<?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-9385109</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:14:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385109.post-3124721252494800103</id><published>2007-03-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:41:53.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, a few minutes to update before i doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for being very distant with blogging. Mostly I'm &lt;em&gt;"busy"&lt;/em&gt; taking care of these two darling cats. It's really nice to reach home with the cats greeting you. The look on their face made me throw my bag away on the bed and put my attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with pretty Sopie nowadays. I'm not being &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;equally fair and I love them both. Sopie's damn manja nowadays and Suria always go on being upset of it. Suria's eyes btw, will flash green with envy. Suria's always bullying Sopie since the time where Auntie, Mom and me, took these two adorable creatures to the toilet and gave them a good bath complete with good hand-scrubbing. Damn &lt;em&gt;menyeksakan lah eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said maybe because of that, Sopie's thankful and that's the reasont to why she's behaving weird and &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw they look so &lt;em&gt;botak&lt;/em&gt;, like a poodle or what we call it chihuahua? Seing chubby Suria so skinny because of her wet fur just made me laugh like i don't give a damn if my neighbour could hear my terrible laughter. Heh. &lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt; ya, and Kak Lynn told us that Suria will cry whenever she have physical contact with water, which is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in love with books, erm well, I've always been, it's just that i left them stranded when i was in my &lt;em&gt;"slack and hack-care" &lt;/em&gt;days in school last year. I've always enjoyed English. Since Sophie Kinsella's "The Undomestic Goddess", I be to pick up my old hobbie now and then. Oh and i hate the school's library for not having Kinsella's books there on the shelves. The reason being that teachers do censore the book for any, ehem, before displaying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking og Engilsh CT, I swear I wanna hit my head on the wall so many times till i get " READ BEFORE WRITING" in my thick skull. I know i can score better in English, cause getting good marks was common for me. SERIOUSLY i'm not boasting. It's just that i'm fucking pissed that I didn't get this one fucking word clearly in my thick skull. Even Mdm Adibah knows that. It's just because of &lt;strong&gt;carelessness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BETTER MAKE DAMN SURE I DON'T REPEAT THIS MISTAKE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT DAMN SURE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the rest, i don't wanna talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;Geography makes me wanna do much better. Last minute revision was not bad trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seing the 'N' Level payment slip just makes it clear that this year i can't waste Mom's money by not attending or even committing to whatever that's related to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm gonna continue reading the book I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;Dozing off soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-3124721252494800103?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/3124721252494800103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=3124721252494800103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/3124721252494800103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/3124721252494800103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-few-minutes-to-update-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-6938530074611830294</id><published>2007-02-23T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:19:14.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did not attend school. Tired, la. I'd rather spend time at home revising for Common Test. I was sleeping just now when Mom was in my room choosing which bag of mine to use and she asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Eh which bag I can use? Nice? Eh why u never go to school ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tired lah ma, I thought i'd rather spend more time revising for the Common Test nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ha. Ah k. Eh this bag can ah? Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ZzZzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better keep my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home right after school. After reaching home and do the basic stuffs Bibik and me went up to Lynn Nasir's house. For one whole week, we have to care of Suria and Sophie. Yes, her cats. Kak Lynn's my neigbour upstairs. Kak Lynn's away at the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC019892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sophie, halfway down there to tame. Likes to wander around the house like a feeding frenzy. Scratch carpet also! Very hard to take a pose, cause she kept running around the house shocking people in different corners and she doesn't like to look at the camera, what sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC019812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Suria, EXACTLY like Shrek's Puss In Boots. The eyes, the fur colour and the chubby-ness. Easy to take a pose, tak degil. I heard she can give you a massage, ex. if you have a tummy ache. Haha, she's called the "Penawar". Oh and she's the senior one. Oh and also, she likes to Manja so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC019802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah kan, nk manja lah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Mom's free tomorrow. It's been a long time since i last spend quality time with her. We're gonna go shopping tomorrow. Ah, yes, I'm aiming for Paris Hilton's HEIRESS perfume. Sis and me are so in love with the smell. We found it in Allure Magazine and there's a sample too. Simply love the fragrance. Can't wait to get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/_heiress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post more pics. Babe Fariha came over my place last weekend. Look at how much she's grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC004332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore Auntie, look at the baby. (that's not her Mom, that's our Aunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC005172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC019052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC019082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC019042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe got boobs. Heh, guess who's work is this. Siape lag.&lt;br /&gt;We were playing with 2 stress balls and i came up with this idea. So mean ah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute kan. She's got a very soft and sweet voice. Oh and whenever she hugs people, she will go "Owhhhhhhh" as to "Awwwww". Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough pictures. I'm dead bored already.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch tv for a while, than i'll start revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Widersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-6938530074611830294?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/6938530074611830294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=6938530074611830294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/6938530074611830294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/6938530074611830294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-not-attend-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-8566931454357635490</id><published>2007-02-16T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:28:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss a whole lot of people. I don't know why for no reason. I miss this darling niece of mine, Asyura, mostly called Lala, and nephew Taufik ( I call him Bob, don't know why, maybe bcos he's bonch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC001622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC015372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/DSC015382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, it's been 2 months since i last see them. See lah, when they're temporarily taken care of by my family, i find them noisy sometimes. Now, i'm dying to hear their laughters. I don't care if they're naughty. I don't care if they wanna spill milo on our expensive hand-made carpet. I don't care if they come at 9 plus in the morning and Lala coming to my room waking me up, " Auntie, Auntie, sleep? Da bangyon?" Hahah with their toddler slangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i miss Taufik's so called eccentric madness and i MISS Lala pleading me to do makeup on her pretty face. I miss the way she doodles in my cosmetic bad and destroying them, using the lip gloss and the back of her hand, and taking the eyebrow shaver and ALMOST shave her's, which i saw and stopped. I miss everything about them. Gosh why am i saying all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May they grow up with TLC and may they be safe in their life journey and may God protect them both from any kind of harm. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The new CCSS MJ really rocks. Hahaha he really rocks, i can't stop laughing siak. Power lah siak die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's reaching home soon, I miss her!&lt;br /&gt;I want plenty plenty plenty of time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Widersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-8566931454357635490?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/8566931454357635490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=8566931454357635490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/8566931454357635490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/8566931454357635490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-whole-lot-of-people_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-7312339768431252044</id><published>2007-02-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:00:36.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from SIA Sports Club with Auntie. Aunt had her usual swimming lesson and i'm the one who always accompany her. Enjoying my bowl soup right now at the same time while blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still finding a picture to display at my profile but I really can't decide right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after school, Hanis and me went to Eastpoint, to buy Valentine's Day stuffs for Hanis' guy. Feasa and Mus had Art extra lessons. We met Auntie right after that. Hanis went on first, while Aunt and i went to Ntuc to buy prawns and some cause she'll be cooking Tom Yam for John for Valentine's Day. We headed straight to her house right after that, to put our stuffs and Aunt needed her recipe book. Proceeded to Beach Road's Golden Mile after that. Gosh i remembered the chocolate oreo ice blended we bought from Sweet Talk and just thinking of it, combined with he pungy smell of the taxi with no air-fragrance, that pissed me off. I felt nausea rising in me. I kept sweating and Aunt kept talking and singing. I told myself it won't be long, yeah fuck, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and the smell of bamboo shoots and different kinds of Thailand herbs there made hte condition worse. Glad that i still had the leftover of Take 5 chicken wing with sambal. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to her house. Yup we took the cab. Darn it was the second time I got that nausea feeling and this time it was worse. By the time i was back at Aunt's place in the lift i was already making my mouth go " BWUUUEEK" 4 times and nothing came out, i endured, hahaha you people know what i mean right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped Aunt make her Tom Yam sambal. After 1hr30mins of preparing just HALF the dish, (yeah Aunt wants to continue doing the soup after swimming) we headed to my place. Just a few blocks away. Packed my stuffs, changed and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could take a picture of the "sunset" there, i mean, the colours of the clouds, they range from blue, violet, fuchsia then soft pomelo.&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 2 more days to wake up at 5.30am, hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's got some stuffs to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Widersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-7312339768431252044?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/7312339768431252044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=7312339768431252044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/7312339768431252044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/7312339768431252044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-came-back-from-sia-sports-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-6169192004086213276</id><published>2007-02-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:30:26.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I've finally got this blog back on track again, after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i'll last long, ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my profile's pic is missing, I'm still can't decide what picture of mine I wanna display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For those who have been looking for me, wondering what the hell happened to me, here I am, and after my long hiatus, hopefully I'll get &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; back on track again, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Widersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-6169192004086213276?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/6169192004086213276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=6169192004086213276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/6169192004086213276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/6169192004086213276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2007/02/voila-at-last-ive-finally-got-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116386591637264676</id><published>2006-11-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:40:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Happy Birthday, dearest Mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love you, always and no matter what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been a strong woman all these years, still moving along despite these challenging obstacles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been a supporting Mom who gives never, ever fails to shower us with unconditional love.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will never fail to fulfill both our happiness and demanding needs, even if u couldn't, you'd try your very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've never been selfish and you always think and care for the others.&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I will be always ready to help and we are supporting you, taking your Diploma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've also been our Mom, our Dad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A never-ending love, for the woman, the nurse, i admire most, I love you Mom.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And always will :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: May you be successful in your future endeavour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116386591637264676?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116386591637264676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116386591637264676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116386591637264676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116386591637264676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-dearest-mama-we-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116376845659192771</id><published>2006-11-17T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:00:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to town just now in the afternoon with Auntie. We went for some small shopping. Auntie bought lotsa stuffs. As usual, we went to Tangs, Wisma and- this place i can't remember. Wanted to go Taka actually, but we were tired already. We went to lotsa places. First the cosmetics, then the lingerie, then clothing and many more. Quite tiring, cause all we could do was walk and walk. I bought fake eyelashes again, and it's just for the sake of boredom. Haha. I bought Ben &amp;&amp;amp; Jerry's too! I was looking for the Cookies and dough flavour but i it was out of stock so i took NY's Super Fudge something. Fucking delicious.  Oh, i just ate them, saved them for home. Oh and we went to Borders too, Auntie looked for her travel book to Italy while i looked for that Series Of Unfortunate Events &lt;strong&gt;LAST BOOK, AT LAST&lt;/strong&gt;, which is Book The 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw sluts there. I saw someone i dislike. Oh and i saw Hady Mirza!!!! Not once, but twice.&lt;br /&gt;Saw him first at Wisma, i was heading out of  Sasa when i saw him. He was with a friend of his. He was walking when they stop to talk. We knew he was the SG Idol, well in fact, Auntie thought he was some other actor, haha, selenge! Then when we went to Tangs again, this time at the escalator, Auntie and i were talking when suddenly I had the urge to look back down. Oh and then again, it was him, again! Haha. Caught him looking at us though. I think by the second time we came upon by chance, he'd regconise us already. I was too shocked to ask for any autographs or whatever. Haha, he rocks laa. The malay version of Michael Buble, sort of lah. Oh and Auntie kept saying he's handsome. For me charming laa, with a sweet smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab home as usual. Long, long queue, and this ang moh lady cut our queue, and another ang moh was already understanding our small small anger and he shared facial expressions with us and smiled. Haha. Nvm, there was a lot of cabs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a taste of that Ben &amp;&amp;amp; Jerry's. Okay, the kids just went home and i'm gonna continue reading my darling book, alone. Ermm, soon enough. Cause Granny and Bibik will be sleeping over Uncle Nasser's house, and Mama and Sis' still n0t home yet. I'm gonna switch my favourite orange lights and i think i'm gonna eat my medications and have a nice, hot cup of Tea. Peaceful aye?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116376845659192771?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116376845659192771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116376845659192771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116376845659192771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116376845659192771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-town-just-now-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116351658972586292</id><published>2006-11-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:07:16.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my appointment at 2pm with the Eye specialist at CGH yesterday. Told you i had a plan, that Dilah, Mus and myself will meet up at CGH, then from there, we'll continue our slack plans. In the end, Dilah couldn't go out cause it's raining cats and dogs and there were thunders and etc. So in the end, the real plan was that after the appointment, Mus and me will head to Dilah's crib to chill with Feasa, Jumat and Firhan. &lt;strong&gt;Oh and thanks Mus, a big thanks for waiting and all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my appointment, we took a cab and headed to Dilah's at around 4++. Before that we ate the othere canteen there, we ate Nasi Lemak. Damn sedap. Thanks to Mom now i'm addicting to that Nasi Lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilah's mom was at home, including her sibs. I love her sibs, even her mom, they are all so sporting. Oh and Dwi, gracious cute! So all of us did what we did as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked, ate, oh and i tried The Sims 2 on Afiq's PS2. Fucking hilarious sia. I made the active Sim did unusual and things i supposed wasn't that necessary. Haha, a whole lot of us laughed. Feasa pulak tu, enjoy. Haha sampai suro aku maen lagi kan? Haha, darling Feasa. After much slacking at the staircase near Dilah's crib, we proceed to the shop to buy SKL ciggs. Feasa bought the strawberry flavoured one, while Mus bought the cherry one. At around 9++ we made a move back to Dilah's crib. Watched Hikmah till 11++, then all of us went home. The rest took the bus while I took a cab cause i was so lazy and tired, and Mom kept asking what time i'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the kids weren't sent to my house today.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9 plus, Sis woke up late and had plans to go school later. Used the comp, transferred some songs to my Hp, then followed by sleeping, AGAIN. BORED LAH ? Before sleeping i heard Sis complaining that Lizzie Maguire The Movie is on Star Movies? Cinemax? Hbo? Hbo family? Nahh i don't know, but all i know is that she didn't go to sch as said at that supposedly time but in the end it was AFTER the LM Movie, i think. Haha i know why, because of that GORDO LAH? WHAT ELSE? ISHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: FUCKING HAPPY SIA, WANNA KNOW WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause it's the FIRST TIME AFTER SO MANY MONTHS UNTIL THEY CAME, AND AT LAST I GOT A 9HR AFTERNOON NAP :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYAHAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116351658972586292?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116351658972586292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116351658972586292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116351658972586292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116351658972586292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-for-my-appointment-at-2pm-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116338452137763073</id><published>2006-11-13T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:22:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went raye-ing with family yesterday. Only that Sis couldn't come along, she was also raye-ing with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;We borrowed Uncle Nasser's colleague MPV. Much easier and convinientm especially for dear Granny. Went to 3 houses, only. Food served in each and every house. Ate a lot. I hate that. Especially the feeling of bloated-ness and the thought of those food you just ate, those oily gravies, those jelak food. And that made me vomitted yesterday. Yuck. I was controlling actually when i saw this &lt;strong&gt;huge HUGE HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; pie, homemade, at Reality Tv's Freaky show. Yuck. And the way the host said how much it weigh, how many kgs og chicken needed, that just made me curse and swear and rush to the toilet. Vomitted, just like on Saturday. Vomitted for 2 days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment with the Eye Specialist Clinic later in the afternoon. Mus planned with us girlfriends that we watch a movie today. But i told her i couldn't make it, definitely, cause of my appointment. So she thought of slacking, that i can, maybe. Well, if i have time, i'll drop by. That if the plan is really confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes i'm going to the Doc alone. I don't mind that, haha cause Mama dont wanna cabot her lecture class anymore. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, thinking of the plans and all, i think i've got an idea.&lt;br /&gt;Got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116338452137763073?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116338452137763073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116338452137763073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116338452137763073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116338452137763073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-raye-ing-with-family-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116322399878229544</id><published>2006-11-11T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:57:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I know i've not been updating. To be honest, i'll only update when i feel like to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I did/which happened to me recently;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dropped to 4NA&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate at Sakura (PSR) again, this time with Mama and her lovely classmates, i love them :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched midnight movie at Cine with them, The Grudge 2, wanted to watch The Convenant but birthday girl wants TG2. ( It's as scary as hell, but, it's really NOT worth to waste your money on this crap)&lt;br /&gt;4. Got terribly sick and Sinutisis came back, due to many many cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Those feelings for someone i used to love really went away.&lt;br /&gt;6. Felt a deeper feeling for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;7. Discovered who my 'true friends' were, &lt;em&gt;actually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Gained an arch enemy in secrecy, surprisingly. Oh no, not 1, 2 in fact. Heh he.&lt;br /&gt;9. Went to CGH to see the Docs for almost 4 times, for 3 days straight, 3 different specialist clinics. ( Darling Mama had to even skip her lecture classes, just to rush to CGH to find out what's with me lately. I'm sorry for the trouble ah, Mom.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Got my eye checked, my case was a rare one and 7 Doctors came to see and study my special eye, haha.&lt;br /&gt;11. Got Cold soar virus on my right eye, as said by Doc, it could be due to my weak immune system, too much thinking and stress. (Not that serious, healing and is much better now)&lt;br /&gt;12. Got a microscopic camera tube inserted deep in my nostrils, haha, very itchy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;13. Got ear wax out of both my ears. ( Really a fucking painful procedure, but it was all &lt;strong&gt;WORTH IT.&lt;/strong&gt; heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;14. The first time of my whole 15 yrs of life, now i have about 7 medications prescribed. ( I think i'll catch up with Granny's one whole crystal box of her medications, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;15. My sickness went to Mama and Sis, I'm sorry my dear ones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116322399878229544?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116322399878229544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116322399878229544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116322399878229544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116322399878229544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-ive-not-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116142303929782534</id><published>2006-10-21T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:39:07.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to go out with Mama to celebrate Deepa at her classmate's house.&lt;br /&gt;I was all ready and after taking a bath and was getting ready to doll-up, i sat down and stared at the mirror. Long enough. And right after that my mood fucking went away. Then i straight away told Mama i won't be going. Right after that i started to groan and complain about my life. My headache came. What the fucking hell is with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, this is very personal to me but, I'm mentally disturbed. I've been secretly unhappy, depressed, sick and anger fills me almost everytime someone pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because of the bloody haze, i've been waking up every morning, sweating with the heat. Bloody damn irritating. I can't sleep well nowadays, i will toss and turn in bed. I will tend to fidget every moment and then and that would make me feel so agitated that i'll often cry silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was so full of problems yesterday and my migrane came. Right after i had a tiff with Mama while doing the cookies, all i could thought of was my bed. I felt so cold. All i could thought of was God. I was shivering and i even used layers and layers of thick covers. I couldnt stop crying. My migrane was hurting so much, that i felt like my head was being bat-ed thousands of times. I started to think why God has made life like this. I know that there's a reason behind all this but, why ? I really wanna know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like as if there was a big core in my head and it felt as if it was gonna explode soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala msged me at that time. Coincidence. We released both our angers.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG THANKS TO MALA. YOU ROCK LAH BEB :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i shouldn't be complaining. I must appreciate whatever God has given me, and i should be closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;But, i wonder &lt;strong&gt;WHY WHY WHY&lt;/strong&gt; must all of this happen to me and my family ? I know it's what they call the ups and downs of our life and that it's all &lt;em&gt;rintangans &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;dugaans&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;BUT WHY ? What's the reason ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY I DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING MOOD TO RAYE THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we get from &lt;em&gt;those people&lt;/em&gt; maaann ? For every raye we will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here. I've deleted everything i wrote down here just now. I mean, &lt;em&gt;just now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's way too personal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/9385109-116142303929782534?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116142303929782534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116142303929782534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116142303929782534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116142303929782534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/was-supposed-to-go-out-with-mama-to_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116132692022840696</id><published>2006-10-20T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:10:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was fucking blogging when this comp shut down by itself! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's my 2nd supposed-to-be post for today, if not for the loose wire just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, oh, yeah i've been tagged by &lt;strong&gt;Feasa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm so damn slow. Haha yalah long time never update kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 9 different points of their perfect lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 4 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENDER : MALE.&lt;br /&gt;1. Funny and has a great sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet and has an attractive smile :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have what humans call it, &lt;strong&gt;FEELINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Talented in giving &lt;strong&gt;TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. Must be someone very patient who can stand my temper and bubbly-ness :)&lt;br /&gt;6. Always honest, &lt;strong&gt;NO LIES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. Full of commitment and can be trusted, always.&lt;br /&gt;8. Love me for Who I am, not for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;9. Guide me to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, knows how to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next &lt;strong&gt;4 victims&lt;/strong&gt; are ; &lt;strong&gt;Mala&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Shazzie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Zizi &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Huda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the topic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuedays were markings days for the school. There's no need to attend.&lt;br /&gt;But as for Wednesday, girlfriends and I couldn't be bothered to attend school. Even until today.&lt;br /&gt;Heng kept calling Mama during her working hours, fortunately. And he even left voice messages telling Mama about me not sitting for the POA and Math papers. Mama knows, SO ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie darling called me at around 12 asking me out to Wisma to accompany her shop. Met her at her house first. While waiting for Auntie to doll-up, she was kind enough to switch on the air-con in the living rm for me siang2 and told me to watch the hilarious comedy dvd she bought, Mind Your Language. &lt;strong&gt;VERY FUNNY&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha. I remember that Arts Central used to telecast this funny comedy on late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, took taxi and headed to Wisma. Attacked Topshop. Auntie bought many tops. SO SO fucking pretty!!! Then we went to look for my hair dye product. Oh, Auntie couldn't get the hair dye product for me at Japan cause it's very tough there esp. they are all in Japanese and most salesperson can't speak English. After buying the hair dye product, went to Taka. Walked and walked then proceed to take taxi nearby Heeren. Went to Topshop Suntec, to collect Auntie's reserved tops. Damn it was closed already, at 5. We were like 5 mintues late? Haha nvm, long story. Snap snaps, went back to Auntie's house, just for the sake of taking Sis' recipe book. Cause she's doing kuih raya. Then headed to Tamp Interchange money changer, to convert lots and lots of SG coins which we brought in carriers and it was darn heavy. It's Auntie's Pak Wa coins. He collects a lot. And after converting them, wooohh! It's a bomb. I mean, erm, big money bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, took taxi to my house. We break-fast here. Really enjoyed my day with darling Auntie and btw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH for paying and all. Love you always lah babe! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh and after breaking fast, Auntie dyed my hair for me. And i hate the results. I told you i hate SG products, i mean if you buy it. Well actually not that bad lah, it's just that we SG hairs are dark, so i think i can rely on the lightest colour, or either bleach. Going to the salon is the best la, but the cost also manyak cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, i made kuih raya! I made the one called Honey Glacee. Yeah, it's the one which people usually call Honey Cornflakes. Yum, it worked :)&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i love cooking and i don't like baking and stuffs, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Auntie came as usual. Transferred songs to her Ipod. She bought Hershey's swopes and they are so damn nice! Oh yeah, we didn't fast. Auntie's got her&lt;em&gt; best friend&lt;/em&gt; on her while I, had a flu. Well i broke my fast with medicine in at 2++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that asshole, mind me, still making our lives harder every fucking day. &lt;strong&gt;WHERE IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY MAN ??? MAMA'S DONE ENOUGH FOR US. HOW ABOUT YOU ?&lt;br /&gt;STILL WITH YOUR EXCUSES AND LIES. DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not collect my baju raya, cause Mama is on attatchment weekdays and we can only depend on weekends. That it also IF that asshole provide money. Mama's financially down this week. The 25th will on be on Hari Raya. So we'll have to figure things out. Ah, damn you asshole. I really hate you. And I WISH sis will call Atok and inform him of what's done of that asshole. Biar Atok tahu, &lt;em&gt;biar Atok getak him siket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mama's turn making kuih raye yesterday. Yumm. Cornflakes covered with chocolate with a little touch of roasted almonds and &lt;em&gt;gajus!&lt;/em&gt; I forgot what they call it in English, hehe. Bibik, Auntie, even granny and not forgetting myself helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end the topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna carry on my MSN conversation with my darlings :)&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR RAYE :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(many many many smiles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116132692022840696?