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from ame's: we sang auld lang syne to herSO SWEETTTTTand she wanted to hug a representativeso yeah. everyone pointed at me and PUSHED ME!ohmy.what great sabotageso i hugged mrs lokeand she smelled good!HAHAHAH okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody deserves it actually. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went back to class to do operation cleanup. me eli cheer jy did the walls. we scrubbed till the paint peeled off! haha. see. so thoroughly clean! soph was carrying the lil bucket of water for us. (: should have seen the sight from third floor! the sec 1s brought all their tables outside and onto the poor grass and scrubbed it there! gee. 1st time i've seen something like that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the hall to get our report books. i &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; stuff my report book into my bag as soon as i get it. x) bla bla. the principal had a lot to say. so much for K.I.S.S. (keeping it short and sweet) i was fidgeting alrdy. i hate sitting on the floor! legs - numbed. still hadta stay back for exam briefing summore. with ms lui. yea. must must remember to bring my &lt;strong&gt;entry proof and passport&lt;/strong&gt; on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met alin at the guides den, so me and eli decided to dump our dictionaries there. (: and the three of us hopped off to geylang. to see the bazaar. it was bloody hot. and me and alin we alrdy thirsty! looking at the sugarcane juice and FOOD! yumm. we saw earrings! (but obiang ones only) and there was once where alin asked me to look up. i saw this scruffy bear in a purple guys baju kurung and a big donald duck soft toy in a green one of the same design! chao funny. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. and so we walked and walked around. saw this filming crew! decided to take a closer look. it was mastura ahmad and suhaimi yusof filming warna ramadhan! so cool ((: they were both wearing lime green. mastura was in a lime green kebaya top, purple sarong and 5 inch high heels - sth like clogs. whoa. but she looked good. with her bob-styled brown hair. me and alin thinks she looks prettier and younger in real life. (: and when we were walking on the roads there, saw dawn prima ria in an orange top and a black shrug and long curly hair! so pretty! helping her granny carry stuff. aw. sweet. walked past the filming crew again soon after and saw alias kadir talking to them. haha. he was dressed very casually that at first sight you would have thought that he just looked like a normal uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to first lady, 2nd chance.. saw nicenice baju kurung. and one which looked very SIMILAR with alin's one. same colour, similar design. yea. alin and my back's were alrdy aching like hell. decided to go home. at tanah merah when eli alighted- we saw nah! haha. on the other platform. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back home, told mumsy bout the whole geylang experience and guess what she told me? "i saw that triple nine girl yesterday." "anna belle francis?" "ya. at the post office. she's very pretty! prettier than on tv!" haha. coolness man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bathed and we left soon after to buke at my aunt's house. had asam rebus with rice, bubur, spicy otak-otak, fried tapoica sticks, sarpino's hawaiian and pepperoni pizza. lol. my dad pronounced it as "PAPAroni pizza" sheesh! after that my aunt and me.. we weighed ourselves on the digital balance. accck! i din lose any weight! haha. kinda expected by looking at how much i;ve eaten. still mantained it at 47. gahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after praying i looked at the time. 0730. being thick-skinned i asked my uncle whether i can watch tv. he said yes. yay! in time for wang zi bian qing wa. (((: and a few minutes later he surprised us by serving ice cream! yummmm. raspberry ripple and rocky road with marshmellows. delicious. but i felt so guilty and sinful! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a long entry! sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy hols everyone. try to relax and have fun admist all the studying (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113051408002814938?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113051408002814938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113051408002814938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekly.html' title='weekly'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113024886560553172</id><published>2005-10-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:01:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cryI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113024886560553172?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113024886560553172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113024886560553172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113016173972384960</id><published>2005-10-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:48:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when you care for someone, you don't think of yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just tired. of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snip snip goes the scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113016173972384960?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113016173972384960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113016173972384960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-you-care-for-someone-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-113007900238374515</id><published>2005-10-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:50:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>mad was so fun x) me wani li and reen dint really study, you see - so we tikam-tikam. haha. sth like gambling. coz there was this section - rearranging words to form a sentence in arab and li went "it's 3 1 2 4" and i went "no! it's 3 1 4 2 lah!" haha. so funny. like 4D. and got another section where reen and i just played "eeney-miney-mini-mo" (sp?) because utz din wanna give us the meaning of the arab words. and we were like looking so pathetic alrdy! and then i went "heck. let's just hand it up." haha. i just hope i'll pass. everything was such a gamble. =X at least the other paper was slightly better. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napped in the afternoon. i had this really weird dream about this little girl, sort of a rascal called WEE. dunno why the name kept popping out. she was wearing this pink dress with poofy sleeves. yea. and sort of met her in the tour bus and she tagged along. and when we got to the airport, ordered coffee and it overflowed and she just went crazy jumping about and tumbling all the sugar and stuff off the counter. and when i grabbed her little arm to stop her; it all just felt so real. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the cancer charity show just now. vinvin!! haha. when i turned on the tv- he was there (((: and the stunts are freaking cool. yea. nicenice (: and got this part where he flipped two complete rounds in the air and he landed on his stomach - ouch! but he asked for another try and this time, he landed in a sitting position. so cute ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tay ping hui and allan wu not bad lorr. haha. tph was wearing this black singlet? and allan, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;. and then they were trying to break free frm the steel wires or something... and the other task was to break free from the steel chains. and the hosts were shouting "JIAYOU! JIAYOU!" and words of encouragement. my lil bro was watching and he had that blur look on his face. and he asked me "who is JIAYOU? the orange shirt one?" haha. LOL. me and sissy were like laughing like siao. gosh. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;folks are irritating the shit outta me. coz of studies and yada yada yada. bleahhhh. suckers mann. and freaking hell. all they think of is me "chatting chatting chatting" gee. so not true can! what focusing out. shit hell. drift away. bleah. STOP COMPARING ME to others. BLAH. i know im STUPID and DUMB and dunno what shit. suckers la. so what! &lt;em&gt;"ya. that boy. he's very helpful. always help his mother do housework and fetch his brother" &lt;strong&gt;GEE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;you might as well take him as YOUR CHILD! you guys can go ahead and nag for years and i won't even &lt;strong&gt;BOTHER&lt;/strong&gt; to listen. damn. when one of them starts the other will AUTOMATICALLY join in too. whatever. i bet it's the only thing that you AGREE on. wth. so now it becomes ALL MY FAULT. coz it's MY FUTURE and NOT YOURS. i'm just so freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder why am i born into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life doesn't have a meaning for me already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-113007900238374515?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113007900238374515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/113007900238374515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_23.html' title='-'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112999056850598372</id><published>2005-10-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:16:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/cachepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/cachepic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; credits: blogskins/ blackraeyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this; i just want you to know that i still haven't forgotten &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. it's really difficult trying to forget everything. looking back at all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we had, it's almost impossible to do so. been thinking a lot about you recently. tossing and turning in bed. in the darkness of the night. sigh. 0211's coming soon and you'll be gone then. sometimes, i wished i hadn't done that because it really hurts now. but on other hand, im glad i did coz you're a changed person. i don't know the new you anymore. it's scary - what you did to others. oh wells, i really wish that we could go back in time and just remain that way - the fun, the chatting, all the confiding, the wonderful surprises.... coz i really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were strangers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;starting out on a journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what we’d have to go through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now here we are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I’m suddenly standing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one told me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was going to find you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unexpected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you did to my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I lost hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were there to remind me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And life is a road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I wanna to keep going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love is a riverI wanna keep flowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is a road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now and forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonderful journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end I wanna be standing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112999056850598372?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112999056850598372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112999056850598372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/oui.html' title='oui'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112990947625253315</id><published>2005-10-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:44:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>oh gosh. im so in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with that chinese series - even more with md and qe after reading all the forums and stuff x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112990947625253315?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112990947625253315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112990947625253315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112982024940946316</id><published>2005-10-20T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:01:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my hunnybunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/hardest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/hardest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's been the hardest goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's morning sahur was fun. my lil bro asked my mom why she's still eating when not supposed to alrdy. she replied that she wasnt fasting coz she uzur (having period). and my lil bro went "what is uzur?" it's a girl thing- haha. i said "got BLOOD." and he was like "ibu... I can uzur?" haha. he asked it like so innocently that i burst out laughing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing alot of UNO and STRESS these few days - thanks to asnira. LOL. and im happy that azyan lost. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an okay day i guess. was on the way to sch on e bike - another route coz dad wanted to get his delifrance on the way. saw nah walking chao slowly. smsed her so say that i saw her. and she said she missed the bus! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first period just slacked coz mdm lenny havent come in yet. min and as played stress as i wrote messages on the class pics that thingy. pe - watched that softball video. haha. ame was singing that sugerplum fairy song. it's cute la. nissa intro it to me ((: and as and me were singing it into eli's ear and irritating the shit out of her. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I love you so and I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I'll always be right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I love to sing sweet songs to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because you are so dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alin came up during recess and we convinced her to dump her work and play uno. (: haha. and me and min were like ganging up against alin. the most she had to draw was like TWELVE. poor girl. and. that game was sooo long lorr. i gamed first (: lucky i guess. then all of them were like cheating la. seeing each others cards first and sabo-ing pple. haha. funfun (: too bad no azyan, if not can make her lose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to comp lab to check hmt scripts. did okay i guess. should have studied peribahasa. such a waste. :( but im satistisfied with it. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hall at 1200 for e maths checking. i was freaking scared that i will fail. coz she set very difficult! i did okay i guess. shameen arh; im not an a-onner! please lorr. =P andand. azyan mistreated as's breakaway kelly cd. and i told as that i found her cd left unattended in the middle of this circle of girls chatting - right smack in the middle. haha. as took back her cd and azyan blamed me! boo. and she sang "&lt;strong&gt;because of you&lt;/strong&gt;" to me. LOL. chao lame lorr! me and amanda already laughing like siao. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with syu and alin. (: it was kinda nice going home with them. like the good ol' days. &lt;em&gt;syu; dont worry about life too much kays? to worry about tomorrow is to be unhappy today. so live for today and hope for tomorrow. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumsy asked whether i got my results alrdy. i just kept quiet larr. of course she guessed it and i had to tell her. well, she didnt really scold me or anything but can see that she was kinda disappointed la. her nagging increased. "to have a better future, you better start studying hard now." i guess i will heed her advice. (: i thought i would get hell from mumsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smsed gary. asked him whether he wanted to noe e results. he said "yes pls" and i told him and asked him whether he was happy or not. he replied "immensely. when do i get my treat." SHEESH larr! haha. shall treat him &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jia jia liang teh&lt;/span&gt; NEXT year. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 0ct - &lt;strong&gt;malay o level paper&lt;/strong&gt;. i need to get a kamus. accck.&lt;br /&gt;2 nov to 16 nov - job attachment at &lt;strong&gt;asian civillisation museum&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;with shu, stef, syaz, min, charl&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;23 nov to 26 nov - service learning trip to &lt;strong&gt;bintan&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;teaching art&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hols are so packed alrdy! only one week to jalan raye with friends and family. and sissy is getting her PSLE results on 24 nov. i wont be in singapore! :( and i wanna go swimming at reen's condo, go out with her, go out with eli naq and the others. how how. and mumsy said i gotta start studying for next year already. -soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i suddenly feel VERY old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112982024940946316?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112982024940946316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112982024940946316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/youre-my-hunnybunny.html' title='you&apos;re my hunnybunny'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112956206319950149</id><published>2005-10-17T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:14:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day.</title><content type='html'>today was such a &lt;strong&gt;screwed day&lt;/strong&gt;. seriously. everything just turned out wrong! sigh. got back papers. how the &lt;a href="mailto:~!@#$%"&gt;~!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;*( could i have been so careless and BLIND! gosh. i could just go and die. ugh. and had this stupid throbbing headache since morning. plus when i went home, in the bus when i wanted to stand up to alight, the freaking bus driver just had to &lt;strong&gt;jerk&lt;/strong&gt; and i was thrown forward. and &lt;em&gt;accidentally &lt;/em&gt;hit this old man who shot me evil glances as though i had &lt;em&gt;purposely&lt;/em&gt; hit him. sheesh! and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ribena&lt;/span&gt; gave me more work to do. sighs. never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made my mistakes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got no where to run &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night goes on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I'm fading away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of this life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna scream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was listening to Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kryptonite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just really reminded me of my godbro which i lost contact with. for ard 1 year plus. and when i went to his friendster profile he hasn't logged in for 2 whole months and when i read his testimonials i was plain shocked. his gran died and soon after his dad. oh gosh. i feel very, very mean and guilty. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/1one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/1one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, here are just some pics i took yesterday night. around &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;. it was raining and all nice and gloomy. (: the pics are taken from my house. POV. -in simei-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first pic was my first attempt. kinda screwed as you can see but sissy likes it that way. it looks like different coloured lightining bolts. cool x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/6six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/6six.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a more decent shot. used a slower shutter speed with the night mode to capture the lights. look as the taxi swerved - the lights just "bend" together with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/7seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/7seven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's really nice playing with the cam. with all the lights and different results that you get. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; light. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is another screwed pic. i shook while snapping! -very awful- the squiggles looks like mini-dinosaurs. cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is my most favourite snap of all ((: i didnt zoom in on this one. and it captures the "whole" view. i just feel that this picture has the really &lt;em&gt;warm homely estate feel&lt;/em&gt; which i really like (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inspired by Tim Halberg *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112956206319950149?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112956206319950149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112956206319950149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-day.html' title='bad day.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112947674154213670</id><published>2005-10-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:32:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'LL KILL YOU!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding x) just a random pic. specially for &lt;strong&gt;reen&lt;/strong&gt;. since she's in love with so many people that i like. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. today mad was alright i guess. but someone cocked up and printed the wrong set of papers. like next week's subject. so didn't have exam in the end. cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taught reen some e maths, cursed that jerk and squeel over my nicenice stories. haha. so funnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt came over. gave us chocolates frm america. yummmm. i bet mumsy will hide it at some corner so that we cannot eat it. SHEESH! she always does that. -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then soon, first aunt and family came. haha. lil cuz's hair is so spiky. i like. and my other cuz, he grew so tall can! we used to be ard the same height. mmft larr. and he wears TAPERED jeans. -gasps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched shanghai knights. haha. jackie x) she's my baby SISTER became - "she's my babySITTER" LOL! but it was nice. i like all the action, fighting scenes. wayyy cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumsy is nagging at me to get off now. since there's school tmr - which im dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVES &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;frozen watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mumsy's agar-agar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;caramel popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cashew nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MILK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112947674154213670?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112947674154213670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112947674154213670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dread.html' title='dread'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112938188427574303</id><published>2005-10-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:19:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/84284720-NFCB-LF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/84284720-NFCB-LF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/84313030-NC-LF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/84313030-NC-LF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/84306920-NC-LF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/84306920-NC-LF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/84307720-NC-LF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/84307720-NC-LF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/84315520-NC-LF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/84315520-NC-LF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;obsessions xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint do anything much today except for cleaning my room, reading and watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;finished three nicenice books already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember me to harold square - paula danziger&lt;br /&gt;pig-heart boy - malorie blackman&lt;br /&gt;true confessions of a heartless girl - martha brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i'll just get so involved with the story that kinda "feel" for the character also. it's just like you put yourself in the character's shoes and know what he/she is going through. i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when watching chinese drama serials, when the bad guy pierces and stabs the good guy, i will just let out a SHRIEK or a huge GASP. and momsy and sissy and bros will turn and gimme the stare. oh gosh =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is so &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt;. been going through a very rough patch recently. and it's kinda affecting me. oh wells. at least i'll always remember what oli said - challenges are there for you to overcome and it'll make you a stronger person in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15TH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; JIAYI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And then a hero comes along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the strength to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you cast your fears aside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you know you can survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So when you feel like hope is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look inside you and be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll finally see the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That a hero lies in you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112938188427574303?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112938188427574303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112938188427574303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-random.html' title='too random.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112921265735109471</id><published>2005-10-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:10:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/monkeysheesh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/monkeysheesh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wished that you never entered my life, right from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;since you did, you've swindled me with your sweet nothings and brainwashed me.&lt;br /&gt;screams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really stupid, really naive, really dumb to have believed you.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;which "friend" will abandon another!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really regretted believing in all your sweet nothings.&lt;br /&gt;all those freaking bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;all those which were just "&lt;strong&gt;copy and paste&lt;/strong&gt;" from one to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;dont bother apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;forget it!&lt;br /&gt;i've seen through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unexpected, what you did to my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me once&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me twice&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me many times&lt;br /&gt;but never bothered to realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;the pain you inflicted on me.&lt;br /&gt;the damaged you caused me.&lt;br /&gt;damn you, you&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; stupid monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s a complicated web, that you weave inside my head&lt;br /&gt;So much pleasure with such pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just glad today that i've ended it all.&lt;br /&gt;ended all the misery,&lt;br /&gt;the pain,&lt;br /&gt;the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over.&lt;br /&gt;so over.&lt;br /&gt;when everything's made to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solace is the only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET OUT&lt;/strong&gt; of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i never want to see you, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112921265735109471?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112921265735109471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112921265735109471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-you_13.html' title='DAMN you.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112913310969849320</id><published>2005-10-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:05:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slack. totally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/this%20much1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/this%20much1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/magXeat0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/magXeat0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; vincent ng  xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i miss watching him on tv. (: right nar? mags arent enough! -swoons-&lt;br /&gt;sigh. obsession with little tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty slack. woke up late and stuff. i think she's starting to "notice me". oh wells. it just takes time, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just heard from dad that one of his colleague died due to excessive breathing of carbon monoxide (CO) due to  a gas leakage. and that poor guy died. i was kinda shocked because this kind of things are pretty severe. the sad thing was that he is a foreigner and has no family, i think. yea. i'm just grateful that it wasn't my dad. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, nissa introduced me to this blog. &lt;a href="http://www.hafizasari.blogspot.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; and it's like chao funny. the lyrics of the song. and it's pretty cool aye. had fun grinning to myself and with my mom giving me weird looks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syusyu, it's okay gurl. moms ARE moms. (: i shall go talk to her and scare YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna teach reen on friday. doing something useful instead of rotting away at home. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post up more pics once im free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should i believe in what you said?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that that monkey is really a monster?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz i know both of us do not want to be hurt again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it nearly cost us our friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one that blossomed beautifully&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but once bitten, twice shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112913310969849320?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112913310969849320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112913310969849320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/slack-totally.html' title='slack. totally.