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116132692022840696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116132692022840696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116132692022840696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116132692022840696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-fucking-blogging-when-this-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116092632299806129</id><published>2006-10-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:32:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm upating tau. Haha cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked so many friends of mine about where and how much to do my hair. Compared all, still, all of them sounds the same to me. So many offers and promotions. Not sure about which shop to head to. Okay this is what i'm gonna do, i'm gonna colour my whole head first, yes, as a base colour, then, i'm gonna highlight and cut. Well, trim i mean. BUT, but, Auntie is now at Japan. Yes, the first thing which came across my mind was &lt;strong&gt;THEIR DAMN CRAZY GOOD STRIKING COLOURS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Hah, obviously i'm not taking red or something, well, i'm more to those caramel-honeyed tone. But tak boleh jamin laa if Auntie can really buy for me i mean yes she can totally but- the people there all Japanese, how to understand English when you talk to them and btw, the information or whatever shit they call it on the box of the colouring kit-  she wouldn't understand. Well IF Auntie get to buy this thing for me, I'm gonna use it for the base colour, THEN i shall go to the Salon to highlight. Planning to go with Mala. I hope Shazzie can come along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, dh prepare you all for Hari Raya? Well for me, there's one big fat reason, BUSY. Well that always came out of Mama's and Sis' mouth. The maid can help lah but, alah new maid. Leceh siket. Nvm, i'm "fire starting" it, tomorrow, Mama's gonna buy the ingredients and the other whatsoever things needed tmr night, i'm gonna do my usual part-time Hari Raya job. Make Honey Cornflakes! Yeh bebeh! I love them. Yumm. As for the house deco, still belum start. Ish rabak. Usually last time, before Mama started her taking her Diploma, right now, skrg jugak dh nk complete all. What to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Beetlejuice on HBO just now. Haha i like that show. It's about a dead couple who's looking for a so called Exorcist, or they call it Beetlejuice to chase away the new tenants in the dead couple's house. Say his name 3 times and he'll appear. Wth. Reminds me of Bloody Mary and Candyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, i'm really looking foward for those perky brown contacts, right girls? And the hairdo! Waaaaaaaa! Excited seh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it. Gonna carry on my MSN converstion with my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;K laa bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116092632299806129?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116092632299806129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116092632299806129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116092632299806129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116092632299806129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116083639373980174</id><published>2006-10-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:33:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! God forgive me i didn't fast today. Well, actually, nvm. I told you people i hate &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt;s and i can't &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt;. Now it gets to me that whenever i &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt;, i won't fast on that day. Serious. I don't like sahurs! I know it's sunat but alah, what to do. I told granny and bibik just now to NOT wake me up from my beauty sleep later on. I just hate waking up in the mid mornings and eating with my slopey dope-d eyes and eating. Gosh, imagine that! Haha. Pengsan korang klu aku post gambar gtu pat sini, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Selena just now, for- only God knows how many times. I love Selena. Oh, i'm listening to her songs at the same time now. She just got married for God's sake and she's just entering stage 5 of fame and that bitch shot her! How could she? Psycho! I cried everytime i watch the ending. Poor darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 weeks, Mama's got attachment and she's posted to IMH. Yes people, IMH. Hearing stories and experiences from her everytime she just got home just make me wanna work there and learn about the people there. They are so adorable, err, some. Ehem. So funny, haha! I'd be dead weak if i tell you all the stories Mama shared with me. Sorry, hehe. I'm surprised that even grads from international universities even get admitted there. You see, you can see what i'm trying to tell you. I was told by Mama that some of them there are really handsome. Seriously, handsome. Kesian la eh. Oh and btw, HAHA i need to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At IMH, the women there i tell you, haha don't know what to say. Well, there is one encounter where Mama was walking down the corridor and there's this patient, obviously a women, kinda told off Mama in this full of envy manner, it goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient: Eh, ingat lawa pe pakai makeup? Lawa lah tu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: ( knows all this patients very well mentally) Eh asal, tk boleh ke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient: Lawa lah tu pakai makeup? Lawa la?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama just smiled and ignored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later...&lt;br /&gt;The Patient stood behind Mama and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient: Eh, kite nk pakai makeup boleh? ( with a naughty smile) Hehe pakai kan boleh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So cute. &lt;em&gt;Vain jugak die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, watched My Wife is A Gangster II yesterday and i hte the beginning! But i love th ending. Zhang Zi Yi was in the last scene. Alah just 5 minutes gtu, out of the whole 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for ciggs already. Nvm, not that so craving laa but heck care la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not much to update, i forgot the rest, i think?&lt;br /&gt;And oh, oh! I'm so excited to buy that darling book. Just came out yesterday. I'm not sure whether SG selling already or not. Oh alah, that book, A Series Of Unfortunate Events, Book The 13th. Yes, 13th, people! &lt;strong&gt;LAST BOOK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116083639373980174?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116083639373980174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116083639373980174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116083639373980174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116083639373980174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-god-forgive-me-i-didnt-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116057015661455458</id><published>2006-10-11T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:54:16.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Yes, have not been updating much, don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;At last, FOR ME, exams are so - over. Hah. Won't be attempting my real last paper this Friday. POA. What got into me, seriously? I'm really asking to be dropped to NA sia. Well, made plans and discussed with Mama already, but just partially. Discussed with her what to do if i dropped to NA &lt;em&gt;(CHOY AH!)&lt;/em&gt; or what happens if so and so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That asshole still haven't put in our nafkah money. Shit la, he's &lt;strong&gt;SO FUCKING IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can he get away with it, SO RELAXED summoh! What kind of father do i have man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i don't know why the toot lah i can't be bothered to do Physics and Chem paper anymore. Omg, i hope i don't make this habit, esp after what i've done with maths. For maths, it's fat hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking foward to go Johor again to collect my baju kurungs and maybe, do some shopping. I can't wait for Raye. Alah who can't seh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Grease yesterday, i so love the movie. It's a legend lah! Haha, the Thunderbirds and Pink Ladies. Without them, the movie would be nothing. I remember watching the movie, including Grease 2 (the one with Michelle Phiffer) and i would go goo-goo-GA-GA at Danny, which is John Travolta. Haha. But looking at him do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; walk, (you people jolly well know how he walks in that show) just yucked me off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to colour my hair. Planning with the girls to go Salon together. But i'm still not sure cause Auntie could be flying to New York and if she does, i told her to buy for me the dye product there cause seriously, i don't like using the products in Singapore. Not so good! Hmm, not all actually. Some do really work but, hah, you can depend on the bleaching ones only. So instead, i'd rather use the one i've tried before las time during the June holidays. Damn good la. This time, i'll try going for Caramel-Honey sort of colour. &lt;-- Wah Eng best. HAH. Oh, and i've been watching Princess Hours at Channel U nowadays. I mean like, everyday. I love the show. You people must watch. Lazy to summarize the story for you ah, hehe. Btw, i've been trying out the Themes Creator for Sony Ericsson. I loike :) I keep changing and changing and making new themes but in the end, i'll always change the theme back to the original one. I'm looking foward to My Wife is A Gangster II this Friday. The first one was nice. Saddening a little lah but the ending really &lt;em&gt;"waaahh-ed"&lt;/em&gt; me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. WATCH THIS. REALLY SPOOKED ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD IS GREAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELyzRzy3Bgk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELyzRzy3Bgk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a noble way to die. And if you observe carefully, theres like a &lt;em&gt;big dimple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i don't know how to explain it but, you see it right? Scary seh. He's dying. And Abg Wan said that he said something about seeing a &lt;em&gt;Malaikat&lt;/em&gt; or something to take him &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt;. And then, carried on by his last few words. May God bless him. &lt;em&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah bye, wanna play The Sims again. Before that i'm gonna help Auntie in her Sudoku game.&lt;br /&gt;This is also a must try!&lt;br /&gt;Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Will try to keep updated wokay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116057015661455458?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116057015661455458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116057015661455458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116057015661455458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116057015661455458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116023056308222962</id><published>2006-10-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:15:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Was supposed to go to Geylang to &lt;em&gt;buka &lt;/em&gt;with my girlfrends this evening. But i did not, wanted to make today a stay-at-home day and study. Im focusing on Social Studies now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and shoot, my migrane has been hitting me for the past 4 days. Fuck. &lt;em&gt;Bikin sakit ati lagi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives came today to break-fast here. This kebabians uncle of mine &lt;em&gt;(the one who i had a tiff about last few months cause of my tattoo)&lt;/em&gt; find fault with me. It was 5.30pm at that time and i had just taken a bathe and wanted to relax and enjoy and to waste time waiting for break-fast. I was watching MTV and he was sitting at the sofa. I was on the floor in front of the tv with my other cousins when.. I was waiting for this very show to start and as you people know, in between breaks, MTV will play some songs. Danity Kane's Show Stopper was playing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, with his irritating high-pitched voice tone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Eh tukar ah cite nie tk senonoh, dhlah bulan puasa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: (Ignores, just like what Mama told me to do)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Tuka ah! Aku pecahkan tv baru kau tau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: ( Controls temper)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it was the first time. I just shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching Sweet 16..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Eh tuka lah cite! Asik cite kau je! Aku hempas kan tv baru kau tau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: ( Rolls eyes, and again, controlled my temper and shut up)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Eh sudah ah, aku balek ah! Asik cite kau je! Mtv Mtv tk habes2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: ( A little pissed of...) Eh g balek ah! G balek rumah ah tengok tv kau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Laughed off..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my other family members and my maid were all inside the kitchen getting the food ready and there was only me, my little cousins and him. One of my favourite uncle was outside oh the staircase near the door sitting down taking some fresh air. Can't i just watch my show peacefully. I mean like, okay, Suria's got nothing fun on and the other channels are all the same and i just didn't change the channel since there was a lot of young people there and im sure they prefer MTV better? So i just continued watching the show, and again, he went on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Eh dahlah tuka ah! cite kau cite kau! Kasi aku tengok ah! BLAH BLAH BLAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: ( At last,) Eh biseng lah sia!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: (Laughing) Eh ape sial sial!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Eh aku mane ade ckp sial?! Kau dengar ke tk ape aku ckp? Jgn tuduh sembarangan ah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Eh ape ni kau, gangster pe???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Eh ape gangster ah? Kau mulut jgn sembarang ckp ah! Siket2 gangster! ( Reffering to my tattoo which is still halfway done removed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Eh kau jgn kurang ajar ah! Aku tumbuk kan muke kau! ( Showing his closed fist to me, he was at the sofa a few metres away from me, sitting down)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. Those words reminded me of Papa, and when i was about to say something -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: Atiqah, Atiqah, listen to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny: Eh ape ni kau Jalil biseng2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: (In his presence..) Listen to me, ignore him. Just ignore him. Whatever he's gonna say again, whatever that is annoying, just shut up. Ignore him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Okay, but he's PISSING ME OFF. FASTING MONTH SUMMOH??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was silence.&lt;br /&gt;Even Mama can't be bothered with that mouth of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Fuck. No words can tell me how pissed of i was. My hands were already shaking, you know, just like how you feel when you wanna bitch slap someone. I told myself, I am fasting. Relax. Have patience. And i thought of God. I said Astagfirullah to myself a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later while watching the show, i could not take it and went to my room. Before that i went to the kitchen to see the look on Mama's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ma, what the hell was with him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: (Just kept quiet)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny: Ape ni Iqah, sudahlah, buat bodoh dengan die. Die kan tk betol sikit dekat kpale. Diam aje.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ye la, k lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in my room, I sat on he bed, and breathed in and out continuously and again told myself to be patient. Everything was alright after that. When it was time to break-fast, one of my favourtie uncle (the other one) knocked on my door, asking me to break-fast. When i opened the door, i see him smiling, giving me the &lt;em&gt;I hope she's okay look.&lt;/em&gt; I just smiled back. He's one patient uncle i've ever met. I swear i've never seen him get angry or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man was still there, breaking-fast. I just pretended he wasnt there. 2 of my other uncles came here to break-fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i find no reason to shout at him like that but damn, i just cannot stand it when he talks like that to me, just like last time! And i tell you, &lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR&lt;/strong&gt; the way he talked to me tkda cara. His tone was bloody irritating you get me? With a big I!!! Try talking to him. Gd luck, he thinks he's &lt;strong&gt;SO FUNNY BUT ALLT HE WHILE HE'S JUST TRYING TO AND HE'S SO SACARSTIC!!!! LAME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that i'm being rude or something but seriously, try being part of my family. Talk to him. You don't know him. I've been so patient with him! Oh, that fucka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate it when he shouted at my darling mother a few days back&lt;strong&gt; SO UNREASONABLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be bothered to told him off about the &lt;strong&gt;REAL SITUATION&lt;/strong&gt; we are in now cause i was on my out of the house to fetch sis and bro and proceed to Papa's. My sister got very angry about it when she found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just don't like him. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop talking about him. Bleaahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i can't wait to collect my baju kurungs la. Lace bebeh, lace!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with lace! :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm gonna carry on playing The Sims.&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116023056308222962?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116023056308222962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116023056308222962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116023056308222962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116023056308222962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-116014943714228787</id><published>2006-10-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:17:40.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Okay i've got like, less than 30 mins to complete writing this post. I wanna watch My Wife Is A Gangster at 11.30pm later at Channel U. Yes, i've not been updating, i've got my reasons. Oh, and also i'm fasting already, and it's been a really tiring week for me. I just love fasting this month. And not waking up for &lt;em&gt;sahur &lt;/em&gt;is already a daily routine for me, cause i really don't like &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt;s. And i love &lt;em&gt;the feeling of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;enduring the the whole day without food and sahur&lt;/em&gt; whenever i get my 1st bite of food, when it's time to eat. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can recall, i went to Papa's house to break-fast there. Simply after posting, got ready and all. Had some changes in plans, took taxi and fetched Sis and Bro at around Bro's school area. Yes, Springfield. From there headed to Papa's at Bedok Resevoir. I felt so tired on that day and all i could do was sleep. Bro was irritating, while i was sleeping he kept waking me up and asking him to talk to him and layan him. Gosh, it was so irritating tapi maklumlah, long time never see his sister lah tu, haha. During break-fast, ate a lot. Nenek cooked so many dishes. Some were given by my Aunties there on Papa's side. Papa was not at home, what else, working. Stepmom not at home too, working also. Snap snap snap, at 9pm exactly, went home. Papa fetched us under the void deck and send Sis and me home. Watched Hikmah, OMG, so sakit ati i tell you! But haha, i know the ending already. That's the best part. Won't tell you all, cause all of them are spoilers. Duh. There's gonna be 3 series of Hikmah. So tunggu lah you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY to WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary days. Had MT paper on Tuesday. No paper on Wednesday, normal lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Brought Vcds to sch to let my &lt;strong&gt;DEAR CLASSMATES&lt;/strong&gt; to watch but fuck, sadly some people just pissed me off. Fucking disappointed with them. Menyesal, menyesal aku tolong satu org ni. Feasa was so nice to calm me down and everything. Such a darling. Seriously. In the end Feasa and me skipped the last period, which is CME. Dilah did not come to school. Mus went home earlier on with Alia. Headed to NTUC after that. Bought stuffs. Then took taxi, send Feasa home first, them myself. From there i shall not elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and to Feasa, thanks so much. Hearts you darl :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school. Normal lessons on that day. So the girls and me didn't attend school. Only dear darling Dilah came, sms'ed her the night before but she did not reply. So sorry, and it's not on purpose. Cleared things with her already. Oh, and went Johor with Mama. To tempah my baju kurung. Darling Nonya was so kind to accept our tempahans, &lt;strong&gt;LAST MINUTE&lt;/strong&gt;. Reason being that we've known her for years and she's been our one and only tailor. I think that's the reason, yeah. I can't wait to collect my baju kurungs. &lt;strong&gt;OMG I LOVE THEM.&lt;/strong&gt; I love the designs, apetah lagi it's to my heart's desire. &lt;em&gt;Weeehaaaaaa!&lt;/em&gt; Can't wait to collect them. Oh, the colours for my baju kurungs this year will be colours i've never tried and don't favourite that much (execpt for brown) - Multi-colour Brown, Lime Green (don't look like how it sounds, err) and Turqoise. And yes, most of them are lace materials :)&lt;br /&gt;Took taxi at Rochor to reach Johor. Something happened. Won't tell. OMG i wanna fucking forget it please? Snaps snaps snaps, went to the tailor, then went home straight after that. Took taxi again at Johor to reach Rochor. Oh and this time, there was a traffic jam there. I mean, A HEAVY ONE. Oh and the taxi driver is so bloody damn smart, take short cut! And the short cut i mean, is really one short, short cut. Smart man. Reached Rochor, from there took taxi home. Reached home at 6.50pm plus. Right time to buka. Yes, too tired to stop and shop at Johor. Mama wanted to buka at Raffles Hospital's Banquet but heck, i was so damn fucking tired and all i could thought of was home. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't attend school. Hehe. Maths paper lagi. Heck care, i don't know a damn thing about maths this year. Slack mah. So i bet sitting for 2 hours is really gonna get my butt pissed. Sci's Chem and Phy paper's after Maths. 1hr. That i don't mind. Though of going to sch late, just to attempt that Sci paper but, all of this just did not happen. &lt;strong&gt;CAUSE&lt;/strong&gt;, i felt sick since yesterday and i was having trouble sleeping. My body was breaking out with sweat, and I felt like vommiting, and i had gastric cramps and the best part, my fuckign migrane came, this time it's like as if i'm carrying a fish tank on top of my head. Yes, with the feeling of the juggling water. Wah syiok. Woke up early at 7am plus, and took a long cool bath. Nothing much happened today. It's just like any ordinary days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my time is up. Yes. It's 11.34pm already!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm glad the Channel U news is still going on now, and that show have not begun yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i don't know why lah i can't change the blog updating time. There's not even one. There must be a problem with this skins. Nvm, it's not important anyway.&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-116014943714228787?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/116014943714228787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=116014943714228787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116014943714228787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/116014943714228787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115976653768916828</id><published>2006-10-02T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T13:22:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello beautiful people. I'm fasting today, yes, at last i can! I love this fasting month. There's so much of challenges. Challenge us on our endurance, patience, oh, and even temper! Haha. Especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from school. Had EL paper. Long hours of writing, long hours of sitting. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Bro msged me while i was at sch. He asked me if i could &lt;em&gt;buka &lt;/em&gt;at nenek's house, so okay, actually i coudn't be bothered especiallyt hinking about Papa, but for the sake of bro, i'm going. Will be going there alone, Sis will head there first cause before that she's got to tutor, so it's easier going one way. After school, went to Eastpoint with Feasa and Alia, accompanied Feasa to buy her stuffs. Went home after that. Now here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im gonna bathe and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Bedok later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115976653768916828?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115976653768916828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115976653768916828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115976653768916828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115976653768916828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-beautiful-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115970656390048215</id><published>2006-10-01T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:43:38.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. I've been wanting to update since Friday but some things just got in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Turned out that i went to Geylang with my fellow girlfriends. We &lt;em&gt;buka&lt;/em&gt;-ed at Banquet. Saw schoolmates of ours. Shall not elaborate more. Haha. After buka, went to Tanjong Katong Complex to collect Mama's clothes she ordered. Then, we were joined by Firhan later on from there.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Ashmi, Hyrul and also Fadhilah's Erlin Montel. All of them looked so good. Especially Fadhillah, she's beautiful. Later on we went to get ciggs. Followed by slacking near the MRT area after that. Made a move at 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am plus. Abg Wan bought the cable for the internet on Friday so i made the effort to wake up early and bathe to transfer the comp back to my room. Snap snap snap, in the end, after all the hard work, ( helped by sis) the internet can't work in my room, cause the bloody cable's an ethernet connection cable and it's not a USB type, which we normally use. I was eager to blog but damn now you can see what got in my way. We couldn' t be bothered by transferring this shit outside again. But in the end earlier just now, sis transferred it back all the way outside in the hall again. Now here it is. Fuck, i can't wait to go to Challenger to buy this network card or whatever shit so that i can get this comp back in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, Mama asked me to accompany her to the Salon to cut her hair. I had the idea of cutting my hair there too with her but i was tired. In the end i didn't go. Well, one of the reasons being that we fought. She went on with her plan instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to woke up for &lt;em&gt;mengaji&lt;/em&gt; this morning but i was too sleepy and even after how many times Mama woke me up i still slept like a fucking log. Mama and sis were the only ones who &lt;em&gt;ngaji&lt;/em&gt; instead today. Oh and yes, had dreams. 3 of them. The other 2 are just typical dreams but the 3rd one, spooked the hell outta me. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staying over at this chalet, well a big scary mansion, just imagine the Pasir Ris chalet but thrice its size. It had 3 storys. Well, i was having a so called vacation there with people who i don't know who the fuck is and never met for the my whole 15 years of life, FRIENDS, and one Auntie who i call MOM, and she ain't my Mama. So this whole ground of mansions, (yes there's lots of other mansions around there too) is known to be infamous for it's Pontianak sightings, cryings in the night and whatsoever. Okay so one night, i was assigned(by the person i called MOM) to sleep at this particular mansion and the worst part, the mansion's just beside the woods, yes the woods where they call it the home of the Pontianaks. To make it worse, my bedroom window had the scene of the spooky woods. There were about 20 more rooms in that mansion but despite all that, those people i call friends were also assigned to sleep in the same room with me. There's about 6 of us in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually the catch is, is that whenever a siren or any messages, (messages which usually&lt;br /&gt;comes out on tv when there's a quick announcement of something) all of the people in the whole ground of mansions will have to get that signal straight and quickly get to bed and pretend you're sleeping. You know why? Cause the Pontianaks are coming. It's a sign. Oh and yes, we HAVE to close our eyes for if not, we'll bear the consequences. You know what i mean. We should not let ourselves to get caught for not sleeping by the Pontianaks. At that point of time while everyone was all rushing to their beds and trying their very best to pretend their sleep, i KNOW that in reality, im fucking dreaming. Yes i know. But, i don't know why the hell lah i told myself that i should carry on and see what's gonna happen. Oh how i regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyting was quiet, i could hear them crying, laughing hysterically, singing and etc. That spooked the hell outta me. In reality, i know i am hearing them, cleary, i swear! Not logn after that, one of the Pontianaks stood above me, where i was sleeping, and she observed me very carefully, waiting for me to scream or something, but i did not, i tried not too. Oh yes, i was also very tempted to see how one looked like, but i tried not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to not beat around the bush, i'm gonna cut this story short. Snap snap snap, after doing the nightmare emergency practice over and over again, i told myself that i'm gonna wake up, THAT IF AFTER I SEE HER FACE. How stupid was i? Why on the land of dreams did i make that decision? So.. I asked for it and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all of us were pretending to be asleep, i opened my eyes to take a peak. I saw one of them only. Oh and yes, she caught me looking at her. I can't see her face properly cause she was facing the other way and my eyes were halfed-opened at that time. Oh and guess what? She came right to me, where i was in my position, this time sleeping ont he floor right beside the bed. She was at the bed, and her face came out partially to look at me. God i swear my heart was beating fast in reality! She was playing hide and seek with me! So i told myself to be brave and tried to look at her. In the end, after just seing part of her hair, i was too scared and decided to wake up. Yes, WAKE UP! How glad i was. I was so glad to hear Mama's voice reciting the Quran with Ustazah. Damn was i glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe all of this is just due to watching too many horror movies this week. Yeah, could be. Oh and, if you people are free enough too spare some little time of yours, do take a look at this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tip3ohzawak"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tip3ohzawak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a trailer of Hantu Kum Kum. Rumours said that Singapore Production is gonna do a movie on this, you know, just like Pontianak Returns. I hope that it's true and they'll do a better job on this, especially when it's a true story which happened right here, in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, btw EXAMS tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;HABES. All the best la eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115970656390048215?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115970656390048215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115970656390048215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115970656390048215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115970656390048215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115943875972858575</id><published>2006-09-28T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:29:54.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Just came back from slacking near RC with Dilah, Feasa, Mus, Firhan, and Ahmad. Followed by Zameer and one of the kembars, not sure which one's which. Slacked right after sch. Skipped POA. Sch's okay. Nothing extraordinary. Three fucking people pissed me off today. I endured with all their nonsense all the way but this time, i cannot take it! They are called human beings with &lt;strong&gt;NO FEELINGS&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope one day they'll get &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going Geylang with the girls tomorrow, BUT unfortunately Mama's asking me out too. She asked yesterday, but i was too tired and i told her some other day. I'm not sure who to go with. If i go with Mama and Sis, we'll do the same jalan-jalan stuffs AND t&lt;em&gt;empah&lt;/em&gt; our baju kurungs, last minute. Well, we usually go Johor to &lt;em&gt;tempah&lt;/em&gt; but too bad, Mama's always busy with her sch and stuffs. What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Not much to update today.&lt;br /&gt;Just a big thanks for those 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A big one, seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115943875972858575?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115943875972858575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115943875972858575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115943875972858575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115943875972858575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115936104934534906</id><published>2006-09-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:32:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Just had a long cooling bath. Sch's the same. Took that Chemistry and Physics practical test. I love doing the practical, only because of the mixing of residue and solutions, but honestly i don't really know all the stuffs about gases and whatever. I did the practical test for Chem but not for Physics, no way. When i was out of fun, i made a dumbass fool of myself by spraying the distilled water in the bottle at Feasa, who's sitting right at the same cabinet as me. Made a fool of ourselves. Feasa's so funny with that blue cloth wide open covering......* I was insane. We were insane. I sprayed water everywhere. Could not be bothered by Heng and his naggings. There was one time where i was happily spraying water at Feasa and when i thought Heng caught me and was on his way to my table, i quickly took the pink cloth on my side of cabinet and quickly pretend wiping the table like a decent, innocent student cleaning like a maid. Haha! But it turned out that Heng went to a different direction to look at other students. Feasa and myself exchange stares and we laughed like what the hell who cares. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was pissed off when i found out that CME is gonna be replaced with this practical test, cause i brought along The Unborn vcd (true story) to sch for us classmates to watch it. Well i brought different horror vcds for two times already and my plan won't usually work or either something will just get in its way! The first time was i got suspended just after coming to sch early in the morning recently that Wednesday and today, again it happened, well this time taken over by this sheeshis practical test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end after sch, Feasa made plans to go to Firhan's house to watch this vcd. So i went on with the plan. We watched the cd, Firhan was a little spooked by the story haha! Feasa stayed cool. Cigged too. &lt;em&gt;( i can't fast, remember?)&lt;/em&gt; Oh, also had the time to watch GANYUT. It Firhan's. Haha! Merepek but damn it's hilarious! Haha! Alias Kadir's so cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a move at 6.45pm around there, tooked bus 39, reached home and ate. Had a bath after that. Now here i am. I'm not boasting or whatsoever the fuck but, i'm suprised that even though i did not wake up for &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt; everyday, i can still endure the hungryness and i don't focus much on food. All i thought was patience, endurance and, &lt;strong&gt;SMILE&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, i've downloaded lots of movies. My most favourites for now, are Saw I, Saw II and Silent Hill. I'm looking foward for Saw III to be released, soon. As for Silent Hill, it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MUST WATCH. SERIOUSLY, SERIOUSLY, SERIOUSLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; different from other horror movies. My heart beat fast watching that movie. Try to watch okay? You'll like it, you'll like all of the movies i've recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm gonna layan my mumbling bored Mama,&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115936104934534906?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115936104934534906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115936104934534906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115936104934534906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115936104934534906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115925953674852216</id><published>2006-09-26T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:27:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. School was okay. Just like every other days. We girls kept laughing and laughing, haha. All selenger. Just now i was so selenger and blur that both Dilah and Feasa looked at me as i mumbled nonsense and talked to myself and when i looked at both of them (one sitting on the left beside me, the other on the right) they gave a peeka laugh. Feasa's so funny with her mouth doing the mooouud thing, &lt;em&gt;you know what i mean Feasa&lt;/em&gt;. Dilah's always crapping with her weird noises coming out from her mouth every now and then, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we girls met Jumat outside sch, then proceeded to Eastpoint to buy my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;After done doing so we met Mama outside eastpoint's bustop. Then Dilah and Jumat left, while i and Feasa joined Mama waiting for bus 9. Proceeded to Afghan afterwards while Feasa went home. Snap snap snap, here i am. Yes i know that it's so obvious that i'm lazy to update, well sometimes i do wanna update but i will always get distracted by other fun things to do. Oh and yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HADY MIRZA WON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it! I knew it! He's got the full package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asleep yesterday and i was awaken by Mama screaming over Hady and i went to the hall to see. It was the results part. I felt sad and my heart told me it's not gonna be Hady but Johnathan instead cause earlier yesterday afternoon Mama received an sms from a friend who works with the Mediacorp and told her about both the contestant's result percentage so far. Mama so semangat foward the msg and told everyone to vote. Siao ah. Haha but i was shocked after waiting and waiting with all those last minute suspending moments interrupted by advertisments and at last, HADY! Way to go! I still like Jonathan, i love his voice, a match for Jazz songs and i'll be looking forward to him singing any Michael Bubble's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, went to Mama's class chalet at Aloha Loyang. Fun. I and a friend of Mama's, Fairuz planned something which i swear we've never done in our life - breaking the chalet rules by swimming in the pool after 9. Haha crazy. The others were so worried but hell i didn't care, cause the others and i was all wet with the attack of the waterbombs and i felt fucking uncomfortable and i hate the chalet's toilet so, we snuggled all the way there to the pool. Hell yeah i don't give a damn. Fairuz and me were the ones to step in the pool and after the other students seing us having fun and enjoying the cold water, all finally went in. All of us, lots of us, in our casual clothes! We were very careful about not making so much noise. Some even took the slide, haha. Syiok sia. Overall, i had fun there. 2 nights 3 days at the Bunglow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday slacked with Shazzie and Mala. Had fun. Enjoyed ourselves, just that it's the fasting month and there wasn't much of an outing. Oh and bloody damn fuck, i CAN'T fast! I hate it i swear! I was so confident waking up for &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt; on the first day of the fasting month, and after i ate and slept, and woke up at 10am, there it's all wasted. Asswipes! I told myself i should take this more seriously cause last year i did not actually kept track and all. Nevermind, i hope&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt; will go away soon. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hands aching already. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115925953674852216?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115925953674852216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115925953674852216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115925953674852216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115925953674852216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115847229999863141</id><published>2006-09-17T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:57:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello beautiful people. Been busy lately, well, sort of. Slacked for 4 days straight. Started slacking badly since Wednesday. Joined by Dilah, Feasa, Jumat and Firhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday went Changi to eat. Part of seing the &lt;em&gt;bapoks&lt;/em&gt; too. Went there with Dilah, Feasa, Jumat and Firhan. Dilah's parents were there too, they were the ones who pelawe us to join them earlier yesterday when we were slacking under around my block at around 7 plus. Her sibs followed us to Changi too. Went there by Dilah's grandad nye lori. Dilah's parents fetched us with the lorry at 11pm sharp. Then proceeded to Changi. Syiok gila sia, with all of us teenagers sitting at the back, with the opened-air back. Cigged too. With the cooling breeze, wahhh syiok. It's been long since i last took this kind of lorry, enjoying the ride. The last time was during &lt;em&gt;zaman&lt;/em&gt; Papa. Reached there at around 12am, i think. I ate chicken cutlet. Yumm! Snap snap snap, i came home at 1am plus. Very tired and sleepy, but i did enjoy the outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i shall not elaborate more about what i did the last few days, all i did was slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i don't wanna go to S3 Camp! Can't be bothered lah. Not excited at all. I won't be going, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and her classmates will be having their pit at Aloha Loyang chalet for 2 days. I wanna go, but it's really a miss not going to school on Monday and Tuesday &lt;strong&gt;INSTEAD&lt;/strong&gt; of 3E5's camping days from Wednesday to Friday, right? Still pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be watching The Devil Wears Prada now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115847229999863141?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115847229999863141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115847229999863141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115847229999863141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115847229999863141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-beautiful-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115772802936120799</id><published>2006-09-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:35:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from sending Feasa to the bustop. Slacked with her just now, haha, had a great time with her. Earlier in the afternoon, Abg was there with us. Then along came Adeq with his bike. Cigged, and till 7.30pm, Abg and Adek left and we girls went to the shop to buy some drinks. Proceeded to slack under my block pulak. From there my niece and nephew joined us too. Haha, so cute. Feasa had lots of fun with them, especially Lala. Laughed and laughed. At 8.30pm, Feasa came to my house and we watched Sutun? Suntun? Not sure how it's spelled. Well, i can say that he's pretty in that wig. haha, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here i am. Actually was supposed to go out with Mama this to Eastpoint's Challenger earlier this afternoon to buy that cable wire but, i changed plans cause Mama's tired and she just came back from work. So Feasa happened to call and so from there i slacked with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Mama and i will be sending Bibik to the Airport. YAY! She's going home, haha, we don't really like this maid. At last, after 2yrs! &lt;em&gt;Jage tepi kain orang je. &lt;/em&gt;Was supposed to fetch the new maid tomorrow but it was postponed to Sunday. Have to attend a wedding sending the maid tomorrow. I feel malas, but i want to accompany my dear mother. Oh and didn't go to gym this morning, Auntie just came back from her flight yesterday and her legs were aching. Pity her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all. Gonna watch Little Man now. Downloaded Click and Dangerous Minds this morning. Still have not found Blood In Blood Out, i must!&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115772802936120799?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115772802936120799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115772802936120799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115772802936120799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115772802936120799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-came-back-from-sending-feasa-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115759982918261649</id><published>2006-09-07T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:55:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up. i'm posting today cause, i feel that it's somekind of "incomplete", when i changed my blogskin and that im not posting. i'm lazy, that's why. i'm not busy or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, let's get back to the topic. Something happened yesterday, saddening. It's between me and my family. Cheer up Mama, i love you. Oh and Granny, don't be sad, you won't go &lt;em&gt;anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis is going to Thailand soon, TODAY, for 2 bloody damn weeks all because of her project. Omg. Why is it that she's going to Thailand out of all any other days but now?? Especially at a hard time like this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take care of Granny. I'm gonna help Mama. Oh God, everything's changing. I have to get used to it. I'm not going to tell much cause it's something very personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to SIA Training Center's gymnasium on Tuesday. With Auntie. I can't enter without her anyway. She's working with SIA so i think she got some kind of membership there. 1 dollar entry for me. Going again tomorrow, yay! haha, it's stress-free for me. Feels good. It's the feeling like you're rejuvenated with new air in your body. Plus a healthier brain. hah. Oh and it's the chance for me to take the oppurtunity to lose some weight! yeah! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that dad of mine, still creating problems, making our life bittered, bit by bit. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Cant be bothered with him anymore, so irresponsible. What kind of dad is he lah sia??&lt;br /&gt;nvm, &lt;em&gt;bikin saket jiwa&lt;/em&gt; talking about him. Will only help me in my anger rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Oh, and im looking for an internet cable wire. Will be going to Challenger don't know when but have to. We are sick already of the computer being in the living rm, just because last 2 months, the original cable wire which is connected all the way in my room got struck by a lightning and everything went haywire. haha. So now, we're planning to buy a new longer cable wire so the computer will be back right at my room. weeehaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115759982918261649?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115759982918261649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115759982918261649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115759982918261649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115759982918261649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115745111835223463</id><published>2006-09-05T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:13:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, new blogskin, edited some of the skin parts.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered with the profile part right now. i'm making a new one, and i'll get it done soon.&lt;br /&gt;won't be posting today, &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt; it will be tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115745111835223463?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115745111835223463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115745111835223463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115745111835223463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115745111835223463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-new-blogskin-edited-some-of-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115518944954754817</id><published>2006-08-10T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:09:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELOU PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TO INFORM YOU PEOPLE THAT I WON'T BE UPDATING REGULARLY.&lt;br /&gt;AS YOU CAN SEE I'VE NOT BEEN UPDATING, DUE TO MY MOODY-NESS. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S MUCH THAT'S BEEN HAPPENING BUT SADLY I WILL UPDATE WHEN THAT MOOD COMES BACK ALIVE. NYANYANYAAS.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(bahh as if most of you read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOTS &lt;/strong&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IQAHH.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115518944954754817?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115518944954754817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115518944954754817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115518944954754817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115518944954754817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/08/helou-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115304239039190466</id><published>2006-07-16T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:42:29.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im looking for a new blogskin. but ive browsed through the website everyday already, and i cant seem to find that very special skin, that very one skin which makes my eyes stop wandering around the page, looking for the back&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;button. haiyoh nvm, don't give up. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey, Auntie's back to SG tomorrow. i miss her seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fought with Mama just now, after ngaji. Ustazah was there, so we didnt really mind someone whom we know for more than 10 years, right there with us. She advices us, always.&lt;br /&gt;and i treat her just like another granny of mine. and so, she was there to calm me down and give me some advice.&lt;br /&gt;i can say that this season is really a &lt;em&gt;"full-of-conflicts"&lt;/em&gt; one for me. ive been quarelling with Mama, with Kakak, and even some people who just piss me off. Like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; incident in sch with someone.&lt;br /&gt;haiyoh. im so depressed! seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;so much thinking. this lah, that lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how am i gonna try studying at home?&lt;br /&gt;with these 2 anak sedares of mine being at home every Mon to Fri, morning to night.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even take a peaceful nap in the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;well, seriously i dont mind lah of their presence here but, i just had enough of this. it's been going on for almost 3 months already. i dont have my full privacy, like i do always &lt;em&gt;(cause it'a a ALL-GIRLS Club here at home)&lt;/em&gt; and, sometimes it's really annoying lah. yes, i know people are in the need of help. yes, we have to help and we have no other choice but, i just cant take it anymore. i mean, how long is this gonna carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when is that man gonna put in the nafkah money? you son of a bitch, you think im really enjoying shopping and all uh? if you asshole, CAN AFFORD to marry another woman, &lt;strong&gt;CANT YOU EVEN AFFORD TO AT LEAST PROVIDE US OUR NAFKAHS? ASSHOLE. JERK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think Mama is so damn bloodyfull fucking rich is it? and it's like HELLO, mama is trying her best to support us and provide us essentially and SHE IS SCHOOLING FULL-TIME FOR A DIPLOMA ? she is trying her best upgrade herself in order to make kakak and me live a better life. and if it wasnt for you, you fucking jerk, Mama wont have to pay your fucking debts, and she wont even have to pay the now-debts she has now and it's all because of you, YOU INSENSITVE HUMAN BEING. LIAR. PENIPU HARAM. KAKI-PEREMPUAN! ughhhh. FUCK YOU LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so sorry for my vulgarities. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even control my temper that sometimes when im so mad, my migrane shots back in my head and whenever i sneeze, ill feel bloog in the deeper part of my tongue. what's happening to me? am i really, really becoming worse that even my own sister calls me a Setan?&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, part of the purpose of writing this post is actually to tell what happened yesterday, where i went, what i did, the usual stuffs that i do everyday, but, something just snatched my mood out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna continue studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115304239039190466?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115304239039190466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115304239039190466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115304239039190466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115304239039190466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-looking-for-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115292240119316375</id><published>2006-07-15T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:42:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helou helou.&lt;br /&gt;it's 7.47am. yupp, isnt it still early?&lt;br /&gt;i guess im usual with waking up every morning to go to school already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going out today later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;and LET IT be confirmed, i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;cause this is the 2nd time already and i hope it's not gonna be postponed or something.&lt;br /&gt;well, terpakse klua jugak, one of the reasons is that i still have to get my defective EZ-Link card working again and i have to go to Pasir Ris Int. to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;one of the other reasons is obviously to meet my darling gfs and have a LONG chit-chat together. i miss that crappy feelign i always have whenever im with them. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that man still havent put in money yet. bloody full.&lt;br /&gt;chilli pepers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of chilli pepers, i made my own pasta yesterday. couldnt find the Prego sauce to mix it with so, i cooked it Malay style. was in a hurry though. blah blah blah, managed to get the family to finish it. Mama said it was nice, heh. Kakak wanted more but to bad, there's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill be studying later on, after i update my blog. brought some books home to study.&lt;br /&gt;ill be waiting for Fas &amp;&amp;amp; Hadah's confirmation about today's gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY FRENCH MANICURE IS GONE! not only that, MY LONG NAILS ARE BEING CUT OF ALREADY. yes. stupid. what a fucking waste. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday druing MT period, 3 teachers, Miss Hezrina, Mrs Ho &amp;&amp;amp; Mrs Prema came to every class right after morning assembly. and they had a spotcheck on each class. i was caught!&lt;br /&gt;for my hair, my contact lenses and what the hell, my bra. while i was having a friendly chat with them they didnt notice my nails, but, Miss Hezrina did. alah babs! and that's where all those pretty paints and long nails are gone. waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and they brought along a KIT with them, where nail polish remover, nail clipper, balck hairclips &amp;&amp;amp; pins and rubberbands can all be found. wah. like shop already. so Miss Hezrina teman me to one corner to cut my nails and remove the french manicure. we had a chit-chat. she asked about my tattoo. Nasib baek tk kene. she told me to remove it properly next time oh and yes, for your info &lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt; removing my tattoo. well i did it already, 65% . yes, removing it is a million more times more painful that doing it. damn i still remember those days where it hurt so much esp. when you bathe. now, im just using a cream to get it lightened. and i hope thi scar will be gone by the time im married and have kids. i dont want them to see it. ugghhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah, that's it. oh haha, i was wearing eyeline yesterday, but they somehow didnt ask me to remove. maybe they didnt notice it. i just did a remove-job with my nails.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i continued with the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my hands are weaking already. ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115292240119316375?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115292240119316375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115292240119316375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115292240119316375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115292240119316375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/07/helou-helou.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115277743440701675</id><published>2006-07-13T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:45:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellou again. yes, ive been updating lately.&lt;br /&gt;im back in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just dowloaded MSN 8.0 quite complicating lah. but im sure it's better that the older versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's okay. Social Studies lesson with Mr Nahar was fun. always fun. but today he was so fucking funny. going on giving us the anwers in&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;SLOW MOTION. ahaha. he sounded like a cow telling us the answers, dragging the Os and the Es behind, and the part where he tried waking up the sleepy students was funnier. He sounded like a dog, having a sorethroat which he is, having. haha, he's a little gila2 today. the students awake couldnt stop laughing, esp. with his eyes doing the actions also, you people know what i mean. i laughed till i had stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate POA. i hate that Mrs Wee. i just hate that look on her face when she looks at us, giving the face of &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;Will you switch off your hp right now" or&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;will you just lower down your noise level"&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; those cheeks of hers were terribly asking for slaps. heh. serious uh.&lt;br /&gt;and a classmate of mine really fucking pissed me. How sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really, really wanna go out with Dilah and the girls tmr but i just dont have money right now. im terribly broke.&lt;br /&gt;and i really,really wanna go out with my darlings Fas and Hadah this Sat but, MONEY BABE ?&lt;br /&gt;well i did have anyway, ive been saving it up actually, just for the so called special gathering with my old girlfriends, BUT last Sat, i lended Kakak all my money and was supposedly to be returned last Sunday. yeah, fucking right. now where's my money? well i dont mind lah lending her actually but, ive been saving it up for this special gathering and one more thing, i dont want this special gathering to be &lt;strong&gt;POSTPONED AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; just like last week! and yes, heh, i dont enjoy going out with no money. err. somehow. it's like, the feeling of "shiver me timbers" is not there, right within me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyah.&lt;br /&gt;that fucking man also did not give our duit nafkah. and it's been 2 months already people.&lt;br /&gt;well, he broke the record recently by not giving for more that 6 months. and even though he still owes us the nafkah money, he still can carry on his irresponsible habit. yes, i think he turned it into a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HABIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, Auntie's in LA.&lt;br /&gt;i kirim her some things, not forgetting this Bath &amp;&amp;amp; Body Works body splash which ive been using since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;well it's fun changing the types of smells.&lt;br /&gt;Mama told me that SG just opened a first Bath &amp;&amp;amp; Body Works shop in SG. im not sure if there really is a shop somewhere here in SG. one of my other aunties did say that she saw one somehwere~~~ i can remember where. i hope that there IS a B &amp;&amp;amp; B shop here in SG cause i can lessen my so called burden here. ahaha. whatever lah. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. Shazzie's calling and ill be off.&lt;br /&gt;toodles !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115277743440701675?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115277743440701675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115277743440701675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115277743440701675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115277743440701675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/07/hellou-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115269216020109536</id><published>2006-07-12T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:22:01.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im dead bored.&lt;br /&gt;fortunately im back to sch tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, im sorry Friends, for not accepting your friend requests at Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;well i could, but hah, i canceled my Friendster account just recently.&lt;br /&gt;stop asking why okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i dont have a Friendster account, i bet ill be sort of focusing more to blogspot and MSN.&lt;br /&gt;haaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a brand new set of French manicure.&lt;br /&gt;well err, what happened to the old set was that&lt;br /&gt;- i was to deep in the think and without realising, i was scrapping them out one by one with my other nails very slowly. tempted uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that whenever Mr Nahar reminded the pupils not use the hp, in my mind was &lt;em&gt;"Oh, i wont do it. who would be stupid enough esp it's a 400++ dollar brand new hp?"&lt;/em&gt; and haha, serve me right my hp got confiscated by him last week. it was nice of him to return it to me at the end of the sch hours. at least he's not like some other teachers who keeps delaying the and delaying.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, recently he warned us about having tobacco products on us and again in my mind was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It could happen to anyone, it could happen to me, but nahh, i wont kena unless im careful enough."&lt;/em&gt; and yes, by luck i did.&lt;br /&gt;it's just because of a lighter and yes, yes, yes it's still part of the category under "Tobacco Products" aye? well, which cigarette doesnt need a lighter to light it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and does anyone have this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- NOW THAT I CAN SEE BY COUPLE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im not wrong they are a SG band.&lt;br /&gt;the song's damn nice. im downloading it at Ares but it's just too bloody damn slow than usual cause there's liek only one person here that have it? and what do i expect, it's a made in SG song anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, there's a Mummy cat and her little kitty outside. the kitty's meow-wing.&lt;br /&gt;aww, so cute. i wonder if she's hungry. maybe ill ask granny to feed her with some rice or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im gonna continue reading my darling book now.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the 13th book of The Series Of Unfortunate Events to officially be out.&lt;br /&gt;illl be waiting!&lt;br /&gt;try reading this book people, damn it's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115269216020109536?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115269216020109536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115269216020109536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115269216020109536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115269216020109536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-dead-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115260053505130167</id><published>2006-07-11T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:47:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell nuts im suspended.&lt;br /&gt;for what? well, it was just because of a a fucking lighter.&lt;br /&gt;haha yes, my fault. i was playing with it on Dilah and soon, Dilah's prank about Mr Nahar was passing by came fucking true.&lt;br /&gt;haha, Dilah instinct bagus. haha baek. mulut masin seh. panjang umor Mr Nahar.&lt;br /&gt;and haha here i am, at home.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be coming to school till Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nahar confiscated my lighter and told me to wait at the general office while he settle some things.&lt;br /&gt;haha, he came down later mimicking a &lt;em&gt;"wanna kena box"&lt;/em&gt; hand. i just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i did not have any tobacco products on me just now. well, not even at home.&lt;br /&gt;it's been long since i last smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small friendly talk with Mr Tan and yes, im so glad that i had the opportunity of asking Mr Tan of my case. the one which im so mad about, the one where i was accused of what i did not do.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan called Mama. Mama didnt say much. she's had enough of confiscating my box of cigarettes. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay, i saw one particular sec 5N group of girls which i despise a lot and the look on their faces of seeing me in the office just decreased 1 level of my mood. damn it dropped totally. and, there's this JAWS BOY from 3T and he gave a serve you right laugh with his fuckign &lt;strong&gt;JAWS&lt;/strong&gt; TEETH smiling like he was the most cutest boy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POOI UH !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have always fucking hated you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you TAK SEDAR DIRI JAWS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR FIRST BEFORE YOU JUDGE OTHERS LAH !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and my mood level dropped for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, in the bus, something happened. i wont tell much.&lt;br /&gt;just that i hate that fuckign big-haired malay uncle with his old-fashioned sunglasses. and damn he dropped my mood level and it's the 3rd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU INSENSITIVE PEOPLE THAT IVE ENCOUNTERED TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch a movie with Auntie and Mama.&lt;br /&gt;watched Mistress Of Spices. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;magically romantic i should say.&lt;br /&gt;quite stylish. ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie bought me some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU AUNTIE.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarrled with Mama just because of bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and again i got jolly well accused again by Mama, for what i didnt do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this time is the most depressing time ive ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;err no, &lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt; of the most depressing time iver ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;so many many problems.&lt;br /&gt;so much thinking.&lt;br /&gt;oh good, my migrane is already coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115260053505130167?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115260053505130167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115260053505130167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115260053505130167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115260053505130167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/07/hell-nuts-im-suspended.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115242593050421857</id><published>2006-07-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:48:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELOUU =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, lame kan tk update? terok.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, ive got lots n lots of stories to share but, nah, im willing to tell some only.&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling very, very fucking unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SOMEBODY TRYING TO FUCKING FRAME ME AYE?&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKEN IDENTITY I WANNA CALL IT? NO WAY, FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;just came back from this particular police station an hour ago. im not naming which PS.&lt;br /&gt;one IO called me on Friday night, asking me to meet him today.&lt;br /&gt;okay, the story is long, and there's no way im telling people i dont trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU FUCKNG WASABI, WHY ME?&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING BETTER TO DO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRAME PEOPLE? WHAT'S YOU BOOLIE MOTIVE ANYWAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND HEY SCHOOLMATES, BEFORE YOU WANNA ACCUSE ME OF DOING SOMETHING YNG TK BERMANFAAT GO LEARN YOUR MANNERS LAH. WHY GO TO THE POLICE WITHOUT INVESTIGATING FURTHER? DONT HAVE THE DECENCY TO COME UP TO ME PERSONALLY AND ASK IS IT? IM SORRY TO SAY THIS BUT, YOU BOTH ARE OLDER THAN ME, CANT EVEN THINK BETTER UH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASABI BABATS KAIN LIPAT BANANAS PISANG PAPAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY LAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im trying my best to look for you number right now, TO CLARIFY EVERYTHING AND PROVE MY FUCKING INNOCENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER EVERY MORNING AT THE BUSTOP YOU MUM STARES AT ME LIKE PAPAYAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINE.&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GONNA GET THIS SETTLED ONCE &amp;&amp;amp; FOR ALL, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115242593050421857?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115242593050421857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115242593050421857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115242593050421857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115242593050421857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/07/helouu-yes-lame-kan-tk-update-terok.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-115054855703024032</id><published>2006-06-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:49:45.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helou all. yes it's been long since i last update.&lt;br /&gt;ive been very lazy. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; not much's happening nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma is off to Indonesia for a week. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;it's already genap one week today.&lt;br /&gt;will be fetching her at the airport around 3pm tomorrow. gonna drop by at Tamp Mall with mama first to look for some ink catridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand what's with me nowadays. really.&lt;br /&gt;ive been having mood swings &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i will just have the tendency to throw some big books all over at the walls. pathetic. that fucker still have not put in nafkah money till now. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; it's like he owes BIG MONEY. asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, he's OFFICIALLY MARRIED what to this Indon woman. unlucky woman. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;pity pity pity. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;yes, by the way im writing i bet you can see something not siuman in me.&lt;br /&gt;put in money you damn asshole. forgive me for my vulgarities, blame my condition.&lt;br /&gt;you think my mother prints money in this house ? that we have a BIG FUCKING TREE THAT GROWS MONEY ? your head lah. shame on you. it's really disappointing to have a father like you. i hope you get that pissed off SMS&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of mine, asshole, &lt;strong&gt;LIAR&lt;/strong&gt;, WHATEVER. okay why am i so agitiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh dejavu. writing the earlier part of the sentence is very, very familiar to me. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; yes, WHY lah i just keep dreaming of the old&lt;strong&gt; HIM*&lt;/strong&gt; so suddenly, well i mean it's been so damn long since i last dreamt of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; why WHY lah i will be ALWAYS falling from either a hill or a slope in my dreams nowadays ?&lt;br /&gt;am i so troubled or something ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; yes im just in love with him* but -&lt;br /&gt;im just not sure if he STILL feels the same way as i do.&lt;br /&gt;but, -&lt;br /&gt;alah dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. very.&lt;br /&gt;reading Xiaxue's blog is part of enjoying my holidays. so many hot stories.&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont REALLY enjoy this June Holiday. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; school's out soon.&lt;br /&gt;oh darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent most of my time watching movies that i downloaded at Ares.&lt;br /&gt;ive watched Stay Alive - that thriller about these group of students who plays this Stay Alive game &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;that if you die in that game, you will die exactly the same way you die in real life. you just have to wait for that Blood Countess to come to you. quite creepy. well, it will be out in theatres next month on the 2oth people. so, hehe, if you dont want to promote illegal downloads, just have some patience till bext month. i wonder JB come out already anot the movie. alah. there the black market CDs what. erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; The Omen which i watched at Ochard Cineleisure, ermm no comments. didnt expect the ending. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; bynk gerammm !!! ive been told my my relatives that back in the olden days there's The Omen part 1 &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; 2. so i wont be surprised if The Omen 2 is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, im eyeing on The Lake House. yeah but im fat-hopping with it. very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. mood swing's on the way.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost full to the brim of my throat now.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. selenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOODLES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-115054855703024032?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/115054855703024032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=115054855703024032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115054855703024032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/115054855703024032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/06/helou-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114951105999803735</id><published>2006-06-05T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:50:51.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu folks .&lt;br /&gt;yes it's been long since i last update .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been very busy, (as if) &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave the computer problem, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; it gave me more problems, alah whatever the matter lah .&lt;br /&gt;now it's like a brand new computer, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to me all documents including all &lt;strong&gt;1500++&lt;/strong&gt; songs are gone . weehaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt turn up for oral . omg omg omg . rabak .&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to - but i wasnt aware of it . alamak why lah Heng never remind me .&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, my fault .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why lah somethimes we yearn for sch holidays when we are fucking schooling &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;when your dreams come true, you will be yearning for the the school, the class . okay, maybe we hate school because of attire, exams, and my favourite detest of all, waking up early every morning every weekday, kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to TM yesterday to buy that W810i .&lt;br /&gt;went here &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; there to sell my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Moto E398 first . peh leceh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; susah .&lt;br /&gt;then went to TM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- thank you mommeh, i love you .&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the endurance you had on me &amp;&amp;amp; thank you for buying me this - for failing my exams .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; yes, you are a crazy mother . really .&lt;br /&gt;i agree that, youre a crazy mother who truly loves her daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really having fun with this phone .&lt;br /&gt;very cooleh .&lt;br /&gt;haha . i love the camera so much ! almost like a digicam . haha &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; such a pity i spoiled kakak's digicam . entah eh, i dont know if it's really me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going to Ochard in the evening to watch The Omen with mommeh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; sis .&lt;br /&gt;sis booked the tickets online a few days ago . will be watching the &lt;strong&gt;7.15pm&lt;/strong&gt; one i think .&lt;br /&gt;cant wait . it's strange that there's &lt;strong&gt;666 &lt;/strong&gt;in it .&lt;br /&gt;i remember the Life newspaper saying something about it&lt;br /&gt;- blah blah blah is clear .&lt;br /&gt;- blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;- on the &lt;strong&gt;6th&lt;/strong&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;- on the &lt;strong&gt;6th&lt;/strong&gt; month&lt;br /&gt;- in the year &lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- his day will come .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesti ader bynk budak metal eh pat cinema nanti ? town lagek .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;haha, the movie will be first shown on&lt;strong&gt; 6&lt;/strong&gt; June this year sommore . tomorrow lah .&lt;br /&gt;wahh creepy sia . eleh .&lt;br /&gt;cant wait .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh yeyy yeh, ade Hikmah narie . weeee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah, due to the corruption of the internet &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; all,&lt;br /&gt;i would like to send this message to all hate-taggers . especially the ones who attacked my blog last week .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- to those hero hate taggers who "dares" leave critisism here but haha, such a pity, they are fucking typical cowards who dont dare leave their names . so sad .&lt;br /&gt;nobody's perfect lah eh . you people bust around people's blog, and your job, critisism lah whatever lah . eh cerminkan diri sendiri dulu uh sblom mengate orng . mak bapak kau tk ajar pe sia .&lt;br /&gt;damn pathetic siak .&lt;br /&gt;btw thanks lah eh kau drop by &amp;&amp;amp; ambik kesempatan untuk mengutuk . xie xie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update tomorrow . hopefully .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114951105999803735?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114951105999803735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114951105999803735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114951105999803735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114951105999803735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/06/helouu-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114845543881123046</id><published>2006-05-24T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:23:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt attend sch today .&lt;br /&gt;overslept, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i was very, very tired even though i slept early yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; since Nahar's back, Heng caught me for coloured hair .&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did spray it dark brown ( a friend always does it for me ) but i did it at home myself .&lt;br /&gt;some parts was amiss . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i didnt have time to go to the toilet in before mornng assembly like i always do cause i went to the office to enquiry about my &lt;strong&gt;IC &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; all .&lt;br /&gt;then apelagi, kena caught lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; then this idiotic teacher, ( you girls jolly well know her, one of the Queen Of All Attire Checking&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;) checked my attire &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; asked me to remove this &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; that . blood up seh . so she told me to leave my bags at the foyer while i go to the toilet to do as she said . haha, i cabot halfway . acutally i, Tengku &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Lucas with the rest of some other guys wanted to cabot earlier but there was one teacher who saw us . i dont know his name . but, i did manage to cabot alone later . i saw a dearest x-classmate of mine who's a prefect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i told her to take my bags for me at the foyer while i wait for her in the sch compound . haha my plan worked . got to escape finally .  didnt attend Malay lesson . stayed in the toilet for the rest of the remaining minutes . oh, cekgu - ermm dont know how to spell her name is&lt;br /&gt;replacing Mdm Hasrita who's on maternity leave .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt; after that . the gerls &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i watched the boys play soccer in the Indoor Basketball Court .&lt;br /&gt;haha, the way some of them played was like advance ballerinas swaying around .&lt;br /&gt;then had recess . collected my &lt;strong&gt;IC&lt;/strong&gt; with Ifa &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Leyna .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after recess, the whole class went to Old Folks home &lt;strong&gt;( Salvation Army )&lt;/strong&gt; at Changi yesterday . the old people are &lt;strong&gt;SO BLOODY DAMN CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; there was one granny who would groan &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; moan just like in &lt;strong&gt;Dawn Of The Dead 's zombies&lt;/strong&gt; every &lt;strong&gt;20 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; then . hahahaha . it made it hard for me to concentrate and focus on my work . even when im listening to the in-charge there . ahaha .&lt;br /&gt;the granny did keep quiet finally . i think it's due to lunch time at that time . haha . so super cute sia they all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; yey, Shazzie is back .&lt;br /&gt;was on the phone with her just a few minutes ago .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .&lt;br /&gt;im super bored right now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna go shopping, mommeh puhlease !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114845543881123046?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114845543881123046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114845543881123046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114845543881123046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114845543881123046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/didnt-attend-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114829719891207139</id><published>2006-05-22T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:26:38.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, &lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; post of the day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng called in the afternoon just now .&lt;br /&gt;he asked me why i didnt attend school &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; all .&lt;br /&gt;he told me that meeting the &lt;strong&gt;Vice Principle&lt;/strong&gt; is a possibility for .&lt;br /&gt;okay . good at least . i wanna have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; talk with the &lt;strong&gt;VP&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;just need to be in proper attire tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;aha, yes im comming tomorrow of course . my &lt;strong&gt;IC&lt;/strong&gt; bebeh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak busu came &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; she brought along a bag full, full of ice-creams .&lt;br /&gt;bad idea auntie . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss crapping with Shazzie .&lt;br /&gt;she's having a school camp, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; that i can get in touch with her back this Wednesday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .&lt;br /&gt;dinner time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114829719891207139?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114829719891207139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114829719891207139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114829719891207139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114829719891207139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-2nd-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114826930858706645</id><published>2006-05-22T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:19:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu all .&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to Pulau Ubin today .&lt;br /&gt;apelagi, pure malas jugak . no mood lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, smlm went to baby haris abbas's cukor rambut ceremony .&lt;br /&gt;he was even cuter now . a handsome-to-be guy . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;the food there was very yummy . yum yum . triple yum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; the place there was &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; crowded .&lt;br /&gt;took &lt;strong&gt;67&lt;/strong&gt; to proceed there actually, but kakak was waiting at west for a long time already that she even fell asleep so mommeh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; me alighted the bus halfway near Tekka Mall there &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; flagged a cab to complete our journey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im taking care of Taufiq&lt;strong&gt; &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Lala as usual .&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why lah kids cant get their hands off the keyboards .&lt;br /&gt;first time nmpk kot . ahaks . alah, maklumlah, budak2 katekan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; hell yeah bebeh, babay Farihah &lt;strong&gt;IS COMING !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPEFULLY .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see babe Farihah . damn she is cuter now . with her Spongebob teeth .&lt;br /&gt;awww .&lt;br /&gt;ill try post the latest pic of her, that if she's really coming today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, kids with itchy fingers attacking the keyboard .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114826930858706645?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114826930858706645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114826930858706645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114826930858706645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114826930858706645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/helouu-all_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114818826379000117</id><published>2006-05-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T13:11:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu all .&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, it's gonna rain soon ,&lt;br /&gt;oh, tengah hujan gerimis pun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru habis ngaji .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out later with mommeh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; kakak in the afternoon .&lt;br /&gt;now mommeh's off to her friend punya anak punya wedding .&lt;br /&gt;waiting for both kakak &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; mommeh to balik so i can get ready &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; all then we can proceed to west together .&lt;br /&gt;tengok baby abbas cukor rambut .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alah boring . nothing to update actully .&lt;br /&gt;will update tonight, hopefully .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114818826379000117?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114818826379000117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114818826379000117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114818826379000117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114818826379000117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/helouu-all_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114813364248717254</id><published>2006-05-20T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:32:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when will papa put in money ? he's fucking irritating siak .&lt;br /&gt;penipu nak mampos .&lt;br /&gt;pakai name &lt;em&gt;Allah &lt;/em&gt;lagi nk masokkn duit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HES SO A FOREVER PENIPU .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .&lt;br /&gt;ive decided on a change of attitude with studies .&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to talk about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; yes, at last, a very own &lt;strong&gt;IC &lt;/strong&gt;of mine soon this coming Monday .&lt;br /&gt;finally, i can watch Da Vinci Code . hehe, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; any &lt;strong&gt;NC16&lt;/strong&gt; movies .&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been having sleepless nights these days ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; it all depends on my mood whether i can i sleep early or not .&lt;br /&gt;slept at &lt;strong&gt;4++&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning yesterday . as usual, tv was my company .&lt;br /&gt;im so used to sleeping late &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;i wonder how lah i can wake up automatically at &lt;strong&gt;5.15am&lt;/strong&gt; without the alarm clock when school's out again next Monday ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Monday skolah . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; im planning not to go . maybe i am, maybe im not .&lt;br /&gt;cause Monday the trial for cik nasser's case is final on that day in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;i wanna go !&lt;br /&gt;but i still wonder how my results' like .&lt;br /&gt;dunnolah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i wonder why why why lah families are breaking up in the world, especially my whole lot of family tree ?&lt;br /&gt;okay . fullstop to this topic .&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to continue .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love .&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am .&lt;br /&gt;but due to my ego, my malu-maluness, my &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; negative thoughts, im such an ass to keep on waiting &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;waiting &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; not let it out .&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;sampai bile ?&lt;br /&gt;sampai org laen dah ambik ? haha .&lt;br /&gt;love is so, &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; complicating .&lt;br /&gt;when one loves two &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; both one loves, who will one choose ?&lt;br /&gt;what if one of the twos just dont feel the same as one feels anymore ?&lt;br /&gt;what if one is just dreaming or fat-hopping ?&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's so broken english .&lt;br /&gt;nonsense lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alah . besok ngaji .&lt;br /&gt;naseb baek ngh &lt;em&gt;red line&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;nyehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shopping !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114813364248717254?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114813364248717254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114813364248717254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114813364248717254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114813364248717254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-will-papa-put-in-money-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114796203026658015</id><published>2006-05-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:41:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay hellou .&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to sch today . again, i was &lt;strong&gt;PURE MALAS .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i cant sleep yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at &lt;strong&gt;5++&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning . as usual, watched tv . i kept changing channels .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; kakak was &lt;strong&gt;SO DAMN FUNNY .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, kakak is someone who mengigaus &lt;strong&gt;EASILY .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, she did mengigau yesterday she mumbled things like &lt;strong&gt;" Okay Aishah, i know i know, she took your thing . okay ? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was at &lt;strong&gt;3am&lt;/strong&gt; i think . yeah around there .&lt;br /&gt;i was still hyperactive at that time with my eyes that's still wide open .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; then, &lt;strong&gt;4.45am&lt;/strong&gt; around there, i was watching &lt;strong&gt;MTV &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; at that time it was playing the video&lt;br /&gt;of this particular love song &lt;strong&gt;" Careless Whisper - George Michael "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing happened &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY DURING THE SAXAPHONE CHORUS PLAYING &amp;&amp;amp; kakak tetibe woke up SWAYING HER HANDS AND BODY WITH HER &lt;em&gt;SELENGE POTNG STIM&lt;/em&gt; FACE AS IF SHE WAS A HAWAIIAN DANCER . HAHAHAHAHAHA .&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you i laughed like fuck that i was the alarm clock for mommeh . hahahaha . then she went to the toilet . blah blah blah, she went back to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;i was still laughing, haha . damn funny . mommeh came out with a towel on her shoulder, her selenge tired face, scratching her head &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; walking mcm tak tentu arah &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; said&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;AN ACCIDENTAL DINOSAUR VOICE ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" eh korang party pe ? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKAKAKAKA &lt;/strong&gt;. hahahah . funny lah . adoii ..&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i did manage to fall asleep after laughing non-stop &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; mumbling stories to kakak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, went to Havelock Rd this afternoon to accompany mak busu &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; cik nasser jumpe lawyer psl satu hal . not bad . haha mommeh who came later said i looked loike a secretary with my black coat, sitting at the &lt;strong&gt;" boss-like chair "&lt;/strong&gt; when she entered the conference room . haha .&lt;br /&gt;went to People's Park for a while . walk walk walk then had dinner at the coffee shop a stone throw away from the Supreme &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Juvenile Court . blah blah blah, came back to the lawyer's office &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; went home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here i am .&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think im not going to school tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;ive been sleeping so late nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;since that Jin was said to try &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" enter "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my body .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* shrugs *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna find out bout my results though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i heard Nahar's back .&lt;br /&gt;oh dead meat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114796203026658015?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114796203026658015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114796203026658015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114796203026658015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114796203026658015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-hellou.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114775547627831867</id><published>2006-05-16T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:15:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu everybody .&lt;br /&gt;haha paiseh sia iqahh . tak skolah seh narie actually . haha .&lt;br /&gt;i thought schooling sia today .&lt;br /&gt;marking day actually . till tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;okay that's gonna be fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt sleep yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, seriously .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; my darling &lt;strong&gt;MTV&lt;/strong&gt; was my friend all the way through the wee hours .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;, believe it or not, i kena disturbed by this particular &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" thing "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;serious sia . kak nana dont believe me . i dont think mommeh will believe me .&lt;br /&gt;well it happened like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching &lt;strong&gt;DIA&lt;/strong&gt;, i went to the kitchen to get a drink . i tried switching on the lights in the kitchen but it didnt work . i then remembered that the kitchen peh lights rosak . you must wait for quite a while then it will slowly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" glow " &lt;/em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;light on . so i cant be bothered waiting till the lights are on so i switched it off back lah .&lt;br /&gt;okay then, i went to my room . with the lights on this time . this time everyone in the household are fast asleep snoring away . i was the only one not asleep . i tried msging Shazzie but after that i also kenot slp . i looked at my compact powder's mirror, for quite a long, long time . i dont know why but i just felt like too . nothing better to do . haha, could be vanity . i played with my studs, my whatever studs . it was then the feeling of fear started growing in my heart . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i know that my type of person is that, whenever im in a room alone or something &amp;&amp;amp; whenever my goosebumps come or i get the feeling of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" syiok sendiri takot "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i will right away make a move from that very room &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; will get together with my family or something .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made a move, &amp;&amp;amp; right before i step out of the door, i fucking swear that &lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING HELD ME BACK FROM BEHIND . I FUCKING SWEAR SIA . &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i was held back, stuck in the position i was at &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; my body felt fucking hot but it went away after a few seconds . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; my brain was telling my eyes to look for anything amiss or any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" strange things "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happening around . then, my eyes went to the kitchen . well, the kitchen is a few metres away opposite my room door . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; guess what, i saw the lights blinking &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; all . damn, the feeling of fear grew badly &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i ran outside to my sis who was fast asleep in the living room . i woke her up, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; for a &lt;strong&gt;SLEEPING BEUTY &lt;/strong&gt;like her it was fucking hard . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i cried . ahaks . just like a small kid waking up her loved ones after hearing a great lighting strike . seriously, i was so scared . if you were me seriously, you'll feel like crying too . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i did &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;wet my pants okay . haha . okay, sis woke up&lt;strong&gt; &amp;&amp;amp; i&lt;/strong&gt; told her what happened but she say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" dont imagine things iqahh there's nothing "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i insisted &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; this time she told me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" you dont have to be scared of this things you have to be scared of Allah " .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then checked the kitchen lights . they are off . but i swear i saw them on . to get a closer look,&lt;br /&gt;i checked the buttons . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;yes the button to that very light is off . it &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; off . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i remembered it's originally off &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; im the last one who touched that very switch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine . i did calm down, slowly . luckily i did not wake the whole household up . naseb baek i never melalak kuat2 mcm budak kecik . you know, just a silent cry . alah you know . kak nana told me to read some prayers but, i cant read those strongs one cause im having menses people, menses . habes .&lt;br /&gt;so i read the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; " smaller "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ones .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; that's when i watched&lt;strong&gt; MTV&lt;/strong&gt; till &lt;strong&gt;3++,&lt;/strong&gt; when i fell asleep . wah it was tough .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke at around &lt;strong&gt;5++&lt;/strong&gt; by sis's alarm clock &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; the smell of a familiar perfume, haha not that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" kakak "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or whatever lah but this time mommeh, going to school . i then remembered that i have to go to school . haha but i was pure malas . i was so tired due to sleeping late . so i just made an excuse to standby in case mommeh asks why im not going to school . but haha, miracle-ly, the so called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" miracle-ly ",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mommeh tak tanye . hahaha . so i carried on to&lt;em&gt; paradise .&lt;/em&gt; ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke at &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; plus by sis, Taufiq &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Lala who just reached my house, entering my room .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah . what an experience . never before i felt that type of fear in my whole &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; years of life .&lt;br /&gt;except the experience when i was in pri &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; or was in kindergarten where i stayed in a resort at Desaru where the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" kakak "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kept scratching our small kampung resort's roof int he middle of the night . everyone could not sleep sia . but i was kid then so it was nothing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; not forgetting that i saw this slimy cincau-like&lt;strong&gt; &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; stepped &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; crushed on like &lt;strong&gt;" thing "&lt;/strong&gt; which again, ive never seen for my whole life, behind my room door . i thought it was paper or whatever the kids ate and threw but when i turned to look again after about &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; seconds, it was not there anymore . i tried looking for it here &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; there at that particular area but, nothing lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay what ?&lt;br /&gt;am i imagining things or what ?&lt;br /&gt;or is it that Jin who made a visit to my house a few days ago ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna find out either .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah . kemungkinan papa will masokkan duit nafkah narie .&lt;br /&gt;hopefully lah eh . maybe going out with mommeh tonight to look for new tops &amp;&amp;amp; pants .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i hope can lah . mommeh puhlease .&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;more days to a very own&lt;strong&gt; IC&lt;/strong&gt; of mine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; another &lt;strong&gt;14 &lt;/strong&gt;days to &lt;strong&gt;W810i &lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no fat hopes again, puhlease mommeh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay time to take care of the kids .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114775547627831867?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114775547627831867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114775547627831867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114775547627831867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114775547627831867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/helouu-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114769723922470731</id><published>2006-05-15T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:21:09.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu . okay, &lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; time im posting today .&lt;br /&gt;yessaa . today got &lt;strong&gt;Dia &lt;/strong&gt;. i know the ending already, haha but nevermind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . i became a &lt;strong&gt;NANNY&lt;/strong&gt; for almost the whole day today .&lt;br /&gt;i took care of those anak sedares of mine .&lt;br /&gt;i played with them, had fun with them while feeding them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; made their beloved bestfriend &lt;em&gt;( botol susu )&lt;/em&gt; for them .&lt;br /&gt;they are so naughty, but yet so, so adorable .&lt;br /&gt;quite tiring . boleh lah .&lt;br /&gt;oohh-wwee . a great experience .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok schooling !!! ugghhs .&lt;br /&gt;i hate i hate i hate .&lt;br /&gt;just being prepared for my results .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow feel happier today .&lt;br /&gt;someone's just starting to brighten up my days again .&lt;br /&gt;okay everyone .&lt;br /&gt;ive got no more to post .&lt;br /&gt;id rather seal some of my personal stuffs right in my heart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114769723922470731?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114769723922470731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114769723922470731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114769723922470731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114769723922470731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/helouu.