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112886019315139874</id><published>2005-10-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:16:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the kind of life</title><content type='html'>at the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;"what paper do you have tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;"maths and lit."&lt;br /&gt;"dah belajar?"&lt;br /&gt;"umm."&lt;br /&gt;"next time when you get your exam schedule, pass it immediately to us"&lt;br /&gt;"i thought u didnt care. you only care about the other three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take it anymore and rushed into my room.&lt;br /&gt;burst there.&lt;br /&gt;it was the most horrible one. the most horrible one this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as though you guys never cared about me.&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as today.&lt;br /&gt;when ms tay sent you guys a postcard.&lt;br /&gt;you only said "nah. your letter."&lt;br /&gt;nothing. nothing else after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i did well for my maths test.&lt;br /&gt;before i even handed the paper to you, you exclaimed "HAH. FAIL, FAIL LAGI."&lt;br /&gt;is that what you expect of me?&lt;br /&gt;is that what you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we get back our termly progress reports, you only concentrated on my bad points, on my bad subjects and never on my good ones. everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that day, when i showed you and passed to you the cert, you only said "WAH. they laminated already?"&lt;br /&gt;not even a single word of praise. nothing. nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you guys know how disappointed i feel?&lt;br /&gt;how disheartened i feel inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had worked so hard for my future? no. it's to make you guys PROUD of me. i want you guys to be PROUD to have a daughter like me.&lt;br /&gt;but alas, all that i did have come to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all families are HAPPY FAMILIES. like that deck of cards that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were right.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not MOTIVATED.&lt;br /&gt;it's because of you guys!&lt;br /&gt;where is the motivation that i need?&lt;br /&gt;all of it comes from you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the need of working so hard only to be seen as non-existent in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do YOU know something?&lt;br /&gt;i had always wanted to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;to tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk to you about school.&lt;br /&gt;about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;about having boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;about the teachers in my school.&lt;br /&gt;about my cca.&lt;br /&gt;about the problems i face in school.&lt;br /&gt;about stress.&lt;br /&gt;about the family.&lt;br /&gt;about girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;about everything.&lt;br /&gt;about my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;why can't we just be like other mother-daughter pairs who can always talk about anything under the sun?&lt;br /&gt;WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to tell you. i want to share so many things with you. i want you to be there for me when i'm sad or just to share my happiness. i want US to share a close relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you know how miserable i feel inside?&lt;br /&gt;how it hurts so deeply that it's as though i'm BLEEDING INSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we going to go on like this forever?&lt;br /&gt;living seperate lives even though we're in the same house?&lt;br /&gt;you living your life and me living my OWN life.&lt;br /&gt;is that the way you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;are you going to wait before one of us is dead before the other regrets it.&lt;br /&gt;do you want to live a life full of regrets?&lt;br /&gt;when will the day that i wish, come?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm certain that my wish will never come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112886019315139874?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112886019315139874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112886019315139874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/kind-of-life.html' title='the kind of life'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112860254766009969</id><published>2005-10-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:42:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice song</title><content type='html'>a really nice song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where are you - natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there baby&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere . .&lt;br /&gt;There's someone out there for me (I know there's somebody out there)&lt;br /&gt;I know she's waiting so patiently&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell her name (Won't somebody tell me her name)&lt;br /&gt;This lifelong search is going to drive me insane (That's right)&lt;br /&gt;How does she laugh, how does she cry&lt;br /&gt;Whats the color of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Does she even realize, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Where is she, where is she, where is she&lt;br /&gt;Where is this beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;Who is she, who is she&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to complete my world&lt;br /&gt;Where is she, where is she, where is she&lt;br /&gt;Where is this beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;Who is she, who is she&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to complete my world&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Where are you . . .&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring out at the sky (I see you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Praying he will walk in my life&lt;br /&gt;Where is the man of my dreams (I'm right here) yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait forever, how silly it seems&lt;br /&gt;How does he laugh, how does he cry&lt;br /&gt;Whats the color of his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Does he even realize, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Where is he, where is he, where is he&lt;br /&gt;Where is this beautiful guy&lt;br /&gt;Who is he, who is he&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to take me so high&lt;br /&gt;Where is he, where is he, where is he&lt;br /&gt;Where is this beautiful guy&lt;br /&gt;Who is he, who is he&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to take me so high Lalalaa(Where are you)&lt;br /&gt;There's someone out there for me (There's someone out there for me)&lt;br /&gt;I know she's waiting so patiently (so patiently)&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me her name (can you tell me his name)&lt;br /&gt;This lifelong search is going to drive me insane; Thats right&lt;br /&gt;How does he laugh, how does he cry&lt;br /&gt;Whats the color of his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Does he even realize, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Where is she, where is she, where is she&lt;br /&gt;Where is this beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;Who is she, who is she&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to complete my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is he, where is he, where is he&lt;br /&gt;Where is this beautiful guy&lt;br /&gt;Who is he, who is he&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to take me so high&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaalalaa&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaalalaa&lt;br /&gt;Where are you&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look all over the world baby&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;I know it might sound crazy but I think I love you&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaalalaa&lt;br /&gt;Where are you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112860254766009969?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112860254766009969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112860254766009969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-song.html' title='nice song'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112851349142190230</id><published>2005-10-05T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:58:11.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erh</title><content type='html'>so bloody dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112851349142190230?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112851349142190230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112851349142190230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/erh.html' title='erh'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112817526146842091</id><published>2005-10-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:05:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study</title><content type='html'>woke up "early" today.&lt;br /&gt;met ain at bedok and off we went to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;was studying at tea leaf and coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;their caramel iced blended tastes somehow like the starbucks one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;managed to study 4 chaps of bio and read english teacher. hah.&lt;br /&gt;those JC people chao noisy lah.&lt;br /&gt;add dunno what in chicken powder or something in their coffee. must have made them very HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. the env was quite condusive. i couldnt study at home.&lt;br /&gt;banquet was so melayu-infested. sheesh. stupid mat kept staring. wth.&lt;br /&gt;went home at about 6.&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/a355/Jordan_Hinson_Online/Go%20Figure%20Photos/?"&gt;disney's go figure&lt;/a&gt;. it's awesome. spencer is abit kental though.&lt;br /&gt;disney movies are too cliche.,&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching mvp qing ren. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really feeling well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i don't know why im so green-eyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it happens everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when you blabber about someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when you mention about someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when you're close to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it stings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN YOU BLOODY STOP SHOUTING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT HURTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S NOT AS IF YOU OWN THE WHOLE BLOODY FREAKING HOUSE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112817526146842091?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112817526146842091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112817526146842091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/10/study.html' title='study'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112808196653897974</id><published>2005-09-30T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:06:06.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>2 down.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must they put SS and ENG together!?&lt;br /&gt;my hand hurts.&lt;br /&gt;imagine writing essays for a total of about 4 hours ++&lt;br /&gt;mmft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112808196653897974?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112808196653897974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112808196653897974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112790967265263552</id><published>2005-09-28T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:14:32.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singa</title><content type='html'>when i was up there, i totally -blanked out-&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;heard nothing&lt;br /&gt;only saw a mass of green&lt;br /&gt;i must have had on an "i-look-stupid" smile // LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legacy was funn (:&lt;br /&gt;had TSC.&lt;br /&gt;before that me and meenz was trying to study ss - unsuccessfully.&lt;br /&gt;she introduced some really nice songs to me&lt;br /&gt;was listening to her ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterflies don't lie - kaci brown&lt;br /&gt;bohemian rhapsody - queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had our ss books in had. so when ms tay comes in we'll just put up and hold our books in front of our faces. like simultaneously. haha. chao cartoon la. bani and syaz was laughin. then ame was like "Ehhhhhh. caught in the act!" and she went to take a pic of us with her phone. and waved it ard. eli - "ya. you caught them in the act but with what? -your phone" LOL can. ame arh. minutes later, ame was using her ipod also. SHEESH. and meen and me took a pic of her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSC was alright. dunno why i was kinda nervous. but i found it easy to talk to ms tay (: introvert and extrovert depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to the staff room. the EAT competition. i thought she was gonna kill me. i was prepared to die actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut. luckily she didnt. phew. saw amelia, alin and xy and convinced all of them to join. 10 points for participation. saw elenna and wying too. beams- haha. they were showing me that absolute boyfriend book la. it's PORN lorr. then i was like "eh.. dont change the subject. we're talking about guides NOT porn" andand. i think i said it a lil too loud. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with syuuu. her ARSENAL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there a chance you could be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I let you see inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or do you love somebody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I keep this to myself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could risk a broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By telling you the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I could keep my secret safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I see you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112790967265263552?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112790967265263552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112790967265263552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/singa.html' title='singa'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112783183321047890</id><published>2005-09-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:38:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiley</title><content type='html'>it's a happy happy dayy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for that wonderful surprise.&lt;br /&gt;special surprise outfit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;race up to the 8th floor.&lt;br /&gt;peeping behind the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;danci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ng in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moonligh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112783183321047890?