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114767427711948605</id><published>2006-05-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:54:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu all .&lt;br /&gt;woke up at &lt;strong&gt;1pm&lt;/strong&gt; today . it was a &lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt; sleep i had .&lt;br /&gt;mimpi aman sehh . hahaha&lt;br /&gt;took breakfast, layan my anak sedares ( Taufiq &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;Lala )&lt;br /&gt;haha im so busy layaning them .&lt;br /&gt;now as usual, on the phone with my dear Shazzie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a pain in the arse . it sucks .&lt;br /&gt;ade mcm constipation gitu . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;oops . mind me if it's not apropiate or something telling all this . hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; it's the first day of red line .&lt;br /&gt;called mommeh to ask if anything is wrong with me or what but she never answer, apelagi &lt;em&gt;Nerd tengah having a lecture lah tu&lt;/em&gt; . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;the menses crap suck dearly . oh what fuck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today no paper for me . wehee . im enjoying .&lt;br /&gt;alah, tomorrow schooling . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; it's the starting of &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL LESSONS .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn .&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;strong&gt;SG&lt;/strong&gt; so hot nowadays ? raining also salah timing .&lt;br /&gt;okay im bored .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah good, now see .&lt;br /&gt;im off now, the kids are disturbing my peace in blogging .&lt;br /&gt;kesian aku . kesian keyboard .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya Allah .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114767427711948605?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114767427711948605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114767427711948605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114767427711948605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114767427711948605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/helouu-all_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114761886867588645</id><published>2006-05-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:01:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dear . &lt;strong&gt;PMS&lt;/strong&gt; people, &lt;strong&gt;PMS &lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im attacked by this mad syndrome .&lt;br /&gt;i feel sucky nowadays . i tend to eat a lot nowadays too . that sucks !&lt;br /&gt;ughh . can somebody like slap me in the face till my face swells up or bang my head continuously against the wall till i get sick of eating ?? or something ?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i spouting . yeah, mommeh puhlease ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; papa puhlease, puhlease, puhlease put in money&lt;strong&gt; &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; stop being &lt;strong&gt;A BIG FAT LIAR &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A PAIN IN THE ARSE ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; IM PREPARED, FULLY PREPARED&lt;/strong&gt; to see the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL FAIL FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my results slip .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; TO THE FUCKING PENCURI WHO STOLE MY SLIPPERS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANT YOU EVEN AFFORD TO BUY ONE WHICH IS AN IMITATION OF MY SLIPPER'S DESIGN WHICH YOU CAN FIND AT THE FLEE MARKETS ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURSE YOU LAH .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; told my maid to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; put the slippers &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; shoes outside of the house &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;always place them &lt;strong&gt;IN THE HOUSE &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; look, &lt;strong&gt;MAGIC LAH !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhs . ive been so very the patient with her for all &lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt; months . haiyah . mentang2 mau balik, mcm2 lah die buat . makin mommeh diam maken naek lemak lah die . dahlah semacam perangai . ughh . whatever lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so stressed . im so pissed . everything suck .&lt;br /&gt;how fucked up's all that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss doing a lot of things i use to do last time . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now everything's changed .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss a lot of things .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss a lot of people .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i miss crapping &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; chattin to a dear friend of mine, Sallyman or mostly known as Man on &lt;strong&gt;MSN .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114761886867588645?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114761886867588645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114761886867588645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114761886867588645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114761886867588645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114744746322114493</id><published>2006-05-12T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T16:03:15.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been lazy to update lately . who the hell reads anyway . well, a lot happened these few days .&lt;br /&gt;ill relate all in different days of post .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really . mommeh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; the rest of my other family members will be off to a wedding in Kota Tinggi tomorrow . they wont be coming back so soon cause they'll spend a night at this particular resort in Desaru on Sat, then they will proceed to the wedding ceremony on Sun . mosquitos are attacking my house ! ughhs . can't the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in-charge(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do something ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my famliy slept very, very late . there's this kind of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" exorcism "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done in my house . a small part of it, somesort . well, the story is very long, but all i could relate is this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a cousin who is married with &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; kids . his house in Punggol was originally occupied with a Jin Kafir right before they move in &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; years ago, if im not wrong . so, i got to know that the eldest child of his has some stong part of that Jin in her, you know .. well, we are not that close to him so we dont really quite know all that has been happening in his home &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; it was when - last few days, he started coming to my house &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; all along with his &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; other younger kids except f0r the first one . so, there's this neighbour of mine who's a blessed man &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; a devoted muslim . he does the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" exorcism "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all . free, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; he said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" It's God's job to fulfill your hopes &amp;&amp;amp; wishes &amp;&amp;amp; it's me who sends the message to him &amp;&amp;amp; im here to help you . "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; something like that lah . well, he helps . so the exorcism was due to start at &lt;strong&gt;11.30pm&lt;/strong&gt; sharp at my cousin's house in Punggol . meanwhile, he leaves his &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;other younger kids at my house for us to take care of for the meantime . while the eldest one stays at the Punggol house with her mum &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; her dad of course . they are gonna use the eldest one as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" bait "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to contact with the Jin . well, familiar right ? &lt;strong&gt;JUST LIKE THE BRUNEI POSSESION .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well things started normally in Tampines . my house was quiet . well, i freaked out a little when i found out that the second child of my cousin, my nephew of course, was &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;TARGET&lt;/strong&gt; of that Jin . The Jin will always scare him&lt;strong&gt; &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TALK&lt;/strong&gt; to him . i was freaked out a little &amp;&amp;amp; i feared that the Jin will come here or something . &lt;strong&gt;WELL IT DID&lt;/strong&gt;, seriously .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, at &lt;strong&gt;11.55pm &lt;/strong&gt;around there, the ceremony was conducted as usual . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; of course, while the exorcism is conducted, the Jin will get angry right ?&lt;br /&gt;while at my house, the two kids were sleeping soundly . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;12am&lt;/strong&gt;, right on spot, the girl ( who's never been a target of the Jin &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; never ever contacted or disturbed with the Jin ) woke up crying . like kena trauma sia . i remembered that before she went to sleep, her itchy fingers wanted to take off the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" tanggal ? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or charm pinned on her pyjamas . she tooked it off roughly . my mommeh put it back on for her . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheeesh * &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeah, back to her crying like kena trauma like that, mommeh called Abg Wan ( her dad ) &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; told him what happened . he said that there in Punggol, the Jin was in a furious state . it's angry, very . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; he also told that Lala ( the girl ) is disturbed by the Jin . yeah, the Jin is angry . so it's like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" terase "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; jugak kan Lala yang pat Tampines . you get what i mean ? Lala's bro was still sleeping fucking soundly despite his sis being beside him &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; crying fucking loudly .&lt;br /&gt;it woke the whole household that was almost falling asleep &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; my sister &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; my maid said some prayers and read the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yassin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to calm her down . there's one thing which freaked me out fucking shit . guess what, while she was crying, &lt;strong&gt;SHE WAS PONTING AT SOMETHING AT THE WALL .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i knew what was it . damn . seram sia . obviously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know WHO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . my maid thought she was pointing milk bottle on the table near the wall or something but it's not . my maid gave it to her but still, she refused to stop crying . ishh . so Abg Wan finally made the decision to come back &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; get things done and all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile in Abg Wan's situation, ( he went to his dad's place in Simei ) that thing &lt;strong&gt;FOLLOWED HIM THERE TOO &lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;, obviously, &lt;strong&gt;TO MY HOUSE TOO .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; when Abg Wan came back to my house, that thing went straight to my sis's room, ( which is uncleaned with books and all ) &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" hid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my sis'&lt;strong&gt; Black Gorilla Bear&lt;/strong&gt; . meanwhile, i was in my room with my sister . while my maid was in my sis's room . my sister&lt;strong&gt; &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i were not asleep at that time obviously . mommeh opened my room door in a shaky manner that shooked us up . seing the expression on her face, we knew what was going on . we went outside lah . okay, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cureman"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told us that that thing went to my sis' room, as it was attracted to the dolls &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; bears in her room and that her room is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"uncleaned"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . well, my sis's a lazy bum&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, she's too busy to get things organized &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;all . hehe . oh yeah, that freaked me out too &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i was a little glad that it did not enter &lt;strong&gt;MY ROOM&lt;/strong&gt; which windows are &lt;strong&gt;WIDE OPEN&lt;/strong&gt; . pheww . Heng uh . so the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "cureman"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came to my sis room &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; halau that thing . after that, he went home &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;everything was quiet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; discuss about the matter .&lt;br /&gt;after that, we retired .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i couldnt . neither would i . well, we slept together as a whole family . it was a nice feeling . mommeh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; sis in my room, together with me while granny &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Abg Wan and Co. in the living room .&lt;br /&gt;we were shaken or somthing &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; another reason being that the fan in mommeh's room is not working . my maid slept in sis's room . ehem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine lah, everything happened on a Thursday night, a few hours after watchng Dimensi Ke-&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Seed of Chucky . haha . some connection lah . somesort lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well . things are okay now, i guess .&lt;br /&gt;mommeh's off to &lt;strong&gt;JB&lt;/strong&gt; tml &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; im a little worried . well, at least i have my maid in company . sis's too busy with school .&lt;br /&gt;im worried that thing might still be hanging aroung here at my block, or worse, my home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember how when we ask Taufik, ( the main target of the Jin ) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: " Taufik macam maner muke hantu tu ? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taufik: ( pulls his eyelids backwards &amp;&amp;amp; make a gooey face, then showing a &lt;em&gt;"nanny-nanny poo poo tease"&lt;/em&gt; , with a devilish grin oh his face . )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh . how ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah, did not sit for the &lt;strong&gt;POA &lt;/strong&gt;paper . hehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2hrs&lt;/strong&gt; seh . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; as usual, i dont know a thing . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; im not gonna spend another day of &lt;strong&gt;2hrs&lt;/strong&gt; spinning my metal ruler &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; drawing nonsense &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; all . jaja .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; obviously, Heng called mommeh . he also complained about the incident when i shouted at him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" otak lu uh botak "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha . ( classmates, you people know what im talking about )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it happened on Wed . about &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; minutes before the paper started . i cant remember what paper . i was confused about the exam format &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;timetable all . i lost the paper too . so i asked Heng about it &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; he didnt answer my question . so, i went straight to the notice board at the front in the class . being someone kecoh and all, of course i was mumbling and all. yeah, i can agree that im distracting or whatever but that bloody Heng told me infront of the whole class that i was seeking attention . what the fuck ? so i dont know, &lt;strong&gt;" &lt;em&gt;AMAZINGLY "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;CARTOON-LY "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mouth blurted out those words, &lt;strong&gt;" OTAK LU UH BOTAK "&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i went on rebelling &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; rebelling . haiyah . whatever lah . my fault lah &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i can wait after the paper end what, then i can see the timetable format . but, you know, these kind of students, esp. Atiqah . ahaks . alah, if you know Atiqah lah . heehee . mommeh tak marah sngt lah . haha . told Mak Busu &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; sis . haha . both of them showed the same reaction .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah . that's it .&lt;br /&gt;tired already . sleep sleep sleep !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114744746322114493?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114744746322114493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114744746322114493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114744746322114493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114744746322114493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-lazy-to-update-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114706659865317351</id><published>2006-05-08T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:36:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i so hate hate hate today . today fucking sucks sia .&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning i started to sweat already . ughhs .  why nowadays so hot ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate doing the Maths paper . well, what i did for the whole &lt;strong&gt;2hrs&lt;/strong&gt; was -&lt;br /&gt;drawed the mountain alleys on the first page, designed a house for myself in the future, haha, complained &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; commented about how hot was it that day &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; wrote about it on the paper ( erased all back already due to messiness ) , played with erasers pretending they are humans meeting each other, spin the metal ruler round &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; round that i disturbed Heng from his beauty sleep and last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt; . yeah right, sleep also no use . so hard sleeping, the position i was in was so uncomfortable . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; damn yes, it was still so hot ! it was funny seing Heng sleep . hahaha like a mindless zombie . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had recess, shortly after had &lt;strong&gt;POA &lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;MCQ &lt;/strong&gt;questions . okaylah, not bad, just need to use my brain . then &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; started, the fucking stomach cramps, not menses' . actually it started a few minutes before recess but i could not feel it as much as i could during &lt;strong&gt;POA&lt;/strong&gt; paper . fucking painful,&lt;strong&gt; &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i started to sweat &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; ! ughhs . &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; ALL&lt;/strong&gt; my muscles felt like moving . my whole body felt like fidgeting, &lt;strong&gt;DAMN IT SUCK&lt;/strong&gt; . i was&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;" lucky "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to endure that uncomfortable moment for &lt;strong&gt;1hr&lt;/strong&gt; . that feeling made it harder &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;harder for me to concentrate . seriously . damn, all i could do was to endure all of it, very patiently, esp. for someone impatient like me . damn damn damn .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper i straight made my way home . took a cab .&lt;br /&gt;now here i am . i still feel the cramps . they are like, the intestines inside - twitching &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; turning like entangled, big wires in my stomach . eughh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114706659865317351?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114706659865317351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114706659865317351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114706659865317351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114706659865317351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-so-hate-hate-hate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114700952314091871</id><published>2006-05-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:45:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu all . im so full . ive been eating &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; craving for Mac food nowadays . bad, bad sign iqah . hehehe . nvm, it's just a signal that im getting my menses soon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow schooling ! aiyoh . so, how am i gonna spend the &lt;strong&gt;2hr&lt;/strong&gt; Maths paper tomorrow ? sleep, sleep &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; sleep ? and there's gonna be &lt;strong&gt;POA&lt;/strong&gt; after recess . haiyoohh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ive just formatted my hp's memory card . one error in it spoils it all . so i re-formatted &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;now im transfering all the songs back in there .&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for a new hp . now i have a change of mind, im thinking about buying &lt;strong&gt;W810i &lt;/strong&gt;instead of &lt;strong&gt;W800&lt;/strong&gt;i . one's black &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;the other is white . im more to black one, which is &lt;strong&gt;W80i &lt;/strong&gt;. dunno lah . im looking for something which is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" all i need is there "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  hp .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; i cant wait for my &lt;strong&gt;IC&lt;/strong&gt; . wohooo .&lt;br /&gt;im still wondering whether i should register my sim card or use my old hp line later when i buy a new hp . that depends on mommeh too, cause im a sucker at hp bills .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . im bored . i think ill retire late tonight so that ill have an extra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" 2hr sleep "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow ? haha get it people ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114700952314091871?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114700952314091871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114700952314091871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114700952314091871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114700952314091871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/helouu-all_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114682675040222805</id><published>2006-05-05T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:05:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helouu all . just woke up an hour ago . what a nice nap i had .&lt;br /&gt;im so bored . balek2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MTV MTV MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . haiyohh .&lt;br /&gt;no nice movies at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;HBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ke ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, today there' gonna be &lt;strong&gt;Aisah 50 sen&lt;/strong&gt; . hahaha . Azean's so cute in that story . i wanna watch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Geo paper in the morning . then had Chem &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Physics after recess . i used to enjoy doing &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; making notes for Geo . but too bad all that habits have gone away .. Geo paper suck, cause i dont know a thing i was sleeping &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; looking around the classroom . Physics was&lt;strong&gt; OKAY&lt;/strong&gt; . not bad, it could have been much better if i studied . Chem was erm, tough i should say ? yalah because i never study kan . padan muke kau . thinking about retaining and all makes my hairs somesort of stand . yikes . so - memalukan diri sendiri ? or - if i thought about it all over again i would be thinking " eh i should be graduating already sia . look at all my other friends, all graduating . " oh what a miss . diedie must study hor . if i dont study, what will i gain in the end ? no gain man . nevermind . it's my best shot after the Mid-yr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was nice today . even when im during Sci . but it sucked to the john during the morning assembly . i was somehow perspiring and sweating - which i hate so much esp. in the early fresh mornings .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking about the &lt;strong&gt;2hr&lt;/strong&gt; Maths paper next Mon . dead meat . and yeah, i dont even know a single thing, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; how am i gonna spend the &lt;strong&gt;2hrs&lt;/strong&gt; " wisely " ? klu boleh bawak buku Maths kan bagus . haha . that's so merepek . then, there will be &lt;strong&gt;POA&lt;/strong&gt; summoh . shit shut shek . another &lt;strong&gt;1hr&lt;/strong&gt; i think ? oh yeah, i hope it's &lt;strong&gt;MCQ&lt;/strong&gt; questions . at least i can use my brain for awhile . hehehe .&lt;br /&gt;when is mommeh comming back . i miss her already . hehe&lt;br /&gt;okay im gonna carry on my &lt;strong&gt;MSN&lt;/strong&gt; conversation with my dear Shazzie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sayonara !&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/9385109-114682675040222805?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114682675040222805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114682675040222805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114682675040222805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114682675040222805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/helouu-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114674137098213903</id><published>2006-05-04T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:34:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tadaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a new skin, im sick of the old skin . so fast heh . hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-yr examination sucks . seriously, i hate doing the Eng paper ( which always use to be my fav ) it sucks . dont even mention it . the Mly paper was easy . feeties . had a lot of time to sleep and check my papers over and over again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want Fries . im waiting for mommeh to come home from sch . my menses must be coming that all my desires of wanting chocolates, more cold drinks and manni more unusual appetites are coming .&lt;br /&gt;im so bored . watching my darling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's pissed with lots of warnings . all gentle warnings . hehe yeah ive bought the spray and i seldom use it . gonna start using it again next week .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i had the most fearsome nightmare - i dreamt about B1 being a phantom at first, then a pochong, chasing me all over the graveyard . and there were his members - pochongs, more pochongs . and in my dream, i was still wondering why i was laughing childishly while they were chasing me . cartoon seh . hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" enjoying "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having coughs nowadays . my throat gets itchy easily in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, when i always take my usual timing of bus &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;, there will be this boy junior of our school, sec&lt;strong&gt; 1&lt;/strong&gt; student, sitting opposite me ( double deck bus ) and that he will stare at me like one kind . im not saying the " other kind of stare " or what, ( i dont know how to describe) but his stare is so fucking irritating that i go so mad and i had the urge to ask him " what the fuck are you staring at ? " but being a &lt;strong&gt;KIND,&lt;/strong&gt; kind and relaxed student in the early morning made just made me jeling at him . a long one . and the face of " there you go again .. is there just something wrong with me or what ? " ugghss .&lt;br /&gt;im lucky to have my hp to accompany me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so, so waiting to purchase &lt;strong&gt;W800i&lt;/strong&gt; by the end of May . that's when my mobile &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;-yr plan finishes . &lt;strong&gt;3250&lt;/strong&gt;'s a little out of my mind right now . cause ive seen it, touched it and all . and i cant wait for my very own &lt;strong&gt;IC&lt;/strong&gt; . can be collected in school on the &lt;strong&gt;20th&lt;/strong&gt; . yabedah beduhhh !&lt;br /&gt;heeheee &lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, what so " tergempar " news . we suspect papa is &lt;strong&gt;MARRIED&lt;/strong&gt; . secretly .&lt;br /&gt;who knows ? an aunt of mine saw him walking, holding hands with a lady wearing tudung, mid &lt;strong&gt;20s&lt;/strong&gt; ? WITH nenek . woah ! baek . well, if he &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; married he would have kept it a secret too . cause, the reason which is so clear being that when the court finds out, or most importantly &lt;strong&gt;MY MUM,&lt;/strong&gt; mommeh will have the right to raise the duit nafkah . right ? and the court will ask - if you can afford to marry, you can afford to give a higher amount of nafkah to your kids, right ? "&lt;br /&gt;mommeh kept telling me &lt;strong&gt;" congrats iqah, youve got a new mum . congrats . "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ewww .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha . dad , dad . dad .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAHAHAHA .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bahahahahahahhaa .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNBELIEVABLE .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114674137098213903?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114674137098213903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114674137098213903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114674137098213903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114674137098213903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/05/tadaa-new-skin-im-sick-of-old-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114613265072727553</id><published>2006-04-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:13:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heng caught me for my hair . tinted and coloured or something and it's like, i did not even change the colour since January ( the day i dyed it back dark brown ) . but nevermind, he gave me a chance and told me to get it done by next Monday or Tuesday .&lt;br /&gt;school was somehow gerek just now . funny lah . hahaha&lt;br /&gt;had tests but, didnt do&lt;strong&gt; ALL&lt;/strong&gt; . hehe . talk and talk was all i could do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, i managed to get my hair highlighted . yup, ive tried the Garnier's multi-lights kit and damn i loike it ! another check-on-it spotcheck next monday is bothering me, really . im thinking of buying the Gatsby dark brown spray in the meantime . i love my hair now, and i dont wanna see it go away too soo . actually i planned to use this Garnier thing during the June Holidays . but, it's hard to get and Auntie told me that it's better if you you try it now and see if it's okay . so, i also kenot tahan and all, i use lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tomorrow . yipee . sports day !&lt;br /&gt;the reason i cant wait for tomorrow is actually about wearing my class jersey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn, i love it .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, im prepared to fail badly for the Mid-Yr examinations next week . i am .&lt;br /&gt;well, i thought about it and i planned that ill give my best shot after Mid-Yr . well, it could be maybe, or - it's a must anyway . i dont know . oh dear im so fucked up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored . hmm .&lt;br /&gt;i think ill give Shazzie a call now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114613265072727553?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114613265072727553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114613265072727553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114613265072727553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114613265072727553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/heng-caught-me-for-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114604697957535427</id><published>2006-04-26T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:29:50.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school makin suck . just now Eng period got reprimanded by that fucking gay teacher . fuck . i hate the fucking way he comments on his students . arggh . i was so pissed of by that slug and my mouth blurt out the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" BIAS "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pekatly . them how good it felt . okay, we were watching this hilarious porn on one of my friend's hp and we were so tickled by the way the girl went on moaning like a monkey that we gave a good crack out of the whole classroom . apelagi, that gay went to &lt;strong&gt;ME, ME &amp; ME&lt;/strong&gt; and scolded me, bursting shit on my face . i was so pissed off and i could feel my own heart pumping and my blood rushing up, haha seriously and went on rebelling at him . ugh damn you gay . watched The Maid during CME in the EL Rm . syiok . raining summoh . went home straight after that, shared a cab again with Lucas . it was so wet that when me &amp;amp; Feasa made our way out of school we were so drenched . &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transparent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; oui .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, today's filled with some surprises . got ice-creams from auntie . Passion-Fruit with vanilla milk inside, YUMM-MAI ! mommeh brought &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;pints of ice-cream from Swensens two . plus, Auntie bought me - &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garnier Multi-Lights Kit !!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Thank you mak busu ! i heartss youu ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at last . and yeah, you cant get it anywhere in SG . Auntie bought it in Aussie while she was on flight there . she just came back today . &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you, again .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i never thought that i could get it so easily and oh, she's such a dear to buy me free stuffs . yeah, another strikeout in my wishlist ! heehee . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thanksthanksthanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna try it tomorrow night . tonight kenot . because, tomorrow kan got spotcheck on girls right ? so, im gonna try it tmr night and plus, it's also a part for our Sport's Day this Fri ( coincidentally ) . weehee . well, i hope the colour can really work out lah . i thought i wanna use it in June . wait till i colour my hair and highlight it with this Garnier Multi-Lights Kit and all . more nicer . but, hell yeah im someone who cant wait and get too excited quickly for these kind of things and yeah bebeh - tomorrow night's the best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im on the phone with Shazzie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;strong&gt;3250&lt;/strong&gt;, puhlease .&lt;br /&gt;or at least a &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; handphone .&lt;br /&gt;i want to register my sim card by my &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; name .&lt;br /&gt;i want my &lt;strong&gt;IC&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;i want to top-up my pp8 card .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;put in money PAP !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114604697957535427?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114604697957535427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114604697957535427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114604697957535427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114604697957535427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-makin-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114588351744732327</id><published>2006-04-24T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:42:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's okay, i guess . cabot &lt;strong&gt;POA&lt;/strong&gt; halfway to reach home early in order to have more time to go to Paya Lebar to collect class t-shirt . shared a cab with Ah Beng Lucas ( we live near each other ) and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks yeah Ah Beng , you rock =D .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just came back from City Plaza with Feasa, Dilah and Mus . it was fun . took &lt;strong&gt;MRT &lt;/strong&gt;there . ate at Banquet around there after collecting the t-shirts . it was a funny experience for me when there's one makcik who dropped her umbrella ( i think ) went on with her melatah, &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;oh mak kau terpegik eh mak kau mampos "&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha . ahaks . funny seh . haha and there was a part when we were laughing and laughing and Feasa's mouth terkeluar sisi makanan tersendat near her lips area there . hahaha . funny . i almost piss due to the heavy wet weather and the jokes . but heng i went to toilet just in time . that was nice . then we switched places . we went to the non-air conditioned part where we smoked and feel the cool breeze of the heavy rain near the roadside . syiok seh . went home straight after that . took &lt;strong&gt;28&lt;/strong&gt; ( more convinient ) while the rest to &lt;strong&gt;76/67 ?&lt;/strong&gt; to drop at Tamp Int .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been long since i took &lt;strong&gt;28&lt;/strong&gt; from that particular area and in the bus i was a little worried that i took the wrong bus . but come to think of my older memories where i took &lt;strong&gt;28&lt;/strong&gt; from that bustop with my ex lastime made me a little calmer . i listened to my &lt;strong&gt;mp3&lt;/strong&gt; in my handphone in order to get myself even more calm and see which and where or when ive seen this buliding and all . well i could not take it anymore and ask the lady sitting beside me which is alighting about the bus dropping at Tamp Int . she said &lt;strong&gt;" Yes, and you're halfway there . "&lt;/strong&gt; i felt glad . i thought she was a tourist or something because i seldom see Chi Singaporeans use Chinese Language in their hp ( my China friend does and well, she does and i thought she came from China ) and &lt;strong&gt;SILLY ME&lt;/strong&gt; . hahaha . i laughed in my heart and was paiseh to myself for being so &lt;strong&gt;silly lily&lt;/strong&gt; when i finally see Bedok Int . nevermind . happily listening to the songs when mommeh called and asked where am i and all . as usual . skali&lt;strong&gt; pp8&lt;/strong&gt; damn &lt;strong&gt;LOW&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE VALUE&lt;/strong&gt; . arghhh . nevermind also .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am . now on the phone with Shazzie . how i wish i can talk to her more and more . so many the many stories to share . hehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . that's it .&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna watch Dia tonight, that if im not tired .&lt;br /&gt;it's been long since i watch Dia . ( i know the ending already hehe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114588351744732327?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114588351744732327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114588351744732327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114588351744732327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114588351744732327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/schools-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114574737778532163</id><published>2006-04-23T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:13:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Demi Waktu&lt;br /&gt;by Ungu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku yang tak pernah bisa lupakan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;yang kini hadir diantara kita&lt;br /&gt;namun ku juga takkan bisa menepis bayangmu&lt;br /&gt;yang slama ini temani hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku menduakan cintamu&lt;br /&gt;berat rasa hatiku tinggalkan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;dan demi waktu yang bergulir di sampingmu&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku sepenuh hatimu&lt;br /&gt;seandainya bila ku bisa memilih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saja waktu itu ku tak jumpa dirinya&lt;br /&gt;mungkin semua tak kan seperti ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dirimu dan dirinya kini ada di hatiku&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;membawa aku dalam kehancuran &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114574737778532163?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114574737778532163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114574737778532163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114574737778532163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114574737778532163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/demi-waktu-by-ungu-aku-yang-tak-pernah.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114561758327287165</id><published>2006-04-21T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:21:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a nice nap i had . just woke up a few minutes ago by the voices of people coming to my house . took a bath first then i took a nap . so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;syiok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . so&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cooling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the scissors for layering and reducing the volume of the hair at Jean after school . bought some other stuffs needed too . wanted to buy fake eyelashes (  just trying out ) since last time but always tak jadi . hehe . my hands had the itch to chop some bits of my hair so suddenly . oh, earlier during morning assembly in school i was kena caught buy Mdm Fadzidah . she told me my hair was long . Taufik N1 sat the same row horizontally next to me on the left . he heard everything . i asked Fadzie " isnt it too short or something ? nevermind ill try . " and she said " yes dear you give a try and you have very nice lovely natural hair . " and i tied and she went off . hmm isnt t too short ? Taufik said so . but nevermind, i just went with the flow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was excited about the new pair of scissors .&lt;br /&gt;went home and "chopped" my hair, not exactly chopped but - what i meant was layered it and reduce the volume lah . the length of the hair i must and want to keep long . i kinda feel sick with the old hairstyle ( even though recently last month i went to the hairdresser, my hair grows very fast . ) i loike the new hairstyle now . let me see how can i style it to later on . experiment siket . i use to trim my own hair last time . it stopped since sec &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; . i would&lt;strong&gt; think twice&lt;/strong&gt; about cutting but layering and all - i think it's not a problem to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now it's my favourite weather . cool, cloudy and - i think it's going to rain . weees !&lt;br /&gt;oh great my sis just came back . even better . im gonna show her the new scissors . i wanna cut her hair ! yeah she asked me to last time but she had a change of mind . she wants it &lt;strong&gt;MOD&lt;/strong&gt; style .&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like cutting people's hair so suddenly . hehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, when i made my way back home from school, B1 was all the way on my mind . all i could think of was him all the way . i dont know but, it was sumsort of &lt;strong&gt;so powerful&lt;/strong&gt; . ahaks . i kept thinking about him . hmm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure whether to go out with my - older besties .&lt;br /&gt;im not sure - i feel so distant from them . even though i would see them everythere and contact them once in a while i still feel the many many &lt;strong&gt;MIA &lt;/strong&gt;moments . i missed out all the fun they had together as a class . and yeah, we're just in different classes . it's just me, &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; classes away from all of them . haiz . come to think about it, i get very confused . im not someone who sticks with one and goes with another spare tyre and all . what i meant - im trying to say that im &lt;strong&gt;neutral&lt;/strong&gt; . pls people, stop asking whether i have conflicts with her or she or her . pissing me off lately . fuck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhs . now im thinking of whether to go or not . it's Hajar's birthday and all . and we each who's coming will have sto standby &lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bucks&lt;/strong&gt; . where to korek money man . nevermind lah thinking about it and all, id rather not go . lagipon im the one who got to know last minute and im the one whom volunteered my own self . okay . im just an extra i think . btw they are &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;guides whom some i dont really know . tkpelah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna carry on my &lt;strong&gt;MSN&lt;/strong&gt; conversation with my dear Shazzie and watch my darling &lt;strong&gt;MTV&lt;/strong&gt; later .&lt;br /&gt;now my house so manii manii people already .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm . i guess i have no more to say .&lt;br /&gt;and yes - just a small reminder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my blog, my shit, NO OFFENCE, okay ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*heehee*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114561758327287165?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114561758327287165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114561758327287165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114561758327287165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114561758327287165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-nice-nap-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114553744572603046</id><published>2006-04-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:31:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a bloody hell of a spender . i suck at saving money, &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;oh can anyone teach me how to save money ? how to tahan the nafsus of buying this and that and being so, so impulsive when shopping . oh dear .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sch with &lt;strong&gt;18-19&lt;/strong&gt; bucks this morning . and i ended up with &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; bucks only, dont even ask what i did with the money . man i could have topped-up my prepaid card ! argh damn . i bought "nonsense" just now . not nonsense exactly, but - i can easily feel the regret after buying anything . ( unless it's something ive been really, really craving for )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks just now . cant be bothered to tell . just that i felt so mabok and sleepy just now .&lt;br /&gt;and i was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; late for sch just now, i usually &lt;strong&gt;PURPOSELY&lt;/strong&gt; enter school a little late and, just when i was about to step into the foyer and the &lt;strong&gt;"BEEP"&lt;/strong&gt; alarm went off and &lt;strong&gt;THE WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; batch which is usually not late kena held back by &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;F &lt;/strong&gt;. ( some managed to escape and get that filthy ass to the quadrangle ) &lt;strong&gt;DAMN SIAK&lt;/strong&gt; . and &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the many many people there were caught for &lt;strong&gt;LATECOMING&lt;/strong&gt; . okay whatever, but - celongkok babi betol . and haha serve me right for not following my instincts ( which i find right but refuse to follow nowadays ) to enter school early today . so many students for Tan to handle and that even when some of the pupils "cabot" from the white or pink form, he didnt realise &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt; . baek . got 1hr of detention to serve actually after school but didnt bother to go . i was lucky enough that the prefects didnt conduct a spotcheck cause i brought my box of ciggies today . after that went to toilet to smoke with punkgoth Aisyah ( is that how her name's spelled ? im not sure )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh . i regret i regret i regret for spending my money just now and how silly was i to not even &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;nevermind . im trying to get over it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAPA PUHLEASE PUT IN MONEY, PUHLEASE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kak Nana and me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to buy our monthly essentials and dont think mommeh chaps duit !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick sick sick .&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; glad tmr's the last day of sch for the week .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart tells me not to bring my ciggie box tomorrow . i think ill just bring a few sticks and seal it sumwhere . cause i have a feeling ill be called out during morning assembly for not going to detention today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, my dear &lt;strong&gt;3e5&lt;/strong&gt; class is the hottest of the other topics in Changkat Changi and among the school's staffs . they are even conducting a meeting about &lt;strong&gt;3E5 &lt;/strong&gt;. wow . cooliooo . how hanyut are we . &lt;strong&gt;oh,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;mona-money&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i just saw the Dimensi ke-4 advertisment on tee-vee just a few seconds ago . im gonna watch man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shazzie im so sorry i cant reply to all your messages . as you know, my prepaid low and that my house phone dah naek pekak . dont worry, ill try to top-up my card and you'll be the first ill sms . and yeah, i wanna go out with you again, puhlease . = D&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/9385109-114553744572603046?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114553744572603046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114553744572603046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114553744572603046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114553744572603046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bloody-hell-of-spender.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114543079387900828</id><published>2006-04-19T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:13:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fgfg</title><content type='html'>im bored . im half glad that ill be coming back to school tomorrow . well, i do enjoy waking up late every single morning and not having to rush and get ready . but, i dont enjoy staying at home looking at the clock every minute and then to watch time pass by .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i will make the day from tomorrow onwards a brand new one . well, i cant slack and all till i get to see the word &lt;strong&gt;retain&lt;/strong&gt; on my report book . and from there i will start to think that it's not worth to cry and life goes on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to think of mommeh, whom ive got to give support and to think of . an independent woman, a single mother, having strong self-esteem and never fails to carry on with life despite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;problems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;problems,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everywhere .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i must not and neither do i wanna retain next year . i will be sitting in the class of my juniors . how would i feel ? id feel embarrased . oh dear . i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to buck up . yes, it's easy to just say but a burden to do . damn, this is life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now papa havent put in our nafkah money, i guess ( overheard sis and mommeh's conversation yesterday ) and what more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i want a new hp . im just waiting for the 25th and see if there's any &lt;strong&gt;CHEAPcheap&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;updated&lt;/strong&gt; hp which i can trade in to or something . and im so crazy for&lt;strong&gt; 3250&lt;/strong&gt; . and ill have to check it with mommeh if she agrees .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crazy in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;LACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . totally . i look foward to more lace tops and all . and im satisfied with my new lace tops . yeah, i follow my mommeh's steps . i follow her vainity, i follow her for being materialistic, i follow her in - anything feminine .&lt;br /&gt;but, talking about &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;attitude and personality, it's all with papa . yeah, my hot-temperedness my way of being too friendly my jokes anything .&lt;br /&gt;my sister is all the way more to my dad's .&lt;br /&gt;my younger brother, ive no idea where the hell that "alien" or " foreign" personality came from .&lt;br /&gt;yeah . my dad's still my dad but -&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what shall i do next ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114543079387900828?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114543079387900828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114543079387900828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114543079387900828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114543079387900828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/fgfg_19.html' title='fgfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114537458212537716</id><published>2006-04-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:36:22.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bvnn</title><content type='html'>i was sent home early yesterday . kena suspended for 3 days for skipping last week's Eng lesson . well, did reduce and tried to stop skipping classes, and it worked out for almost 2 weeks, almost lah . then now skip 1 time kena suspend . ape lagi, Mr Goh 's fed up with the pupils skipping classes and all so he cannot tolerate and didnt give a damn . kena called up during morning assembly yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin &amp; Syuk also kena .&lt;br /&gt;Janice called Mommeh and all .. Fatin and Syuk requested for appeal . so im not sure if they kena suspended . they don't want to kena suspended .&lt;br /&gt;coming back to school on Thursday .what Mommeh can say is all this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" You're too much you know . TOO much . *hmph* memalukan .. really man, memalukan . what happened to you ar ? really lah ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;all i did was just go with the flow, just kept quiet of her naggings and all . long story . now i think it's in the process of healing or sum sort .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are really upside down now . im starting to hate almost EVERYTHING, ANYONE or whatever that surrounds me .&lt;br /&gt;Mommeh thinks i need a counsellor, oh not again . ive had enough of these talking people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna spend these &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; days wisely .&lt;br /&gt;thinking about me, myself and I, everything around me, my studies . well, i think almost everything .&lt;br /&gt;i do get fucked up and pissed off very, very easily these days .&lt;br /&gt;'s like whatever that hits me angry or pissed off will get my mouth starts swearing and cursing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ? im not sure .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i decided to get a new blog skin . so here it' is . im not satisfied with it actually, im just trying it out and see if i can get alogn well with this skin . ill change back if cant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; days ...&lt;br /&gt;hmm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought ciggies yesterday at Afghan .&lt;br /&gt;went to buy new contact lenses also . the previous one sucks and expired already .&lt;br /&gt;decided to try a change of colour too .&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, Mommeh was the one whom took my previous ciggies the other day .&lt;br /&gt;she took my lighter too . damn, i told you im not a person who can last long with lighters . i will either lose it or, it kena confiscated .&lt;br /&gt;nvm anyway, ive bought a new one too yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .&lt;br /&gt;i think ill watch MTV or have a nap or something .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114537458212537716?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114537458212537716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114537458212537716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114537458212537716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114537458212537716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/bvnn.html' title='bvnn'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114498083319768368</id><published>2006-04-14T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:33:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cfg</title><content type='html'>good morning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just done burning Dilah's cd .&lt;br /&gt;going out later to help out the gubahan for Abg Yan's marriage tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday cabot Eng, went home a little early cause doing IC with Mommeh later in the afternoon .&lt;br /&gt;well getting myself ready will take a long time so i decided to cabot so ill have more time to get ready and all . took taxi, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; . heheh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to do IC at Lavender's i forgot that building name already, it was fun, a little lah . cool also . met Rohit, accompanied by Hydher and family and met Michelle from my class and another friend of hers which is from our school, same level but dont know her well, neither her name .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so satisfied having Jawi on my IC, very nice and also, part of being a Muslim . it took the lady long enough to sort out the characters . Mommeh wrote my Jawi name on the application paper and the lady picked the characacters through the computer . she scanned my thumbprint, both left and right . and the cool part, next to my table server was Rohit . how cool was that ? both the servers were quite shocked when they asked both of us, ( Rohit first ) " which school are you from ? " and obviously, both of us said Changkat Changi Sec . ahaks . stale kan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to see a kakak sedare of mine whom just gave birth yesterday at 2 plus in the afternoon . and i carried the baby ! the first time i carried a NEW-BORN baby ! and - it was just given birth just 3 hours ago ! weeehaaa -- a cute baby boy . so smart, ( Mum's a teacher, no wonder .. ) his eyes were opened already ! and he looked at all the human beings in that ward, i mean at his Mum's bed lah . so smart . of course lah, his Mother's a teacher what, kan ? wanna see ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/13-04-06_1815.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/th_13-04-06_1815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ? so cute kan . so rengan . so soft . &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;awwww . &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that went home . hehe .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now waititng for Dilah's reply as to when to meet to pass her CD and for her to pass my earpiece . i miss my earpiece already . heehee !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114498083319768368?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114498083319768368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114498083319768368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114498083319768368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114498083319768368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/cfg.html' title='cfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114483710817949558</id><published>2006-04-12T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:20:25.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ggg</title><content type='html'>oh yes today, i set my hands on those dearest ciggies . Thanks to Nabil Doraemon ive got a pack of them now . ive got a new lighter too, at last, even a better one .&lt;br /&gt;all my other previous lighters are either broken, destroyed or whatsoever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my Eng Test just now in school . so suddenly i got the mood .. oh yes, Eng is one of my favourite subject since primary school . but the teacher this year kinda sucks lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took taxi home again today . heh . wahh, 3 straight days man . im not sure if im gonna waste more money on taxi tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, talking about B1 and B2, oh hell .&lt;br /&gt;ive no mood for all this Bs .. puhlease get them out of my mind, dear heart .&lt;br /&gt;im so tired of them - i mean ; waiting and all, with no latest clues or anything - or .. maybe im the one blind enough to not realise all of that . i dont know lah .&lt;br /&gt;im trying my best to avoid any things related to love . ( trying konon ? betol ke ? hehe )&lt;br /&gt;well, it's hard but, you might never know if you dont try .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my menses cramps are pissin me off . damn they suck .&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, ate Meadow Gold's Rocky Road ice-cream earlier on . damn nice . especially the mushy marshmellows .. yumm-maiie ! well, when the cramps come ill be starting to look foward for chocolates, and other yummy stuffs that i seldom take normally . there will the big-appetite feeling that comes . oh, girls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like not coming to school tomorrow . im doing my IC with Mommeh tmr, she wants it to be done soon . me too =D because without my IC, i wont be eligible to register my Starhub prepaid card even though im already 15 . they need my IC . so - Mommeh told me to go home straight after school and bathe plus get ready all and meet her there at 5, im not sure if there's a time limit or appointment time or whatsoever but, leceh lah . ill see how ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay Mommeh come home now .&lt;br /&gt;im missing you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114483710817949558?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114483710817949558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114483710817949558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114483710817949558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114483710817949558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/ggg.html' title='ggg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114465006905009476</id><published>2006-04-10T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:57:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hhjj</title><content type='html'>just came back from school . early kan ? hehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* winks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took taxi cause the weather kenot tahan . suck man . and also part of giving myself a treat on my birthday . hehe ! skali check wallet, only left with 2 bucks and some coins because of the expenses spent today for the class tee-shirt and my kirim of ciggies, asked Zul to buy for me . so, cabot with Fatin and she lend me 2 bucks . well, felt a little of regret giving Zul money to buy ciggies but nvm, hell yeah im craving for those darlings of mine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks dearest Fatin for everything including waiting for me even though i told you to go home first . i owe you one =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when i was in the taxi i saw Mommeh on the side of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;estate pathway waiting for a taxi . she caught me and gave a cheeky smile . i dropped near her and went over to her to have a little chat . found out she's going out with my Auntie Faridah, waiting for Aunt to come and pick Mommeh up . they were heading to town . oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS FARIDAH ABDULLAH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;dearest gorgeous pretty miss stewardess aunt of mine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ill be waiting for your wedding bells ! hehe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thanks Hadah &amp;amp; the gerls, for the prezzies .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thanks ALL who wished me Happy Birthday, i dont expect presents but just pure friendship . =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning what to do .&lt;br /&gt;just remembered that i must settle my IC . wee-wees ! kenot wait, see lah how later, have to discuss with Mommeh first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im just hearing my sis singing to herself and mumbling whatsoever . singing our Nur Kindergarten's song when we were younger .&lt;br /&gt;yeah, true what she said - it's in the genes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on singing gerl and im not listening and dont want to, syiok sendiri .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114465006905009476?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114465006905009476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114465006905009476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114465006905009476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114465006905009476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/hhjj_10.html' title='hhjj'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114458807915648303</id><published>2006-04-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:59:36.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gg</title><content type='html'>heloue !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from my birthday eve dinner at Sakura International at Downtown .&lt;br /&gt;100 over kinds of food . yumm-maiee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks Mommeh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is all ready super charged .&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, no more writing 14, 14, 14 in any kind of application forms or whatever starting from tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be a new number -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! obviously, hehe .&lt;br /&gt;still, reaching number 18 is a long way to go .&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want 3250 for my birthday, Mommeh pretty puhlease ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crazy in love with it already .&lt;br /&gt;puhlease Monehnenetoto baby ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yesterday afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;i got a fucking scolding from an uncle of mine who .... - no comments&lt;br /&gt;he scolded me for my tattoo . he saw the tattoo while i sat my hands on the keyboard, without me realising, nampak sah kan .&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i hate him man .&lt;br /&gt;i can accept elders scolding me WITH ACCEPTABLE WAYS and NOT like SUMONE WHO TALKS LIKE A BIG FUCK .&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY OWN HOT TEMPERED ASS DAD SCOLDS ME IN A WAY, ACCEPTABLE WAY NOT LIKE YOU BIG FUCK . HOW LUCKY AM I TO NOT HAVE A DAD LIKE YOU .&lt;br /&gt;I HATED THE WAY U SCOLDED ME AND U SHOUTED TO MY DEAREST EARS TILL THE NEIGHBOURS COULD HEAR ABOUT HOW MUCH MONEY YOU CAN AFFORD TO GIVE ME TO GET ME A TATTOO LASER TREATMENT . HELLO, I KNOW YOU ARE RICH, BUT - whatever lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO MY OWN MISTAKES, THEN LET ME BEAR THE CONSEQUENCES !&lt;br /&gt;IM SORRY BUT, IM NOT BEING RUDE BUT I REALLY CANT ACCEPT AN UNCLE OF MINE SCOLDING ME IN THAT RUTHLESS MANNER .&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST MY OTHER UNCLES WHO ARE MORE HOT TEMPERED REPRIMANDS ME IN A, &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;MANNER .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i held back my tears .&lt;br /&gt;how i endured his fucking " step mane peh besar " voice right beside me, through my dearest ears . i just kept quiet, and i was playing maple at that time and i was so angry that i hit the keyboard damn hard for a number of times . i did rebelled on him for some time but, IT MADE HIS FUCKING VOICE LOUDER . so i stopped and made a pretence of focus to Maple and carried on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I KNOW IT REFLECTS MAMA, BUT HEY, TENGOK LAH RANCANGAN HANYUT TU, KADANG2 MAK BPK TU TAK HARUS DIPERSALAHKAN, ANAK SENDIRI TU TANYE DULU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck, TATTOO GANGSTER UHH ? GANGSTER ???&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LAH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest sis was at home . sis was bathing . still, the nagging still carried on even after she's done with her bath . sis was supposed to go to Kak Dewi's chalet .&lt;br /&gt;seing her sis kena like this, she decided to not go out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate my sis for her sitting on the floor beside me and watch me play maple .&lt;br /&gt;she talked to me, which is better . distracting me from that ass .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;iLOVEyou SIS . iHATE you two .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommeh even joined him in his " battle ", maklumlah adik beradik .&lt;br /&gt;i dunt know lah that folk .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i still remembered how my sis cried when she got a scolding from that man too .&lt;br /&gt;just for raising her voice, ( my sis's normal tone ) ( kate dulu maseh mude, rebellious ) and MACAM ANAK KAU TU TAK PERNAH RAISE HIS/HER VOICE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh .&lt;br /&gt;nvm nvm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to school tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;writing a parent's letter later .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shazzie call or sms me ! =w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh, get well soon Dilah . ( i got better already, heh ! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and, i miss the pretty cute berries - Feasa and Mus ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss being in class overall . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;last but not least, my dearest darling honey&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CIGGIES&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THANKS, FAMILY, FOR EVERTHING TODAY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114458807915648303?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114458807915648303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114458807915648303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114458807915648303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114458807915648303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/gg.html' title='gg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114438976822319447</id><published>2006-04-07T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:26:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hhjj</title><content type='html'>aloha .&lt;br /&gt;didnt come to school for &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; straight days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick sick sick .