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112783183321047890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112783183321047890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/smiley.html' title='smiley'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112773715250012247</id><published>2005-09-26T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:22:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hit on</title><content type='html'>this is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are constantly trying to make a favorable impression and endeavoring to be considered as that someone 'special'. You are pretty good at using various tactics and strategies that give the impression that you are in control. Maybe you are - but you are constantly watching to see whether or not your endeavors are truly appreciated. Be careful... just as 'you' may be endeavoring to influence others, 'they' may indeed be influencing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Being impulsive and irritable, your desires and needs are paramount. You do things with insufficient thought - with little regard to the consequences that may follow. As a consequence of this attitude, you may be experiencing stress and conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know what you want and you are very dogmatic and demanding - especially in your emotional demands. You have specific ideas and beliefs and if these beliefs are not realised you can become extremely frustrated. You may not be that perfect but you are looking for perfection with the perfect partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are an emotional, sincere and impressionable individual experiencing frustration and unnecessary stress. You vehemently resist any form of pressure from outside sources, insisting on your independence as an individual. You want to be a decision maker - to make up your own mind without interference. You wish to be able to draw your own conclusions and arrive at your own decisions. You detest uniformity and mediocrity as you want to be regarded as one who gives authoritative opinions. Your favourite expression could well be that 'I may not always be right but I am never wrong'. You're a perfectionist and even though you may feel that the other person's point of view may be right, you find it extremely difficult to admit that you could be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are greatly impressed by individuality and have interest in people who have outstanding qualities. You try to imitate those people that you admire and their characteristics, hoping that you will be able to display similar qualities in your own personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy's not happy i dont eat during recess. lol. she says it's not healthy. haha. fasting month is coming soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played softball during pe. so funn (: was amazed that i can actually HIT/BAT. haha. nic accidentally threw the softball and it hit me on my knee! so red can.. it's still kinda throbbing now. didnt know something so small could be so lethal. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annabelle and jessie came to me during recess with a WEIRD request. they wanted to borrow my shorts coz they were drenched wet frm head to toe. apparently played water bombs during pe. haiyonehhs. of course i didnt agree la! if not i would be short-less! so uncomfortable can! helped jessie dry hers a lil at the hand-dryer while she lingers around in the cubicle. LOL. haha. wanted to force annabelle to faster take off her shorts so that i can help her dry butbut she didnt want! haha. so ke lian already.. in e end they went off to 3/1. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and narnar were like jumping like crazyyy. LOL. miss that gurl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been smsing alot today. sigh.. sometimes, guys just dont geddit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just don't appreciate those people who really care for us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until they leave us  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until we lose them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we regret &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's better to tell someone how much you love them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll regret &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we fight till the very last minute &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to show and tell someone how much we love them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112773715250012247?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112773715250012247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112773715250012247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/hit-on.html' title='hit on'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112765136743335085</id><published>2005-09-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:48:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fauzie</title><content type='html'>acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;so happy (:&lt;br /&gt;he accepted me on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;googling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video up. navigate 2nd box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAUZIE LAILY *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112765136743335085?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112765136743335085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112765136743335085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/fauzie.html' title='fauzie'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112748340947208813</id><published>2005-09-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:50:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>i was sitting on the bed, just looking through old albums.&lt;br /&gt;looking through all those familiar photos.&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing about the past.&lt;br /&gt;all the memories comes flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;remembering how you and i played together.&lt;br /&gt;did everything together.&lt;br /&gt;how mommy and daddy looked when they were younger.&lt;br /&gt;how they always held me tight in their arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if i let you know.&lt;br /&gt;what my life would be,&lt;br /&gt;holding you close to me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the tears just spilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112748340947208813?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112748340947208813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112748340947208813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112730485547291727</id><published>2005-09-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:14:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/43224498_bd3a2a3e40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/43224498_bd3a2a3e40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; credits: &lt;a href="http://jamesfotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;james heneghan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you memorise to study, you will forget&lt;br /&gt;if you memorise to &lt;strong&gt;understand&lt;/strong&gt;, you will remember.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112730485547291727?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112730485547291727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112730485547291727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/quote.html' title='quote'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112722765746351289</id><published>2005-09-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:47:37.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BK</title><content type='html'>he got in(:&lt;br /&gt;yay to &lt;em&gt;FAUZIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAD BOYS wiink-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legacy, somehow had a fun time laughing. ;)&lt;br /&gt;jan 2005. end 2005.&lt;br /&gt;20. start of year chinese, end of year, BANGLA. haha.&lt;br /&gt;thats what min said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. everyone was like commenting on poor nah.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even have a chance to speak!&lt;br /&gt;ame was like shouting and waving her hands "EHHH! let bangla talk larr! if not so racist!"&lt;br /&gt;haha. the whole class was so amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. non. haha. i very GENTLE. -does gurly handthing-&lt;br /&gt;eee. act humble buay humble. haha. min AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like what bani said "she's a composition in herself."&lt;br /&gt;ms tay was nice too "something. there MUST be SOMETHING!" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back after school for the maths paper2. with stef as and syaz. only four of us larr. so pathetic can. we did duty first. coz apparently someone said got spotcheck. i swept the floor (it looks much more CLEANER now), cleaned the whiteboard ledge, straightened tables... but i know not gonna last for more than a few hours! anyway,,,, i din see any prefect coming in. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us were really under "EXAM CONDITIONS" haha. chao funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, me and syaz went home together. talking about OBS all the way. so fun(: my kayaking partner. the one that i bossed around. haha. we laughed at all those memories. lovely... reached bk. went in frm the back.tried to look for coupons. there were none! me and syaz were practically peering into everybody's trays. haha. anyway, we bought icecream. twirl delight and cookies crumble (: syaz lah. she wanted to see the counter boy. RYAN-TO or something. haha. anyway, he was kinda cute. not bad,, syaz. hmmmm. haha. we sat outside. i was telling her "his hand brushed against mine when he gave me back my change!" haha. should have seen her face! =p anyway, we had a &lt;strong&gt;good time&lt;/strong&gt; just talking and looking at eyecandies. ahem. PEOPLE-watching. it's a hobby! haha. anyway, gonna go there again. i wanna eat my sundae pie! it was out of stock. haha. ryan is cute. i like the way his hair sticks out frm behind the cap. lol. BK-time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUREN MCCROSSAN&lt;br /&gt;- water wings&lt;br /&gt;- serve cool&lt;br /&gt;- angel on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date with syusyu on friday! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was and shall always be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112722765746351289?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112722765746351289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112722765746351289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/bk.html' title='BK'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112696079558684489</id><published>2005-09-17T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:50:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seperation 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/sep40poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/sep40poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPARATION 40&lt;/strong&gt; - esplanade theatre studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was humorous! even though it was kinda racist, i totally enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;this bamboo structures and translucent paperish thing. nice usage,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chua enlai&lt;br /&gt;andrew.. singaporean producer.. chinese boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soefira jaafar&lt;br /&gt;very malay-ish lady.. outspoken.. singaporean boss.. click click heels..mother of aman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aidli 'alin' mosbit&lt;br /&gt;the fashion designer with that pink fluffy thing.. great singer "OH!".. old woman.. grandmother.. mother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeo yann yann&lt;br /&gt;the evelyn ng lookalike.. cheongsam girl.. lead actress in that yellow shiny bellbottomed pants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syed zalihafe&lt;br /&gt;JI president" .. aman.. father of aman.. gust.. (scriptwriter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends in therapy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the four of them danced the two malays in arabian costumes yellow and bluish purplish&lt;br /&gt;enlai and yannyann in chinese costumes - red cheongsam, white guys one&lt;br /&gt;syed was like the "president of JI" lol. with the turban and the batik shirt&lt;br /&gt;applaud for insecurity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;malaysian idol. syed. black shirt. danced to that bollywood song. prances about the bamboo structure with the rest of them kowtowing to him. haha!&lt;br /&gt;"you wont tell. promise?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes."&lt;br /&gt;"cross your heart and hope to die"&lt;br /&gt;"ish ish ish. that's so un-islamic" hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;two strangers on a turbulent flight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enlai and soefira. haha. dissing their own country. SIA and malaysian airlines. praising the other country to the skies. lol. chao funny (: about the customer services. ang moh etc. heh. fake turbulent coz they crossed malaysia's air space. walao. haha. the water issue. sold water to them back at a higher price! loll. promises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-malaysia and sg collaboration to produce a film the hero and heroin to lovers romance.. historic appeal?-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;musical. shit is romance r-o-m-a-n-c-e! haha. and a few other songs. which was damn amusing. ;) ballad rap. DANCE. the lightings rockk. enlai's voice is like so DEEP and HUSKY. syaz likes it. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mother and son torn apart during the malaysia cup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the most saddening scene. i was tearing! this mother visiting her son in jail. alin and syed. the son regretted his past actions. about not salam-ing his mak.. about being rude to her. everything. he was executed at 6am. body brought back home at 1pm. burried at 5pm. -the next day- they betted on who would win the cup. $5. but in the end.. she begged her son not to leave because he still owes her $5. it was supposed to be sad kay! their acting was just so... amazing. -wow-really touching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;saying goodbye in 1965&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this two friends. aman and andrew. enlai and syed. became friends. invited the rich looking ones coz he wanted nice nice presents. rewrapped his spitfire model airplane coz he alrdy got one for xmas. haha. no wonder got no plastic wrapping. parents dont really agree to their friendship. one malay and one chinese. paper plate. dont know how to use china!? sth sth babi?? yea.. had to seperate after years of friendship. aman going to newyork or sth. overseas. andrew wanted him to stay.. aman was like. "lets watch my fair lady." andrew- but we've watched that 7 times! i want to watch SOUND OF MUSIC. -stomps off and hides- aman starts singing a few lines of MY FAVOURITE THINGS. then andrew peeps out and joins him. so sweet...aman said sth like i'll never forget you. "how could i forget my friend who jumped into the longkang in his white uniform to save my one cent coin." haha. "how could i forget my friend who carried me on his back when there was a flood." andrew was like "the water was this high" -places hands slightly above ankles- haha. so cartoon! yea. but since this was the last scene it was kinda saddening to see two friends being separated. aman was like "i have a dream. a dream that two countries will unite together." unification? -asks andrew. "i have a dream. a dream to unite &lt;strong&gt;two people&lt;/strong&gt;...." aman says as he stares hard into his friend's eyes. with that eyes burning, intense stare, the lights dimmed .......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-applause- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea. haha. it was a really nice showww! me and siying wanna watch again! haha. me meen bani syaz sy stayed back for the post thingy. asking qns and stuff. comments. this idotic irritating guy asked about the lighting. the significance etc. ugh. irritating larr. he used up most of the 20mins given can. the lighting director mac hadta answer/field all his qns. some women commented on the racism. why concentrate on only malays and chinese. what about other grps? quite true la.. and some woman said she doesnt understand malay. why not put subtitles. at the side or up? director says too distracting. you cant "FEEL". she was like "you can put the subtitles on the floor what." FLOOR. sheesh -_- haha. yep. and suddenly all the praises starts coming in. confessions of crying and stuff. haha. one last qn. this lil boy asked "how you do the red light ah?" haha. this red line "light" that was shown during one scene. kinda cool. mac tried to explain. alin was like "dont try this at home!" haha. the lil boy so cute. when he asked the RED line qn everyone practically cracked up. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went home with meen, bani, syaz, sy. met jy and soph. coincidentally. me bani syaz and meenz ate at BK. haha. ban-QUIT. sheesh. counter guy. RY.. shameen's exagerrated BURPS that made everyone laugh like mad. syazie wants a "mrs won bin" bling bling belt. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nicenice day (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112696079558684489?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112696079558684489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112696079558684489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/seperation-40.html' title='seperation 40'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112696209616499548</id><published>2005-09-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:01:36.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fakeness</title><content type='html'>some of my favourite tim halberg photographs. can really connect and FEEL with the photo. i really love his photography. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/sun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/sun2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/rib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/rib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/finger%20-%20tim%20halberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/finger%20-%20tim%20halberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my favourite one. plastic mannequin. it all feels so &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;credits: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo-a-day.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tim halberg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112696209616499548?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112696209616499548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112696209616499548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/fakeness.html' title='fakeness'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112687846185755623</id><published>2005-09-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:47:41.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my reflectn</title><content type='html'>i was just surfing the net, looking at other people's blogs randomly.&lt;br /&gt;saw one that i really like.&lt;br /&gt;one on photography.&lt;br /&gt;his photographs are amazing. breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo-a-day.blogspot.com/"&gt;photo-a-day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timhalberg.com/"&gt;tim halberg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a photographer. SLRs are such wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mungkin bila nanti. - i don't know why im entangled in the web of deceit with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i noticed. i really did. that bounce in your steps, that chirpiness in your voice and that sparkle in your eyes. that glimmer of hope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, i really regretted my actions. but all's too late now. thank you for reminding me that. a wake-up call from you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guilt eating up my insides, never stopping. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once and for all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112687846185755623?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112687846185755623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112687846185755623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-reflectn.html' title='my reflectn'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112678871965299075</id><published>2005-09-15T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:55:06.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ergh. smacker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish that either one of us were dead. it'll be much better. i'm not gonna cry coz it's not gonna help. deep inside, it still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112678871965299075?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112678871965299075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112678871965299075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/ergh-smacker.html' title='ergh. smacker.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112670821750178593</id><published>2005-09-14T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:30:17.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>ate breakfast with di eli and nissa. dunno why i keep eating kuih lapis recently. haha. but anyways, the pakcik at that stall is really nice (: oh yea. today we were like still eating when the music played. i reminded eli to "TEST" that POP. haha. eli was like "you still have to shoo us. and my friends even though i'm here." LOL. haha. i was still stuffing everything in and then the POP came by and said "HELLO!!! you'll be leaving soon right?" hahah. oookayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt was funnn. i stole syusyu's picture. the one where she looked like a guyyy. =p haha. wrote letters to each other (homework) yea. so funny. with all the saudari thingy. cikgu taught us how to fold the surat tak rasmi in that old-fashioned way. kinda cool actually (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss was pure CRAP. ergh. talking abt ss pisses me off. dunno what the hell was wrong with that woman today. what i can open both doors and knock down the walls so that you can get out if you dont wanna pay attention?? whatever la. asnira looked as though she was ready to kill that woman. mmft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was nice. i miss mdm hassan (: sent jo to sick bay before that. she got "headache". haha. she went thru the qns. haha. talked about her children also. so cartoon! reminded me alot of my naughty lil bro. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to recess with eli. had to see lopez first for the seperation 40 thingy. yay (: it's this saturday. yep. was walking in the canteen and heard this person saying my name. haha. wanying plus amanda. ohya. ohya. amanda still owes me absolute boyfriend book 6!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was okay la. amelia didnt come!! so it was kinda quiet. ): mdm surayah went thru the compre answers. haha. i copied eli's summary. too lazy to do. what a bumbum. (: char was like marking my paper. nyeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept thru the whole of legacy. really tired. shameen was amazed that i can sleep with all that NOISE. haha. oh wells. just really tired. decided to go home with eli. today's cheeri-poke-syaf day. haha. walao. kept poking me and tickling me that woman. -ahem reen- haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to azy's class. saw elenna wanying and amanda. cant stand both of them. ALWAYYS together one. stick like glue liddat. haha. gave el my fruitella. they wanted their letters. haha. promised them tmr. i already wrote okay! gonna have a talk with her... awwww(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw huixian at the bus-stop. plus melissa chay. plus part of my BANANA-gang (: cass and norbaya. haha. i was like stealing food frm them and cass and me were singing that "&lt;strong&gt;all the bananas of the world unite&lt;/strong&gt;" song. LOL! i;m missing camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i havent seen my son (phoebe) haha. for like THREE days? not even ard school. how saddening. i still havent cut his fringe yet! chao long alrdy can. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go and finish up my homework. it's late alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;butbut i'm gonna eat my jolli pancake first. yumyum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heyys there. congrats on getting best part c cadet award. (: i don't know if you still read my blog. but if you do, please tagg! haha. see ya around sometime. ( * )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112670821750178593?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112670821750178593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112670821750178593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112662260730936581</id><published>2005-09-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:43:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school day</title><content type='html'>i cant believe school already started. again. lack of rest.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm surayah didnt come on monday. heard frm alin got some death in her family or something. poor thing. e maths was kinda okay. as usual la. 8hrs 20minds more to eoy-mathematics. oh no!! we stayed in class during pe. mdm lee dint come. so i was chao sleepy. slept for dunno how long. then when i woke up groggily, discovered that the class was almost empty. didnt hear the bell ring for recess! haha. gosh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was kinda funn. im enjoying ms tay's lesson more. haha. she sharing her experiences with us. and then got one point she was talking about some dunno-what-vein-or-valve then she was like. "if you look down frm here, you can see two cups" -hands shows cupping near boobs there- haha. chao funny la. mei shan was already laughing and the whole class was roaring. ms tay turned REDD. haha. lit was funn too. discussed about susila's and krishna's relationship. sweet(: ss was -_- was in the comp lab. naughty cheeri got us into trouble. kena ticked off for playing with the comp. icy tower (: haha. whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with syusyu. whee (; BABY. we can practically talk about anything and everything under the sun. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat breakfast with eli and di. after sooo long. miss eating with 'em (: the three of us are gonna TEST (irritate) the POP tmr. gonna sit there until she's LOUD enough to go and shoo us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw elenna. what PREGNANT woman. wth. haha. just because i wear my belt loosely doesnt mean im pregnant. sheesh. haha. look who's the one who's been having wayy bad cramps man. LOLL. &lt;em&gt;still owe them both letters. oopsie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was dryy. redox reaction. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths was okay la. i was LOST! sya... help. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used ca period for bio. me and soph were finishing up our heymath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess so guidish. sat with ame and alin and we were talking about the mams and esp. camp. haha. poor eli (: i saw wynne. haha. keep seeing her alot ard school recently. she's pb's sister. pb's my son. so wynne's my daughter?? haha. LOL. then yuefang sat behind us. i said hi to her and she went "AH! three of you arh!" haha. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met farhanah in class. she was talking to eli. then she saw me and was like staring at me. i was like "what?" she said i looked so tanned. haha. i was like "you mean BLACK." just came back frm camp. eeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did compre for english. yepp. i was half-asleep la. -snooze-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was funn. taylingling getting more enthu. she says our class this term more guai "pay attention" haha. kept asking us whether we want her to call our mothers. sheeshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e maths-did statistics. groupp. was explaining to asnira. frequency distribution. then she asked about assumed mean. i was like "orh. that one. we shall go through that during the next lesson." haha. jiayi told me i sound like some teacher. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought CLEO ((: and went home with naq. the bus was sooo empty! nicenice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to drop at the eastpoint bus-stop coz there was a hell lot of pple waiting to get into the bus and i dun wanna get SQUASHED. piak- guess who i saw? REEN! haha. gosh. i was looking down when walking. and she was like "syaf.. syaf.." haha. yea. saw her friend soleha. never intro her one! sheesh. yep. and so she walked me home. haha. was walking to her condo there when she hooked my arm and went "sya.. you smell nice. let me walk you home." i was like AACCKKK!? haha. she did anyway. we were talking about my guides camp, her OBS mat guy and him. haha. yea. chao noisy lorr. gonna see her again on this sunday. whee whee. CRAPPING dayy. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steffi's been telling me alot about ahJ lately. haha. WEDDINGGG... haha. i think that other guy, CH is chao irritating. diaoness//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition. so happy that gary's back! whee... found out that the sub's name is martha. haha. so different from the dress sense. oh wells. gary was crapping about his ns larr. tsk tsk. wayy off tangent. haha. everyone was so sleepy and just plain tired. his wedding is coming soon ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know what you are thinking of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or what you think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should i let things be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should i let nature take its course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or should i just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let it go-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112662260730936581?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112662260730936581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112662260730936581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-day.html' title='school day'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112662035480616232</id><published>2005-09-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:05:54.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cammp update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/flagone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/flagone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERMIUM'S FLAG. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112662035480616232?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112662035480616232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112662035480616232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/cammp-update.html' title='cammp update'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112644574016902041</id><published>2005-09-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:35:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tkguides camp</title><content type='html'>FERMIUM OOH&lt;br /&gt;FERMIUM AAH&lt;br /&gt;FERMIUM FERMIUM OOHLALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkguides camp '05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more updates plus long stories soon-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112644574016902041?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112644574016902041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112644574016902041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/tkguides-camp.html' title='tkguides camp'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112617997479125880</id><published>2005-09-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:46:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp</title><content type='html'>it's gonna suck anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112617997479125880?