&lt;br /&gt;my sinus came back, my migrane, everything .&lt;br /&gt;it actually started last Sat when i went to a wedding in Melaka .&lt;br /&gt;but it got worse on Wednesday . left school early on Wed .&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to see Doc with Mommeh .&lt;br /&gt;ohh, the female geek Doc was so so - kind of stuck up .&lt;br /&gt;nvm lah . at least i got my medication .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot happened these 3 days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT 3250 FOR MY BIRTHDAY !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love love loike loike that hp .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ...&lt;br /&gt;it's flippable .&lt;br /&gt;has a music player, with &lt;strong&gt;1 GGB&lt;/strong&gt; memory which can store up to &lt;strong&gt;750&lt;/strong&gt; songs .&lt;br /&gt;has cool functions .&lt;br /&gt;damn, my sis and i are really craving for it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a look ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/images1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/iqah/th_images1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a closer look, visit nokia.com.sg . or better, go Nokia shop . heh . there are other colours . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; colours . it really doesnt look at what it seems here . erm, i mean, it's better in - " person " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh, Mommeh puhhlease .&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/9385109-114438976822319447?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114438976822319447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114438976822319447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114438976822319447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114438976822319447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/04/hhjj.html' title='hhjj'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114336376489119905</id><published>2006-03-26T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:02:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jghkh</title><content type='html'>hello molo lele .&lt;br /&gt;im so happy .&lt;br /&gt;got my haircut done just a while ago at my neighbour's upstairs . she used to be a hairdresser .got my hair trimmed, layered and &lt;strong&gt;CHOPPED OFF&lt;/strong&gt; - as in ermm, decrease the volume of the hair ? or tipiskan ? vellai happie oredi . i loike so much .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY SATISFIED .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on the phone with Shazzie darl .&lt;br /&gt;went to Mustafa yesterday after the bola show . reached there at 12 ++ .saw Bapok darlings .&lt;br /&gt;AHAKS .&lt;br /&gt;some really looked a lil loike Beyonce .&lt;br /&gt;i saw one walking near the alley and as s-he was walking she had the face expression of " miang face " loike that .&lt;br /&gt;she was pulling her mini-skirt down cause her humps were some sort of bulging up loike that . and her boobs, &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; loike Pamela's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXACTLY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo .&lt;br /&gt;ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shop shop shop and i was loike a baby already .&lt;br /&gt;i was mad and demanded Mama to go home right away .&lt;br /&gt;i was very not patient and felt loike sleeping right on the pathway .Kakak was so engrossed in looking for her stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;i mean - the yummy " essentials " .&lt;br /&gt;and i did get my stuffs too, of course .&lt;br /&gt;i loike my new compact powderrr &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEESSSS .&lt;br /&gt;very nicenice and good quality .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I REALLY LOIKE .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( dh mmg takdir kakak pecahkan, mestilah kalo tak i wont get a much much better one kan ? hehe ! )&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAW SYED AZMIR .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right opposite me, just a few kilometers .&lt;br /&gt;he was with his family i guess ?he was also engrossed in the electronic stuffs . talking to the customer server .&lt;br /&gt;ahaks . dont worry, i didnt shout or scream loike a certified maniac .&lt;br /&gt;i was very very calm .&lt;br /&gt;tired also mahh .&lt;br /&gt;so i was loike, oh okay, it's him and carried on walking lahh .&lt;br /&gt;bought lots of stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi home .&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah, ate instant lagsane and slept .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;BEST .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but - got ngaji .&lt;br /&gt;just now in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;i malas lah wanna go detention all .didnt come on Fri and Sat's walk and jog summoh .&lt;br /&gt;haiz .&lt;br /&gt;now -&lt;br /&gt;im trying my best to at least forget one of the Bs .&lt;br /&gt;if you guys remember who im referring to .&lt;br /&gt;B1 is long long gone - i mean he's some sort busy lah and seldom contact or online at MSN .&lt;br /&gt;B2 plaks, trying my best to get over .&lt;br /&gt;just starting to dunt loike his characteristics and some circumstances .&lt;br /&gt;i mean - my feelings for him has already started to fade away .&lt;br /&gt;i more to B1 i guess .&lt;br /&gt;alahhhs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunt know which one .&lt;br /&gt;but --dunnolah, seriously .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, lebih bagus, which Mama also say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;focus dulu .&lt;br /&gt;yang tak penting yang menyusahkan, membingungkan diri boleh blah dulu .&lt;br /&gt;chehh blah sehh !&lt;br /&gt;ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . that's all .&lt;br /&gt;will update more tonight or tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;maybe .&lt;br /&gt;wanna carry on my conference with Shazzie and Mala .&lt;br /&gt;and where's the Az Berok ?&lt;br /&gt;ahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING MAMA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NO OTHER WORDS - NO SORRYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- cause i ckp sorry also i dunt know lah nanti what happen . ade jer Iqah nanti .&lt;br /&gt;entahlah .&lt;br /&gt;but, whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything lah .&lt;br /&gt;again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;VERY SATIFSIED .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now waiting for tml's incoming school disaster .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;semoge bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;agie . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114336376489119905?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114336376489119905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114336376489119905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114336376489119905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114336376489119905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/jghkh.html' title='jghkh'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114329477365316607</id><published>2006-03-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:52:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hjjj</title><content type='html'>at aunt's place now, using my abg sedare's comp .&lt;br /&gt;fucking bored .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out again to Mustafa Centre to shop a little . my sis is expected to be there tonight .. she's having tuition, i mean her part-time job is a tuition teacher lah . she broke my two-way cake powder . she sanggup want to replace . okay i appreciate that . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks bebeh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;so glad that there's at least transport for us to take us there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh crap .&lt;br /&gt;budak2 kecik skg . aiyohh . selenge betol .&lt;br /&gt;ahaks . my lil cuzzies lah ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my migrane came back .&lt;br /&gt;my fever is gone .&lt;br /&gt;shared a cigg with my abg sedare earlier this evening sementare acompany him go shop buy his stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im waiting for the the &lt;strong&gt;" soccer show "&lt;/strong&gt; to end . i dunt know how to say it . hehe !&lt;br /&gt;my pakcik is the temporary owner of the transport so and he also wants to go to Mustafa later with his anaks tonight &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, after bola lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maklumlah, lelaki .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with Mama .&lt;br /&gt;bought lots of tops . im so satisfied already .&lt;br /&gt;but confirm i will be askign for more soon .. nahh paksa kan gerls ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nie pulak, maklumlah .. perempuan .&lt;br /&gt;ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's Bibik's birthday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE, DEAR BIBIK .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU'VE DONE FOR ME .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I OWE YOU A LOT . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, im not sure how old will she be tml .&lt;br /&gt;20 ++ ?&lt;br /&gt;she's married already, blessed with a girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugghs . im so fucked up siak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYDAY WORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which will come out of Mama's mouth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah . my another abg sedare wanna use already .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114329477365316607?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114329477365316607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114329477365316607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114329477365316607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114329477365316607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/hjjj.html' title='hjjj'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114316923645354663</id><published>2006-03-24T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:03:11.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gfh</title><content type='html'>hello hello hello .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school .&lt;br /&gt;have a high fever . boleh dikatekan lahh .&lt;br /&gt;temp yesterday was 39.8 .&lt;br /&gt;then it dropped to 39.3 after taking a bath and all ..&lt;br /&gt;slept loike a log yesterday right after returning from school .&lt;br /&gt;all the way till 8 ++ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home early yesterday cause cabot . kenot stand, my migrane came back right after a ciggie yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;all the delinquents and defiance students of 3E5 cabott maths . some smoked and the rest were in the gallery .&lt;br /&gt;we want Mr Helmi back !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5 plus .&lt;br /&gt;mama reminded me to check my temp again but didnt bother .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it dropped .&lt;br /&gt;took 2 panadols yesterday and my fever went a lil down .&lt;br /&gt;sweats were already forming on my forehead and neck . hot siak .&lt;br /&gt;mama told me the panadol's working .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored now .&lt;br /&gt;haiyoh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapling also sudah jelak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i got addicted to this very malay song .&lt;br /&gt;yummy sehh . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Pesanan Buat Kekasih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Spring . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so addictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;listening to it now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recall my childhood days where Papa will always listen to these malay songs .&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i will sit at the couch together and would sing along to these songs .&lt;br /&gt;ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories, memories .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa . Papa came to drop by last few days . can't remember when .&lt;br /&gt;pasal duit nafkah lahh . bringing along my brother was just a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" bait "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my Mum i guess .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnolah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we did sit together at the dining table and had some laughters .&lt;br /&gt;i felt loike it was &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; family&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you know, loike broken and smashed pieces of mirror brought back together or something loike that . well, to bad we were, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . now it's loike, oh heck care .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . i think im gonna watch tee-vee now .&lt;br /&gt;i already miss MTV .&lt;br /&gt;hehehe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAYONARA&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/9385109-114316923645354663?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114316923645354663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114316923645354663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114316923645354663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114316923645354663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/gfh.html' title='gfh'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114293475700467204</id><published>2006-03-21T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:02:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gf</title><content type='html'>mama mapek .&lt;br /&gt;mapeks mapeks mapeks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck lah . i just used the comp and she threatened me about calling Heng, asing the school to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my name out of school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodoh siak .&lt;br /&gt;u strike, how far can i go without my studs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u ask me to become&lt;strong&gt; TOILET CLEANER&lt;/strong&gt; kan ?&lt;br /&gt;jual &lt;strong&gt;Ramly Burger&lt;/strong&gt; kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggghhhss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis also use what ?&lt;br /&gt;selenge .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;im really not into schooling .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, think about it again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED IT&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that ..&lt;br /&gt;i dunt know how lah to say .&lt;br /&gt;haiz ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh God just make something bad bad BAD lah that my mum WANTS to me until i BUCK THE FUCK UP .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114293475700467204?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114293475700467204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114293475700467204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114293475700467204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114293475700467204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/gf.html' title='gf'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114277858774659280</id><published>2006-03-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:29:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fgfg</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;besok skolah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugghss .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant holidays last any longer ?&lt;br /&gt;now i yearn for June holidays . yeah, hell yeah .&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be lots of fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for Abg Yan's marriage ceremony .&lt;br /&gt;weees .&lt;br /&gt;i miss the smell of those "wedding flowers " or bunga rampai ?&lt;br /&gt;dunnolahh .&lt;br /&gt;i miss peeping the bride's room, seeing the mak andam makeup the bride . ( too bad my side is the bridegroom )&lt;br /&gt;well, i miss all of it .&lt;br /&gt;it's been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;since i last went to a wedding .&lt;br /&gt;especially &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; side's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay . &lt;br /&gt;all the family gathering, the late staying back at night .&lt;br /&gt;the newly husband and wife's photoshoot .&lt;br /&gt;ohh-weee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored .&lt;br /&gt;on the phone with Az now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school .&lt;br /&gt;i dunt wanna study, im not interested, at all .&lt;br /&gt;but -&lt;br /&gt;how far can i go without my studies ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im addicted to mapling now .&lt;br /&gt;what else can i do at home ?&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep eat sleep mtv mtv ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama keep asking me when lah im going to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; BUCK UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;really lah, WHEN ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait until i retain sec 3 this year ?&lt;br /&gt;mampos ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoohhs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah .&lt;br /&gt;gotta get my school stuffs ready now .&lt;br /&gt;dunt think i will sleep early tonight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114277858774659280?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114277858774659280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114277858774659280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114277858774659280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114277858774659280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/fgfg_19.html' title='fgfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114252478099529545</id><published>2006-03-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:59:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghf</title><content type='html'>that pencuri came just now .&lt;br /&gt;she brought along an Ah Lian whom ive never seen before .&lt;br /&gt;it's a confirm that she use this Ah Lian for protection against any harm that im gonna do on her .&lt;br /&gt;haha . you think im scared or "moved" by her ? or is it you ?&lt;br /&gt;alahh . that Ah Lian body so small, challenge lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pencuri didnt want to step a foot in my house .&lt;br /&gt;she saw my maid doing some laundry work outside my house and called my maid .&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to pass my belongings to my maid .&lt;br /&gt;my maid, being smart and i knowing how mad i am and how bad i want to see that thief, refused to take those belongings of mine and told her to wait .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time at home, i was complaining to my mum about that thief .&lt;br /&gt;i was mad and was wondering if she would turn up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to know of her presence,  me and my sis quickly went to see her .&lt;br /&gt;it was 8 plus at that time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Ah Lian sial siak . when my sis sat on the void deck's bench together with them, the clueless Ah Lian thought my sis was me .&lt;br /&gt;fuck .&lt;br /&gt;she told my sis, " from today onwards i dont want you to have any contacts with her . "&lt;br /&gt;eh sial kanina . my sis lah siak . wrong person lah .&lt;br /&gt;you know nothing man . the REAL thing .&lt;br /&gt;dunt step big fuck lah siak here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her, it's ME , ME ME ME .&lt;br /&gt;and she was loike, Oh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blahh blah i talked to that thief, that Ah Lian was so silent all the way .&lt;br /&gt;good . she was busy with her ciggie lah tuu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radh is fucking mapek .&lt;br /&gt;when asked by my sis why she did all this, her reasons and anwers were mostly mapek and LIES .&lt;br /&gt;childish .&lt;br /&gt;MEREPEK .&lt;br /&gt;ughhs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lahh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stole my bottomline . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;i was the one who should be saying " From today onwards, I dunt want to have any contacts with you anymore . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she said that line again, i " whispered " loudly to myself,&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as she went on and on again, i went on saying&lt;br /&gt;AMIN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third time she said that,&lt;br /&gt;i replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants have any contacts with a PENCURI siak .&lt;br /&gt;dahlah tk kenang jase budi orang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she replied,&lt;br /&gt;how about a BACKSTABBER ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH .&lt;br /&gt;SO ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs . mapek . she knowsi hate her , but i still HELP her to change and get a BETTER life,&lt;br /&gt;and im very straightfoward with her about her attitude and shits,&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT BACKSTABBING ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL IS SHE SO - UNREASONABLE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling me a backstabber ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merepek .&lt;br /&gt;you guys must get to know the long story man .&lt;br /&gt;the story is reasonably long .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied to  her again, this time being irritating -&lt;br /&gt;i said ,&lt;br /&gt;YADAA YADAA YADAAA DEH DEH DEH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fullstop . i walked away .&lt;br /&gt;her AL friend said nothing .&lt;br /&gt;but i saw a glimpse of them talking to each other .&lt;br /&gt;she could be asking " what happened " all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick and tired of her .&lt;br /&gt;how tough to endure all your shits and pukes .&lt;br /&gt;sheesh .&lt;br /&gt;this is how long i can be patient with her .&lt;br /&gt;orang niat baik tapi yang disangkekan jahat .&lt;br /&gt;mapek .&lt;br /&gt;nie lah orang TKDE OTAK nak pike .&lt;br /&gt;umor harap je 15, tapi&lt;br /&gt;kepale otak keciq macam SEMUT !&lt;br /&gt;enjoy lah dengan " kawan baru " ko, Nana .&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asalakn ko bahagie lah nahh .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114252478099529545?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114252478099529545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114252478099529545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114252478099529545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114252478099529545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/ghf.html' title='ghf'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114239203324888972</id><published>2006-03-15T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:07:13.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fgfg</title><content type='html'>hallo . im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for Shazzie's reply . planning to go out with Mala &amp; Az todayy .&lt;br /&gt;im so boredd . maybe goin town . dunt know . see our mood later . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collected my result slip at school yesterday with mama .&lt;br /&gt;i failed, for overall lahh . weees .&lt;br /&gt;expected already lah eh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a pervert yesterday and he was sooooo freaking disgusting . walked pass a lady far from me and even stopped and stood behind her to watch her butt move as she walk . euuwww . i quickly took another path . ee siak uhhs . he had the stupid face, the cacat face . a little loike Sean Ho . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope Shazzie cannn go out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nuthin much .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i want a cat !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fat fat persian cat ! all golden brown and furry . so hugable .&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a black cat also ! with green eyess . soo cutee .&lt;br /&gt;you know, the feeling of having company when you're alone at home and when the cats go walking around, wadering aimlessly .&lt;br /&gt;awww . soo cuttee .&lt;br /&gt;hehehe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alahh ..&lt;br /&gt;mama tak akan kasi pon .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114239203324888972?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114239203324888972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114239203324888972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114239203324888972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114239203324888972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/fgfg.html' title='fgfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114223287229852839</id><published>2006-03-13T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:55:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gfggf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;presenting WORLD'S NO. 1 PROFESSIONAL BUT STUPID THIEF .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- R A D H I Y A H or mostly known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- DORAEMON ( round and short )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-KECIQ / " BABY "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fat and step-jambuuing foe of mine who thinks she " SHOOOO CUTEE, SHOOOO ADORABLE, SOOOOO PRETTY, SOOOOOO CUTIE CUTIE MUSHY MUSHY POOCH ",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- STOLE MY ESPRIT SHADES (bought from Thailand )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- STOLE MY MOST SENTIMENTAL GOLD BRACELET WORTH $200 ++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM MAMA )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 10 BUCKS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 2 OF MY TOPS ( still not returned yet, so called " MISSING "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- FOOLED MY GRANNY OUT OF 2 BUCKS ( i dunt mind of 2 bucks, but hey, NENEK AKO siakks pompuan ? JUST BECAUSE SHE'S OLD, EASY VICTIM UHHS ? )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colaborating with her " MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSONALITIES AND THIEF ABILITIES ", she's a -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- LIAR, LIAR, LIAR, BIG FAT LIAR .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- IRRESPONSIBLE , VERY VERY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- CHILDISH THINKING WHEN IT COMES TO ARGUING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- BEUTTTTTIFOOOL UGLY IRRITATIN VOICE TONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- STEP CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- WALKS WITH HER " KEPAKS &amp; WINGS " OPEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- TAK SEDAR DIRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- SLUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-FLIRT NO. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- THINKS PEOPLE LIKE HER BUT DENIES IT WHEN SHE FINDS OUT PEOPLE COME TO HER FOR FREE FREE FREE CIGGIES ONLY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- GOOD THIEF-ING BUT POOR THINKING .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOT &lt;/span&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you pple remember, this is the KECIQ im talking about last time . ( refer to older posts )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came on fri . did her " JOB " and went home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK .&lt;br /&gt;PENIPU HARAM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD A BIG FAT FATTY FIGHT WITH HER ON THE PHONE YESTERDAY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT SO GOOD AND RELIEVED .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, YOU MUST HAVE FOLLOWED YOU REAL MUM/DAD'S ATTITUDE SIAK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY PITY UR GODMUM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN SHE ENDURE WITH YOU ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SCOLDED HER LOIKE FUCK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF A KIND .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA WAS THERE + SIS + GRANNY &amp;amp; THE MAID .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shouted too loud . the neighbours could here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my had vibrated too hard .&lt;br /&gt;- it was as if those hands were ready to slap any negative forces that hits my limit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK I HATE YOU I HATE YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOULD BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; claiming my belongings at her house today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, MAMA IS SO LOIKE SIAK DUNT WANNA ACCOMPANY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a matter of kechot or what shitt but hey , MAK NYER MANER ??&lt;br /&gt;your full shoulder to lean on ...&lt;br /&gt;your loved one just beside you supporting you ...&lt;br /&gt;if you get what i mean ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT TYPE OF MOTHER IS THIS ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' s loike , HELLO ? are you thinking, MOTHER ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY SIS WILING TO GO BUT - SHE HAS TO WORK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY 70 ++ YR OLD GRANNY IS WILLING TO IF NTO FOR HER WEAK LEGS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK MANE YANG TKNAK ACCOMPANY THE ANAK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA IS FUCKING MAPEK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN SHAKE LEG SUMMOH ? I KNOW YOU CAN DO NOTHING BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM YOUR DAUGHTER ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST HELP LAH SIAK ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE TEENAGERS CAN EVEN THINK BETTER SIAK THEN A 45 YR OLD WOMAN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MAMA SAYS - IF YOU WANT WAIT TILL SATURDAY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis told Mama off bout this hal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;she can summoh say " NO, NO, NO "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh maut ???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO PISSED OFF . very very .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA MAPEK !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah siak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND -&lt;br /&gt;bout that thief -&lt;br /&gt;i felt relieved siaaakk after fucking reprimanding her .&lt;br /&gt;THE FEELING WAS SHYIOK SIAK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEK KO POMPUAN TK SEDAR DIRI .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS LESSON FROM ME TO YOU IS ON BEHALF OF THOSE WHO HATED &amp;amp; DEPISED YOU BUT SUCH A PITY, NO ONE TOLD YOU OFF .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEDAR LAH DIRI .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHSSSSSSS !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank You my dear Shazzie for helping me get through with this slut .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really appreciate it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Having a lovely friend loike you is really a beautiful gift from God * .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mwaaarrkss &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114223287229852839?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114223287229852839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114223287229852839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114223287229852839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114223287229852839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/gfggf.html' title='gfggf'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114181648796395665</id><published>2006-03-08T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:33:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gffdgdf</title><content type='html'>hello . on the phone with dear shazzie now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mama at Eastpoint after school . didnt go for the talk by dunt know who .&lt;br /&gt;im so happy .&lt;br /&gt;i got my gold necklace traded =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wees .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im either saving up or waiting for Papa to masokkan duit .&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy two crop sleeves tops .&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;DARK FUNKY PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;DARK GREEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;soldier type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coloured one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabotted ENG tadi . gian nk asap peh pasal . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCAS punched MR HO on the chest !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SALUTE TO AH BENG SIAO ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not in the class at that moment . i was in the toi with the gerls, asap-ing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho wanted to confiscate Lucas's hp . Lucas dunt want . blah blah blah Mr Ho told him sumthing loike " PUNCH ME IF YOU DARE FIRST " . dunnolah sumthing loike that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Lucas, having strong knuckles and all gave Mr Ho and the classmates a shock of their lives .&lt;br /&gt;he gave a strong bump-of-the-ass on HO's chest . woooooo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH ! BAEK !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reaction of HO was - ahahaha you know him, Mummy's Boy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah . a lot happened today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; PUHHLEASE PUT IN NAFKAH MONEY YOU FATHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. PLS LAH SIAKK .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114181648796395665?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114181648796395665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114181648796395665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114181648796395665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114181648796395665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/gffdgdf.html' title='gffdgdf'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114172564898421747</id><published>2006-03-07T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:05:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hjhg</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK LAH SIAK . AKO TK SUKE KO LAH ? KORANG GET IT ? KACO2 SIKET PON SUKE PER ? ABES YNG AKO KACO SEAN HO BUDAK2 LAEN AKO PON SUKE PER ? SIKET2 SUKE PER ? ARH ? WHAT THE FUCK ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM GONNA BLOODY DAMN GET THAT " TABLE-WRITER'' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MAY SEEM NICE AND HAPPY . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONCE I GET YOU, MAUT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PASAL KO PON AKO KENE RABAK . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TESTING PEOPLE'S PATIENCE, UHH ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIAP LAH KO . UGHHHSSSS !!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND YOU GUYS -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHILDISH THINKING .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU GUYS FUCKING PISS ME OFF .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET A GRIP LAH SIAK .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114172564898421747?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114172564898421747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114172564898421747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114172564898421747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114172564898421747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/hjhg.html' title='hjhg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114131755766667323</id><published>2006-03-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:01:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;; updating on 2 March 06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;; 12. 