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112617997479125880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112617997479125880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/camp.html' title='camp'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112601779943694705</id><published>2005-09-06T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:43:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesdayyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE MESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/the%20mess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/sadd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/sadd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SAD culprit when being scolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; happy after playing with his cards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVEN happier when i stuffed him with sweets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112601779943694705?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112601779943694705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112601779943694705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/tuesdayyy.html' title='tuesdayyy'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112592951927500646</id><published>2005-09-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:18:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mondayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/jason.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason (: the idea for the t-shirt's design is kwel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been snacking a lot lately. let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' yogurt + sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;' chocolates&lt;br /&gt;' gummy worms&lt;br /&gt;' cake&lt;br /&gt;' raisin buns&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. the lists goes on forever. haha. oh wells. my mom says "nvm.. you're a growing girl." BUT! how to get rid of all THAT FAT that's been piling up!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww shucks. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112592951927500646?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112592951927500646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112592951927500646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/mondayy.html' title='mondayy'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112576254812968110</id><published>2005-09-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:57:16.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturdayy - guidish</title><content type='html'>today's saturday. it was such a &lt;strong&gt;GUIDISH/ GUIDE-ISH&lt;/strong&gt; day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school in the morning. walao. had to wake up early. boohoo. im such a LAZY BUMBUM. had to miss the repeat of amazing race. saddening. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school with a new friend, darshini. that very outspoken, drama girl. haha. saw her in the train. coincidence. kinda, chatted with her. heh,, she's nice but i'm still scared of herr. boo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to walk the long way round to the main gate. *grumbles* yea. must sign in and give ez-link card to the office. and the sticker today was so cute! mine was a pink flower (: haha. childlike innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wying with that tone of voice. went "HIEEE syafiqah!" when she saw me. LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed to slacks and started on tent pitching. alin was funny. she was talking in this weird weird way. haha. it all went smoothly. at least i know how to pitch a tent now. after 2.5 years in guides. haha. oops. coz all the while i've been in either gadgets, structure or fire. ((: oh yea, i was talking to baya and phoebe, swinging the mallet at the same time and stupid me accidentaly swung it hard and i HIT MYSELF on the knee! so dumb can.. haha. kena laughed at. but it's okayy. (: had fun stuffing the tent back into the bag. i asked phoebe to compress and squish all the air out before stuffing the tent in and she went to roll herself from one corner to another. haha. chao cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did outdoor cooking. the 3 of them arent talking to mel. so i had to begg mel to explain to the rest since we're all so clueless. but she did anyways! (: had a lil trouble starting the fire coz the lighter wouldnt LIGHT. haha. but we managed a small fire in the end,,, yay. at one point i was like "erm. do u guys know where your COs have gone?" then they looked around, so blurr. and someone shouted "oh shit." and all of them started panicking and running in SLOW MOTION. tskk. haha. poor lil darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the rest did footdrill, me mel and xinyun cleared up the pit. i hate the milkyy water. so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go up to the den to slack but decided against it coz they all look so poor thing. having footdrill in the hot sun. went to the netball court. saw SUSAN, amanda, wanying, elenna.. i was like"WHY are you guys slacking." apparently, they came late and wasnt allowed to join. yea. so i taught them the "berhenti" if the CO ends the command on the wrong foot. haha. kinda a few tries before they got it correct. then at one point of time i commanded for them to berhenti, elenna went to "kebelakang pusing" haha. i was like "DREAMING right!!?" haha. chao cartoon! wanying was already sitting on the ground, holding her stomach and laughing like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went home with that big first aid kit plus all my heavy books in my bagg. bleahh. was waiting chao long for the bus. then suddenly all the sec ones came plus yue fang popped up behind me and gave me a scare! haha. yea. SOME people arh. wanna be the next-daphne-kow. take pics of people on the sly. hmmm. (: haha. wanying wanted to take pic with me. had to turn her down coz i was sweating like some pig. gosh. din wanna spoil the whole pic. haha. obstinate. took train with pb, max, regina, nina, wying, manda, jesalyn. yea. that stupid 55 cents incident. haha. sheesh! "you guys are weird." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so tired. just stoned in the train. amanda was so cute la. wying asked me "syafiqah, why so quiet? look so sad.." amanda was like "yea. SMILE! just like ME." silly grin- haha. sometimes, juniors can really brighten up your life; at least mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, ate spaghetti for lunch and just plonked down on the bed. slept for dunno how long. really exhausted. not from just today, but the whole week full of events. luckily my lil bro woke me up. if not i would be late! havent iron scarf yet. haha. anyways, i was NEARLY late coz was watching kindred spirit. haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKSS CAMPFIRE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived there chao late coz was waiting for kimm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alin&lt;br /&gt;ame&lt;br /&gt;xinyun&lt;br /&gt;mel&lt;br /&gt;sarah khaw&lt;br /&gt;jo&lt;br /&gt;syahidah&lt;br /&gt;baya&lt;br /&gt;nina&lt;br /&gt;phoebe&lt;br /&gt;jas&lt;br /&gt;kim&lt;br /&gt;mam minyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the structure was nice (: but scary. coz the steps were too far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah's friend- erlina. looks like her! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking in when mam minyu pulled me to one side. haha. literally pull my sleeve. "ehhh! see! look at their WOODPILE." haha. both of us stood there, being envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sitting around. waiting for the GOH. when the emcee read out this song dedication. good charlotte's predictable. from syahidah to mel. 'melissa thinks melissa is HOT.' haha. piang. we were all laughing at embarrassed mel. (: everyone was looking larr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way they lighted the fire was chao nice. -envy- this ball wrapped in gunnysack and soaked in kerosene. used sparklers to light it up, so brighttt. it was smooth. mam minyu was like *thumbs up* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think our cheer was okay. quite loud for 13 people but might sound like a cat's screech from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing-a-longs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gako&lt;br /&gt;flea fly&lt;br /&gt;-mosquito&lt;br /&gt;-honda&lt;br /&gt;-footdrill (thx to ngee ann scouts: damn creative la) (:&lt;br /&gt;3 lil ducks&lt;br /&gt;banana song! (marcus was chao funny)&lt;br /&gt;thousand legged worm where we danced ard the fire and i was shouting to mel to run faster so that she can catch up with that guy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newspaper one where each time it'll be folded into half&lt;br /&gt;"carry alin! syahidah! carry her!" haha. she said alin's heavyy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;marcus was just heaving his poor friend over his back. haha. what a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure hunt&lt;br /&gt;s'posed to find the items they mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each of us held one item, ready to run to the stage&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;borrowed frm ngee ann scouts a barret. haha.&lt;br /&gt;when they said "two scouts barrets" i ran to the stage. luckily no one else there.&lt;br /&gt;i was like yelling back to them that i only have ONE.&lt;br /&gt;then the emcee (which was a scout, a cute one haha) was squatting down on the stage in front of me. so i was like "heyy. can i borrow your barret?" and slid out of the hole. haha. and i think i looked like an idiot jumping ard and waving two barrets. lol.&lt;br /&gt;xy was like "you're cool." (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limbo rock&lt;br /&gt;jojo and sya went. haha. that cub scout is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the skit and dances were not bad. lose my breath, me against the music (me and mel were jumping ard as though it was some rock concert. lol) and this funny chao cute skit by haig girls brownies. marcus and gang went to fold TISSUE PAPER flowers to give to the girls. haha. they even received "potted plants" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at one point, someone exclaimed loudly (i think it was marcus) "i AM HOT.   and sweaty." haha. diaoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire was ending. sang auld lang syne. the emcee asked us to hold hands. went to hold hands with this cute cub scout from tkpri. was singing, halfway he tugged at my sleeve and i bend over to listen to him. "do you know that matthew is the cutest boy?" haha. so i went "huh. who's mathew?" then he pointed to the boy standing beside him. lil cuties (: haha. anyway, matthew's really cute. as for a little boyy. haha. so after taht, i patted his head and left. while walking the back, i overhead that boy saying "SEE matthew! Allll the girls LIKE YOU!" haha. awwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. after everything ended, i dragged sarah khaw to find matthew. haha. we found them lining up in a straight line. matthew's friends were like "bye babes!!" sheesh. whatever. saw their teacher at the front of the line. she looked chao familiar. so i went to ask her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you mrs jennifer loy&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh! im and ex student frm changkat pri. now in tkgs. rmb nadiah? head prefect? i was in her batch.&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay. so what's you name?&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;it's such a small world!&lt;br /&gt;which one is matthew?&lt;br /&gt;he asked me whether we can come here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yea. kinda shocking to see an ex-teacher after sooo long. (: she used to be so sportyyy. haha. recognised the huskiness in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew was so shy la. din even dare to look up from underneath his cap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din regret going to tkss's campfire at all. haha. had alot of funn actually (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei-ed sarah to the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;met dad at esso. my ice lemon tea! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the fire blazes high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i see twinkling stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the dark night skyy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112576254812968110?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112576254812968110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112576254812968110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturdayy-guidish.html' title='saturdayy - guidish'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112567127469561142</id><published>2005-09-02T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:27:54.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday term3</title><content type='html'>hmmm. yesterday night, my dad wrote a letter to pizza hut to complain about their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I had a set lunch with my family of 5 as it was a sch holiday (1/9/05). Apparently your service was very disappointing. We were the first customer yet we did not receive neither the earliest service nor to say the first. We did request for pizza with sausage-stuffed crust but to my children's disappointement, sausages were out of stock. We did not get our food as expected as displayed on the menu i.e. plate of onion rings before making payment at the counter. Is the additional 10% deduction of the total bill, necessary for inconveneience caused or was it for the price of the plate of onion rings? I think that this will be my first and last time visiting."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i was like helping my dad to correct his english and putting in more CHIM phrases and words. yea. wonder what reply (excuse) that they will give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of term three today.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really in the mood for school.&lt;br /&gt;was in holiday mood alrdy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought her chocsss (: SI fei zhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio. did some microscope thingy.&lt;br /&gt;the lesson was pretty slack la.&lt;br /&gt;after that, she showed us this tadpole thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. see how the bloodcells flowout. so rapid. eeee.&lt;br /&gt;haha. min was like "NOOO. you'll kill the tadpole!" haha. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history is becoming more and more serious coz of the eoys.&lt;br /&gt;got our exam schedules also. oh myyyy. -widens eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was so boring! i was practically sleeping thru summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to recess with syu and narr. those crappers. haha. HER new hairstyle is weirdd. anyways, me and narr were like"syu, if you like it, we like it too (:" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt was funn! we played sahibah (malay version of scrabble)! sya syu far mar. haha. yea. was making stupid words such as PENA. the longest i ever made was TITIS. gosh. so lousy! haha. anyway, farhana won. with that stupid word GERAKAN. which added 132 points to her score. haha. luckyy nehh. asyura won on the whole with 302. so power ((: had lots of fun screaming at far. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry. ms tan's last LAST lesson with 3/6, so saddening. she gave us this pack with EIGHT things most important in your life. so sweet (: ame cried. i felt like crying too. we sang vit's c grad frens forever. hwee choo is such a cute name. i'll miss ms tan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths. din bother listening. luckily soph taught me. in like 5 mins. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote for steffi darl a short but inspirational quote. she went "SYYAAAF! so chim! can be counsellor!" haha. huggies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school with to YAH's programme's launch. some anti-smoking thing. the talk was boring but managed to learn many interesting stuff. did you know that each cigaratte that you smoke, will cause you to lose 8 mins of your life? 0.O stupid tauhuPOK. me, cass and divya were like crapping. cass - "LOOK! LOOK at his butt shaking." -stares- haha. and that GAY PURPLE BALLOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with nina, nabilah and huda. what roller coaster bus no. 16. my squid fell onto the floor! nina's funny looking floppy pizza. me, nina and divya sitting behind were laughing like siao. was like "nina! OIEE. our stop! faster!!" she was like lifting her bag PLUS LIFTING UP MY SKIRT also. haha. and we began laughing all over again. what a crazy bus ride! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to jolli pancakes and vitasoy. yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting &lt;strong&gt;FATTER&lt;/strong&gt;. like some pao.&lt;br /&gt;gained 2kg recently. SI FEI alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the results of binging.&lt;br /&gt;my mom went "GOOD!" when i told her.&lt;br /&gt;sheeshness.&lt;br /&gt;die die must go for more jogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many fishes in the sea, many seashells on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just realised how much i missed you when you came over and talked today. i miss crapping with you, being with you and just you being YOU (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112567127469561142?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112567127469561142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112567127469561142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-term3.html' title='friday term3'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112558380147069418</id><published>2005-09-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:13:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family day</title><content type='html'>i feel so &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; todayyy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erms. today was FAMILY DAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late around nine and sat in bed reading the papers.&lt;br /&gt;was comparing prices and functions and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ten got dressed and my whole family went to tampines mall.&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA HUT.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be a happy happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;coz FOOD = HAPPY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;but alas..&lt;br /&gt;reached there at 1120.&lt;br /&gt;we were the FIRST customers of the day. haha. typical kiasu singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;this guy called khalee took our orders.&lt;br /&gt;got our soups and everything.&lt;br /&gt;at around 1145 we got kinda pissed coz the pizzas havent arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;that BLUR SOTONG guy asked us to wait 5 more mins.&lt;br /&gt;so we waited.&lt;br /&gt;and then waited.&lt;br /&gt;but it still wasnt there!&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRY CUSTOMERS = ANGRY PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;my parents esp dad got chao pissed.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i knew coz he said their service was F**KED UP. haha.&lt;br /&gt;he never uses vulgar language in front of me and my sibs unless really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;so my mom (with all her TERRORNESS) marched off to see the manager.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i felt so MALUATED!&lt;br /&gt;but in the end our pizza came. i think after those &lt;a href="mailto:~!@#$%"&gt;~!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp; complaints from my momm. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;with this SHEEPISH looking waiter.&lt;br /&gt;TSK manns.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESHNESS.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt really satisfied. but OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;they forgot to give us our ONION RINGS.&lt;br /&gt;never going back there again.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, went to popular for awhile to get some school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;was browsing around at the CDs section.&lt;br /&gt;saw charlie and the choc factory soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;maybe gonna get that for my sissy's birthday. (:&lt;br /&gt;OOMPAH LOOMPAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as planned.. we went to suntec city convention centre, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMEX 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;all except my mom coz she went to arab street to get cloth + other sewing materials.&lt;br /&gt;there was a hell lot of people. but it wasnt as bad as the IT SHOW i went. that one was a major headache. i couldnt breathe! so nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda looked around. squishing by people. i had to hold onto my lil bro's hand. he's like so teeny weeny that im scared he might just be STOMPED on. haha.&lt;br /&gt;my lil bro is so cute la. he accepts EVERY SINGLE phamplet or flier that is given to him. he even ASKS for them. haha. sheeshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to get my dad's norton internet security package. i bought some panasonic oxyride batteries. and then we went to the sixth floor to get my bro's xbox games. was really intrigued by this guy playing RED NINJA. the game is damn cool. okay. it IS VIOLENT. and tahts the way i like it. haha. sadistic la. blood everywhere. squirting out of the samurai's body. decapitated heads.. lol. but i kinda got hooked on seeing how that fierce ninja babe killed every single guy. haha. so i stood there while my dad my bros looked for the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the CREATIVE booth also. me and sissy played with the new CREATIVE ZEN VISION that costs $799. so cool. it's so damn cool. haha. the colours and the screen is just so damn bright and all the pics are crystal clear. perfect for viewing pictures. (: when i held it, it kinda feels the same way as holding a gameboy. haha. after the boys got their games we headed back to the fourth level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the OLYMPUS booth. decided on olympus rather than panasonic coz i've been usuing olympus longer. saw many many digital cameras. brothers, being brothers, immediately rushed to try out. haha. i tried out many before deciding on one. the salesguy was cute (: haha, i think i asked him too many questions. lol. but i;m just curious (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was once when i acted as the promoter coz there's this uncle and his wife wanted to test a camera. he wanted to take a pic but din even turn on the cam! haha. so cute. so i was like teaching him how to use and promoting the cam. i even turned up with a cutout of the advertisement that was featured in digital life. lol. (: but it was funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad asked me whether i really wanted the cam. i was like yes coz it will last me three years,, and he went "okay.." haha. i could have hugged him there and then mann! haha. anyway, that cute sales guy smiled. coz i think he managed to sell another camera. haha. anyway, it was nice talking to him. my dad still can joke around and bully the poor guy. demanded for more FREE GIFTS. haha. greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home all happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the &lt;a href="http://www.olympusimage.com.sg/products/dica/mju/1174105_668.html"&gt;olympus mju digital 800&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thankiew daddy. muacks-&lt;br /&gt;he was like "you better listen to your mother and be a good girl."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112558380147069418?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112558380147069418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112558380147069418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-day.html' title='family day'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112549666718394150</id><published>2005-08-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:02:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chers dayy.</title><content type='html'>TEACHERS' DAY.&lt;br /&gt;yummylicious food.&lt;br /&gt;nice concert.&lt;br /&gt;loads of cheering and screaming-&lt;br /&gt;shall update more tomorrow. [PLUS PICS]&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;family day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;lunch at pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;shop at COMEX 2005.&lt;br /&gt;i want either an olympus or a panasonic lumix. pleaase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// the day i've been waiting for. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OLIVIA HO; good luck for your piano exam!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112549666718394150?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112549666718394150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112549666718394150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/chers-dayy.html' title='chers dayy.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112532204936287843</id><published>2005-08-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:28:51.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why.&lt;br /&gt;why the air of coldness ; surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't just affects you.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone around you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks ar CHUA JIAYI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for embarrassing me in public.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you din hafta shout out loud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHEESH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112532204936287843?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112532204936287843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112532204936287843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/why.html' title=''/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112532496188531509</id><published>2005-08-29T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:22:41.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/choc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chocolates (: -memories 2308&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/muffin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/muffin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chocolate muffin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112532496188531509?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112532496188531509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112532496188531509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/pics.html' title='pics.'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112523784768125782</id><published>2005-08-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:04:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past</title><content type='html'>treat me coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carl Sandburg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112523784768125782?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112523784768125782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112523784768125782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/past.html' title='the past'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112522626378970845</id><published>2005-08-28T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:51:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sepet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/sepet_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/sepet_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SEPET - orked / jason (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112522626378970845?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112522626378970845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112522626378970845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/sepet.html' title='sepet'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112507002836046754</id><published>2005-08-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:43:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cross country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/sandc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;just some pics to satisfy my #1-fan's hunger. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112507002836046754?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/112507002836046754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9882057&amp;postID=112507002836046754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112507002836046754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112507002836046754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/cross-country.html' title='cross country'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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-9882057.post-112507088585630292</id><published>2005-08-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:41:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picc2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/sandc3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/sandc3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the HUGE sandcastles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112507088585630292?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112507088585630292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112507088585630292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/picc2.html' title='picc2'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112507050495254807</id><published>2005-08-26T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:35:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piccs. first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/par1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/320/par1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the mascot parrot and what 3/6 wore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112507050495254807?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112507050495254807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112507050495254807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/piccs-first.html' title='piccs. first'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112489548698588005</id><published>2005-08-24T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:58:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday</title><content type='html'>still floating on &lt;strong&gt;CLOUD TEN&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told syusyu first. haha. lol. on paper. she was happy for me but kept warning me. that girl ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dont' get your hopes up too high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh! that girl is seriously so MOTHERLYYY la. hmmm. she was like "syaf. why u keep grinning." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when walking back to class i told narr. guess what we did? -SHRIEKED- haha. she had a more major reaction. chao cute la.. she was HAPPIER for me. (: i kena smacked by her la.. too jealous rightt. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss. i wasnt playing much attention. meenz was passing cute gummy dinosaurs to the BACK-ROW-PEOPLE. haha. me and ame were like playing with our dinos first before popping them into our mouths when saffiah wasnt looking. grins. was writing in my book. hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was really dryy. but it was okay. she's really a good teacher. emphasized on DEEPER thinking and analysing. haha. ame was so cute la. "is it because he's standing and they are sitting. coz he's got a higher postition than them? the level is different." haha. she does makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to recess with syu and eli. hehe. eli was so blur coz i din tell her. oopsie mum. haha. syu was like "syaf. you follow eli everywhere?" i nodded. "eli. you better treat her well ah." haha. syu.. syu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng. sheesh. our cd was cocked up. stupid. then shes like so unreasonable lah. we need the info from there and all our time is lost trying to get the dumbo thing to work. piang. i got so pissed off. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legacy. did the presentations for the racial harmony project. hmmm. my group was so impromptu. haha. AMAZING RACE STYLED. told nah to crap all the way. since that's what she does best. haha. (: luckily i saw ms tay nodding and nodding and smiling. okay. -phew-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides was so pathetic la. tsk. dont wanna talk about it. like jy said, guides makes me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i finally clarified things with SUSAN. lol. yeah. was like sitting down in front of her and asking her "can i talk to you personally?" haha. brought her away. i think daphne's jealous. &lt;strong&gt;hax.. &lt;/strong&gt;yeah. just glad that everything's okay now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad finally fetched me home.&lt;br /&gt;after two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yay. bought justea. in which i fed my daddy. "forced him to drink"&lt;br /&gt;he din like it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i guess next week will be &lt;strong&gt;ice lemon tea&lt;/strong&gt;. still my fav (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i;m so exhausted that i fell asleep while reading the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;din eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo. o wellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so into quotes now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/carlsandbu103421.html"&gt;carl sandburg's quotes &lt;/a&gt;are just so thought-provoking and inspirational but yet instilled with a touch of humour.&lt;br /&gt;i love it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest cunning is to have none at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing happens unless first we dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go &lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt; now. haha. nighttz (*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112489548698588005?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112489548698588005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112489548698588005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/wednesday.html' title='wednesday'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112480906176795392</id><published>2005-08-23T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:57:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trav chua</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dedicated to trav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. it was nice meeting you and everything. hehe. the "looks can be deceiving part." is so true la. still can break chairs summore. naughty. haha. yeah. just want you to know that i was really shocked. seriously. sorry if i looked like a goon. lol. another countdown perhaps? heh. see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering how the hell am i supposed to finish all the chocolates. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112480906176795392?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112480906176795392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112480906176795392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/trav-chua_23.html' title='trav chua'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112471884787183610</id><published>2005-08-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:55:59.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/1600/P10104421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/275/200/P10104421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mem&lt;/span&gt;ories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112471884787183610?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112471884787183610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112471884787183610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/picture.html' title='a picture'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112471845672278358</id><published>2005-08-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:47:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a monday</title><content type='html'>nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli got a haircut. steffi got a haircut. so did lois.&lt;br /&gt;they all look younger now.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm the old-looking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got SEPET from eli. thanks as!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't have to understand people to love them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, my dear dear eli finally remembered to bring paulo coelho's &lt;strong&gt;manual of the warrior of light&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend is gonna be spent watching the movie and reading. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically today was a LAME day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back lotsa results.&lt;br /&gt;mixed feelings?&lt;br /&gt;syaz; gary's gonna propose to you!! -sheesh-&lt;br /&gt;to min, ta and na: i'm neither a genius nor a mad girl kay? tsk. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ACES day dance steps were ... gaaaa. haha. it's quite okay but could be more enthu coz i love jumping around like some lunatic. it's fun :)) yay. officially syaz's dance cher coz bani's doesnt wanna teach her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from a distance.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saw you with that warm-hearted smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it just brightens my day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulfrank.com"&gt;paul frank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERMIUM, the incomparables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cablenet.ne.jp/%7ejapanime/tutorial/tutorial.html"&gt;how to draw manga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/shrouded_anxiety/images.html"&gt;shrouded anxiety&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/serryfan/chapter_0.shtml"&gt;fanfic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manga.baka-updates.com/series.html?id=36#"&gt;updates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v144/zettai1/"&gt;total rip-off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another long day ahead tomorrow. brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shoot!! i forgot to collect the coppersulphate crystals again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where are you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112471845672278358?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112471845672278358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112471845672278358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-monday.html' title='it&apos;s a monday'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112462940407762241</id><published>2005-08-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:31:44.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suhana - anugerah ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JANUARI - glenn fredly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berat bebanku&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;Separuh nafas jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Sirna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan salahmu&lt;br /&gt;Apa dayaku&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin benar cinta sejati&lt;br /&gt;Tak berpihak&lt;br /&gt;Pada kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Sampai disini kisah kita&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tangisi keadaannya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan karena kita berbeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan lagu.....lagu ini&lt;br /&gt;Melodi rintihan hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Kisah kita berakhir di Januari&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tinggal kisah sejatiku&lt;br /&gt;Wow....pergilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112462940407762241?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112462940407762241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112462940407762241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/suhana-anugerah.html' title='suhana - anugerah ((:'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882057.post-112454763253991353</id><published>2005-08-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:24:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh xD</title><content type='html'>yesterday was friday. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday night was reading absolute boyfriend until quite late so didnt put my specs in the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up late and was in a hurry so i just grabbed everything. in school, i sat own, opened my specs case and wondered "WHERE THE HELL IS MY SPECS?" gahhs. i forgot to brinngg! gossh... so dumb can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli and soph laughed in my face. evill. i am so BLOODY BLIND. can;t even see when didi's waving at me. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt even realise that both of them were wanying and elenna when they walked past me until they went "HIEE SYAFIQAH!!!" lol. i must have looked so blurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narr asked me why i was sooo forgetful nowadays. -shrugss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back losta results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was okay. but i FAILED bio. gahhs. nvm. hecck. it's my OWN STUPID FAULT. not gonna get depressed about it anywayys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was a lil dryy. COMMUNISTS topic is interesting. ((: was eating barley mint sweet. haha. and and. copying syaz notes coz im a blind bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english. went to the lab and did this informative report. on EGYPT. nice nice,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt was alright i guess. me and syusyu and far and a whole lot of other people FELL ASLEEP. haha. it was practically a SLEEPING/ NAPPING-TIME when we were s'pose to read satu bumi. lol. then after that he told us to get into grps and think of what to ask the author, ISA KAMARI when he comes to visit on tuesday. so i just said "eerrr. lets ask him whether he had to go thru any challenges when he wrote the book." yeah. too lazy to think alrdy. then syu told cikgu. yeapps. and when cikgu went thru all the questions, and picked three, he put a BIG tick beside our qn and said "soalan yang baik." hahah. me syu and far were like shocked but we went "yesss!" gaga. i was telling far that all the things we do impromptu-ly turned out good. for eg// the pregnant dramatisation,, wayyy cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was okay. i only heard her talking. couldnt see anything anyway. all that i can see is just a big white rectangle (the whiteboard) lol! then got one part where i was just stoning. noticed this black thingy rolling underneath ame's chair. suddenly ame noticed, pull her legs up and shouted "AHHHH!!!! COCKROACH COCKROACH!!!!!!" i was like "where? where?" all the others in the class were screaming and bani even jumped up and stood on her chair when she was sitting wayy up front. we made chao alot of noise until the 3/5 teacher came over with a BLACK FACE. i was like picking the "cockroach" up and holding it up for everyone to see. AME TOH, IT WAS ONLY THE BLACK SPONGY THINGY FOR THE EAR PIECE. lol. everyone was laughing larr. haha. so cartoon. i cant believe she thought taht thingy was a cockroach. haha. even ms tan laughed. had a hard time quietening the class down after that. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths was so ergh. she was angry again. kept shouting at people. dunno whyys. i was talking to meen. anyway i think sya is gonna be happy about my a maths. i hope. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, there was no bintan meeting. hmm. nar ponned her a maths remidial. haha. then we went to eat. i wanted to go home with naq since im scared that i cant see the bus number and me, being blur blur will go take the wrong bus and end up lost again. waited for naq outside her class and then nar had a brainwave. haha. went to the comp lab and there she was! with her fren, melissa. yeapps. so we surfed the net for awhile and then i went to sleep coz it was chao boring. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw filza when i woke up. drowsy drowsy wooozy. then she was like "syaf. you bored.?" come come here. -beckons me with an evil smile- haha. but i went anyways. we played this horror game with her fren tang lin. yeapps. this came where you're in this room and you're supposed to click on the stuff until something scary POPS out and then you can proceed to the next room. nar and naq later joined us. it was so scary can! i was like expecting the unexpected. then all five of us kept SHRIEKING and SCREAMING. haha. until even some dodo proud-assed sec ones asked us to "SHUT UP." whatever. had funn. a lot of funn (: was hiding behind fil all the while. haha. and once i grabbed narr's arm a lil too hardd. heh. &lt;a href="http://www.the-geek.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=7682"&gt;the geek-forums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sinthaistudio.com/thehouse"&gt;THE HOUSE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that wanted to go home coz it was already four plus. but all of us were cold, hungry and starving so we went to parkway's KFC. yepp. i was ordering and then that counter guy kinda looked familiar. narr said "cannot be lahhs." but i can recognise a person from the hair and backview even without my specs! turns out that i was right. naq said the name on his nametag was "faizal" which is exactly the same name as that ACT3 guy who performed at sch yesterday. so cool! ahahas. we were all debating on why he needed the extra money by working at KFC. hmmm. the cheese fries were too salty yesterday XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around for awhile. went to isetan. and this new shop called planet surfers. new brand : RUSTY. looks a lil like roxy kind. the lady there told us that it was a newly imported surfbrand. cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, all tired and exhausted. i showered and dressed. wanted to read absolute boyfriend (NIGHT IS DAMN CUTE!) but i fell asleep on my bed instead. was too tired i guess. i knocked out until five in the morning when i got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5 am when everyone was asleep i woke up, switched on the lights and panicked. "ARGH. isn't there guides today!?? shoot! i;ve not prepared anything!" so i turned in the comp and went to the guides blog and -phew- the HQ visit was postponed. haha,, i looked like a goon i think. panicking in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i fell asleep back until about 9. watched a repeat of the amazing race with bro and mom. my mom was so engrossed in watching that she stood up throughout the whole thing. haha. then after it ended she was like "very thrilling ah." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked the whole dayyy. now i feel chao guilty. oops =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY! I SURVIVED THE WHOLE OF FRIDAY WITHOUT SPECS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-updated friendster pics-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; baik hati&lt;br /&gt;; penyayang&lt;br /&gt;; lemah lembut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9882057-112454763253991353?l=gurlyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112454763253991353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9882057/posts/default/112454763253991353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gurlyyy.blogspot.com/2005/08/gosh-xd.html' title='gosh xD'/><author><name>[syasa]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858057594988715848</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></entry></feed>