31 am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . had fun is school . as usual asap in toi . cabotted ENG . played&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with Mr Francis &amp;amp; Mdm Koh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed the other half of detention . yay . completed already . a lot happened . some suey some okay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabotted MLY . relief teacher uhhs . went to NTUC Eastpoint with Dilah &amp; Feasa and we bought some stuffs . terserempak Dharma, Zul and the other " foreign " students . AHAKS . i mean Chucky, Darian all . blah blah blahh .. at last we asap ngn Dharma and Zul pat staircase HDB flatt around Simei .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to detention with the rest of the gerls after that . ( Mrs Sandra Tan nyerr detention )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to get coughs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with mama . fuck . something happened . i complained bout my headache - cause of the way i was on the bed . ( my body position ) you know lying loike a bat - this crazy position loike what mama said ive got no backbone everytime i lie down loike that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked me to admit ive been smoking . and damn, yes i did . &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i did . okay arr whatever uhhs . and she snapped the hell out of me, wanting to call school and had the idea of changing my custody to dad's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK . HOW CAN SHE SAY THAT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i waste no time and took out my mp3 hp headset . sumbat it TIGHTLY to my ear . this time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVEN TIGHTER AND DEEPER ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ughh . errr . no comments . ahaks . dunt wollie clean . = X listened to mp3 . ugghs .&lt;br /&gt;immediately sms'ed Shazzie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thanks for the comfort, my lovely Shazzie bebeh =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so depressed . sort of . maybe in the process .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW I WANT CIGGIES .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pissed off siaks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#@$%&amp;amp;*#$#$"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#@$%&amp;*#$#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning not to go school tml . or maybe commin to school " accidentally " late . i mean, later . much later . plannin with Feasa . sms'ed her &amp;amp; Dilah alreaddy . now pending . Dilah i dunt think so she's not coming . there's art for her  &amp; Feasa . mine's POA . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss B1 . heh !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114131755766667323?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114131755766667323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114131755766667323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114131755766667323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114131755766667323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/03/updating-on-2-march-06-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114112443884761172</id><published>2006-02-28T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:10:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gfgg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had MT, POA and Chem paper today .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEM sucks . POA sucks . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for Chem, i hate the OAS Sheet . reminds me of those PLSE days .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot happened as usual . cabotted POA for a while, smoked in the toi with Dilah &amp; the girls .&lt;br /&gt;Fatin ikott sal dier pon nk join me attend POA lesson late cause gortt class test, RE-test i think .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kena detention 2hrs by Mrs Sandra Tan . cause yesterday cabot GEO kan .&lt;br /&gt;tk pasal . not a prob . completed my 1st hr just now . gonna complete the other 1hr tml .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama asked why Heng called yesterday . i mean, she didnt get the call MIRACLE-LEEe .&lt;br /&gt;my house only, and that was when i was outside at the void deck with the gerls . Granny was the one who just layan Heng .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamattts ! i just told mama i dunt know and he's always loike that, little only call little only call the class' parents .&lt;br /&gt;mama was loike oh okay .. she just kept quiet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so boredd . when lahh is my CT gonna finish ? haiz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Wen Ting at Eastpoint with the girls . Ahmad punn ader cause he also kena detention . bought my usual nose studs ( always lose it ) and barbell for my labret piercing . muat . YIPPEES . i think dh steady can go in free-flow to the max alreadyy . usually last time i put in out in out in . how to free-flow lah deii ? ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's this fucking big swollen round headed thing on my inside mouth . usually not loike this i dunt know why, so i took the barbell for a while . gonna put it again as soon as this big ball dissapears . i think tersalah masok kott tadi nk insert . terkena vein ke .. i dunno and i dunt wanna know . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . im so bored . waiting for my song to finish downloading .&lt;br /&gt;see lah i delete and i dwnld Limewire again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenot lahhs . &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO TEMPTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; taww all this new songs i saw on MTV .&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC is life lah bebeh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and why cant my blogg playlist play &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY BEDAH ? WHY ???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dh refresh and edit also no use .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnolahhs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114112443884761172?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114112443884761172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114112443884761172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114112443884761172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114112443884761172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/gfgg.html' title='gfgg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114104501026420721</id><published>2006-02-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:01:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fgfgf</title><content type='html'>just had a bath .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi common test . ENG paper . compo . not bad lahh for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabotted GEO todayy . cause studying with Dilah, Feasa Mus &amp; Alia after school . we malas nk balek siang so cabot GEO lahh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now fuck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi satu persatu of us punya parents kena called . mine i dunt think so Heng can reach mama . mama ade attachement busy sehh . hopefully uhhs Heng tk dapat . tunggu aper mama kate nanti ape saje comments dier nanti pasal Heng ada kol anots . balek japs lagi at 9 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lot of fun with them . Wan small boi came also to pass the ciggies to the gerls . i curi2 isap ajer .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier on this aftn Keciq called . ajak lepak . it was 3 plus loike that . so i agreed lah to mit her under my block cause my timing and the other gerls is at 4 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepak2 ngn Keciq ngn kwn2 skolah dier .. ngn Nana yang DULU dier kater kerek lah itu lah . whatever lah . malas nk layan . gik mampuis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah Dilah sume dh sampai, amek diorang pat bustop .&lt;br /&gt;hunny bunch cried pasal ilang hp . OMG . SO SADD SEHH . i also felt loike crying .&lt;br /&gt;seram siak, kan Feasa ? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunt wish to talk more about it, dah lepas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAD A JOLLY FUN TIME . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now baru mandi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feasa &amp; Mus balek dulu . then left with me, Dilah, Alia &amp;amp; happen- to -come Reiney and Hidayat or Yat they call him ? nvms . chit chat chit isap2, me and Alia made a move, then Dilah &amp; Wan . now i dunno who's outside pat void deck . ( im livin at the 1st floor, mind me. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengar the Pontianak audio pat Wan's hp .&lt;br /&gt;- her crying and plea all .&lt;br /&gt;SERAM SIAK .&lt;br /&gt;SERAMM MAUTT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai mandi pon takot mautt .&lt;br /&gt;kakak temankan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY-GOLLIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my kakak &amp;amp; aunt .&lt;br /&gt;see lahh this 2 mastermind . ade2 ajeks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they scare me uhhs . bukak lagu nasyid ygn macam hantu kuat2 pat bilek mama, which i was in - pat toilet bilek mama .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gantung kain puteh, telekong uhhs btol2 pat dpan pintuu . mcm siak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so freaked out when i open the toilet door .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, a lil lahh cause diorang " &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " sngt maen lagu dance - Madonna's one tak salah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah . that's all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here i am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I MISS SHAZZIE =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh here she is panjang umor .&lt;br /&gt;she's online at MSN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114104501026420721?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114104501026420721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114104501026420721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114104501026420721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114104501026420721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/fgfgf.html' title='fgfgf'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114093981901958875</id><published>2006-02-26T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:00:42.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fgfg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do i always get the - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEMALU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;guys ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do i loike them in the first place ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck . okay ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's call them B1 &amp; B2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B1 ; Loiked him first, since last year . Had a major crush on him first .&lt;br /&gt;-B2 ; Since January ? later sikets .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B1 ; I dont see him everyday . Never . &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish i -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B2 ; I see him almost everyday . ALMOST lahh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- B1 ; I know him, almost too well .&lt;br /&gt;- B2 ; I know his secrets, gettin to know him well . In the process .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HINTS, PRETTY PUHHLEASE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant set things clear on this . ESPECIALLY THIS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel loike asking them - either one of them laa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU LOIKE ME ? I LOIKE YOU, YOU KNOW BEDAH ? YOU KNOW ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish these were the exact words that can come out of my bloody mouth one day .&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, just one of them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how if i perasan only ?&lt;br /&gt;i syiok sendiri only ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay -&lt;br /&gt;the thing is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want them to know that i loike them, but i dunt want them to get a clue that i loike them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumsort of EGO ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked my sis -&lt;br /&gt;told her -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoh . stop this man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, i do get clues and hints but -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SCARED I SYIOK SENDIRI ONLY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- YESSAAAAAARRR ! THAT'S THE BLOODY THING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loike what i said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'' PUSH THE BUTTON '' lahh . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scared i syiok sendiri &amp;amp; perasan only !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;HOW ABOUT THOSE HINTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you not be pemalu ? i mean too pemalu ? ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy for a girl taww, esp ME .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think - I DUNNO LAHH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan sedap siket dh luahkan . pheww .&lt;br /&gt;perkara cam gini tk boleh takot2 . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;serahkan kepade Tuhan jer uhhs .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First struck, first get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Struck first, get first .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dunno lahs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAYONARA &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/9385109-114093981901958875?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114093981901958875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114093981901958875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114093981901958875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114093981901958875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/fgfg.html' title='fgfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-114087670475368748</id><published>2006-02-25T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:58:08.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fghh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO DARLS .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;YUPP . IM BACKK . = ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet down lahh lately .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out just noww .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Shazzie, Az, Mala, Fuad &amp; another soul . ahaks . forgot the name lahh .&lt;br /&gt;nvms .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lot of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-U-N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later just now in the evening went out again with Mama . actually nk nengok wayang . tickets outt . so tak jadii . cause the rest all late night showw . ate at KFC . yummy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herre i am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired . nothing much to sayy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want ciggies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . HEHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss himmm&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see himmm  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;= D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-114087670475368748?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/114087670475368748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=114087670475368748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114087670475368748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/114087670475368748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/fghh.html' title='fghh'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113992097267825386</id><published>2006-02-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:45:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/320/Armani%20Model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/200/Armani%20Model.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates - Doraemon &amp; Chucky . Chucky happen to be out of the class back door at that time . The one at the back is promoting Calvin Klein mobster wear while the one infront is promoting Total Defence Day- 14 Feb 06 .  ( yng depan tu model tk menjadi, tk accepted belom pass2 ) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113992097267825386?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113992097267825386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113992097267825386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992097267825386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992097267825386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-classmates-doraemon-chucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113992081283952434</id><published>2006-02-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:49:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/320/12-02-06_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/200/12-02-06_1815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ermm, do you think im cute ? Cute am I ? Be my Valentine, honey ?" &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113992081283952434?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113992081283952434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113992081283952434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992081283952434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992081283952434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/ermm-do-you-think-im-cute-cute-am-i-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113992064769766339</id><published>2006-02-14T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:52:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/320/12-02-06_1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/200/12-02-06_1816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey bebeh what's up man ? Geeez .. Charliez Theron's my mommay and Lindsay Lohan's my sistaa . Im cool herre .. How do I look loike in this Chanel thang ? " &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113992064769766339?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113992064769766339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113992064769766339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992064769766339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992064769766339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-bebeh-whats-up-man-geeez.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113992048193026607</id><published>2006-02-14T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:15:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/320/12-02-06_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/135/1068/200/12-02-06_1814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG hey, what did you say again ? mind your manners to babies pls, cause i aint a spoiltbrat !" &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113992048193026607?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113992048193026607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113992048193026607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992048193026607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113992048193026607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-hey-what-did-you-say-again-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113991095872719806</id><published>2006-02-14T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:59:33.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gfgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVEBIRDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;= ))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . today is a really i-find-it-rimas-day . i wonder why i get pissed off so fast nowadays . fuck lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;thanks for the ciggie Firdaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . thanks for giving me even though youu gave a lott moree ciggies to otha people alreadyy . i didnt force or pester him to give me, but i just shut up after 1 ask and try to understand . ahaks . but he gave me in the end . so kinndd .&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;macehhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;= ))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama sucks nowadays . i really pity her . love her . but look what have that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking BOTAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done to her .&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate BOTAKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . including Heng .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sucky . i know it's a better-love-in-the-air day todayy . but spending it alone is loike, nevermind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NObody to love -- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i can just admire him from far .&lt;br /&gt;i wudnt wanna ask him anyways .&lt;br /&gt;i fear expressing it to him .&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if he feels the same wayy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss him . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i loike him .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i adore him .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, stop your nonsense iqahh . bloody shitt . fuck . im so pissed off i dunt know why .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss youu Shazzie = ))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sms me after readingg this &amp; ill give you a call so i know you're not busyy - i know you drop by everyday . hehe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . i think im gonna kacau my granny again later . im gonna pinch her chubby cheeks &amp;amp; round pau head plus kiss her on the forehead which i do almost everyday . i love youu granny . she'll be by my side if Mama comes fucking beating me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel loike crying . yeah im almost am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . Mama dh bangon . she's studying, AS USUAL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucking the tears in . nick of time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis just popped in patting my head loike her anjing .&lt;br /&gt;yeah . sis's ANGIN you know .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengoklah mood dier .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chattin with Man right now in msnn .&lt;br /&gt;one fucking funny guy . ahaks . makes me laugh my ass off . HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt reply to those other fuckers . mapek . fuck off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . out now . nothing more to sayy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113991095872719806?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113991095872719806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113991095872719806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113991095872719806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113991095872719806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/gfgh.html' title='gfgh'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113975228422959693</id><published>2006-02-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:05:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking posting . hehs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot happened i must say . as usual, some &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;happiness &lt;/span&gt;and a lil touch of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chaos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i simply dont have the fullest of my time to relate all but hey, ive really got a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;few things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to let go todayy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i , --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously laa . not much to say nor reveal . some do really piss me off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only God knows *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama's naggin also dah start to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;increase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;never study lahh . school attire lahh . dunnolahh shee .&lt;br /&gt;ughhss !&lt;br /&gt;mama's attitude is a lil different . changing sikets .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know .&lt;br /&gt;sucky day lah i must say nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually dont do this, but -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;major crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is that, it's not only on that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 buttt -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;siakk .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyohhs . this is life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VALENTINE'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;almost here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;= ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaks . nothing to be excited about actually but, i enjoyy the dayy .&lt;br /&gt;dont know why, maybe &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is better in the air on that day . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i told you . not much, really . &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no mood&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a lil &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; in herre todayy . hehs .&lt;br /&gt;just feel loike too . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--&lt;em&gt; Shazzie darl, i hope you're satisfied with my post today darrlink . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just postingg for youu and some other darlss bebeh . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/9385109-113975228422959693?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113975228422959693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113975228422959693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113975228422959693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113975228422959693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113972884158627356</id><published>2006-02-12T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:59:55.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-- the current song which, i think fits with my current situation that i'm in  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;= ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Push The Button - Sugababes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm busy throwing hints that he keeps missing&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to think about it&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna kiss and&lt;br /&gt;Everything around it but he's too distant&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel his body&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my hidden looks can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;But how obvious should a girl be?&lt;br /&gt;I was taken by the early conversation piece&lt;br /&gt;And I really like the way that he respect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting patiently for him to come and get it&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows that he can say it and I'm willing&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had my mind made up from the very beginning&lt;br /&gt;Catch this opportunity so you and me could feel it 'cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready for me boy&lt;br /&gt;You'd better push the button and let me know&lt;br /&gt;Before I get the wrong idea and go&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss the freak that I control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy showing him what he's been missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of showing off for his full attention&lt;br /&gt;My sexy ass has got him in the new dimension&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to do something to relieve this mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting patiently for him to come and get it&lt;br /&gt;He came on through and asked me if I wanted to get with him&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had my mind made up from the very beginning&lt;br /&gt;Won't miss this opportunity so you and me could feel it 'cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready for me boy&lt;br /&gt;You'd better push the button and let me know&lt;br /&gt;Before I get the wrong idea and go&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss the freak that I control &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been dropping so many hints&lt;br /&gt;You’re still not getting it&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’ve heard everything I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Where we gonna go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting patiently for him to come and get it&lt;br /&gt;He came over and asked me if I wanted to get with him&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had my mind made up from the very beginning&lt;br /&gt;Won't miss this opportunity so you and me could feel it 'cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready for me boy&lt;br /&gt;You'd better push the button and let me know&lt;br /&gt;Before I get the wrong idea and go&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss the freak that I control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113972884158627356?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113972884158627356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113972884158627356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113972884158627356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113972884158627356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-song-which-i-think-fits-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113931977548687099</id><published>2006-02-07T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:02:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hhg</title><content type='html'>okay . sorry for the "shut the piehole" days . been busy and tired . as usual .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was - OKAY . okay laa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml going to Bedok again . gonna buy another school skirt . another tappered and altered one . due to Mum's nagging, fucking PREMA's and dear Ling's . ahaks . okaylah shitt dammit . im gonna gett another one tml . confirm collect Fri, save money peh pasal . this time a lil more longer and not so the tight by a few inches . puas ati korang . for my hair, NO WAY . pls . im sick of spending my money on black hari dyee . let it be loike this, pretty pls . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking bored .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just completed my french manicure . oh la la &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i admit it my friends, you setans, ahaks . hear this out, this is what you guys have been wanting to hear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCIDENTALLY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TER - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak sengaje and dutn blame it on me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant's help me it laa . ahaks . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a message to youu -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like youu, admire youu, sooner or later love ? youu . ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if youu dont know it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even, dont hv a clue about it .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i still dont know how to say this to him . i cant find the words to . hehe !&lt;br /&gt;ill just take it slow &amp; smooth  = )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayonara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113931977548687099?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113931977548687099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113931977548687099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113931977548687099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113931977548687099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/hhg.html' title='hhg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113885649685959934</id><published>2006-02-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:33:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dfgg</title><content type='html'>didnt go to skool . woke up as usual, skali vomitted . kimeks . no need to describe . ahaks . youu wudnt want to know anyway . then gorrt stomach problem . suai laa i must say . told mama dunt wanna go school . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up just an hour ago .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was alright . had fun, ermm, fun ? with mama at Dhoby Ghaut . send my hp for service . yay ! cant wait to collect it tomorrow . asking Shaz to teman me . cause take MRT sit sit never talk . im a very talkative asshole and i need someone to talk to siaa . ahaks . now pending .  hope Shaz can make it . must be there at 7pm tomorrow . the timing to collect the hp la .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . im so bored right now . what am i supposed to do later ? what else ? study of course .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonders what's the class on now . could be Chem or Physics . HENG ARR ! ahaks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay . i really need someone to talk to now . too bad all my "crime" partners are all in school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe calling my members . wanna lepak . see how lahh . if im done wit studying or whatt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erms ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- nahh . maybe next time . not yet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just not the time yet to release it to the "press" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayonara .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113885649685959934?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113885649685959934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113885649685959934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113885649685959934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113885649685959934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/02/dfgg.html' title='dfgg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113863831196084397</id><published>2006-01-31T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:40:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fggfhfhnm</title><content type='html'>kimeks . today sucks . there was fun lepakking with frens all just now evening loike that . but there's shitt in the fucking house . i must admit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go to East Coast with Dilah all . but kenot . anothaa thing cock up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepak just now with Fateha, Taufiq &amp; Razif . there was a number of us . some went off earlier on . lepak at F &amp; T's house . ate . lepak . watched tee-vee . Razif was non-stop with his monyet monyet calling on me . gortt la this thing . lazy to tell .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway lepakking, when Razif was syiok-sendirinking with my hp camera, he told me sumone call . and guess who, IT WAS MY X . my LONG-LOST X . omigoshh . wanted to answer but .. SKALI BATT LOW SIAAAA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HANDPHONE SPOIL AGAIN . WHAT THE FUCK ?! THE 9TH TIME ? AND DONT TEL ME ILL HAVE TO GO TO DHOBY GHAUT AND SEND IT FOR SERVICE AGAIN FOR THE 4TH TIME ? WHAT THE ???&lt;br /&gt;UGGHHHSSS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to wait for his call again ? called him but failed . operator nag nag nagg  . sms'ed sayin i mean stepping i dunt know and asked who's this . never reply . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harapkan kakak's phone also NO USE . FUCKING PELOKEK TODAY . USUALLY NOT LOIKE THIS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY SHE AND MAMA MACAM-MACAM ! MACAM MACAM AZNIL lagi best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fucking people in my house . fucking irritatin . fucking noisy . mind me for my vulgaraties . but ive really got no mood and i have to spill it on here . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama is fucking noisy . been so called ... dunno . for no reason wanna slam the mouse . WENT ON SO LOUD . dunnolah just now . prefer not to talk about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say, i fucking hate myself now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck my sis . whoever . anyone who made me fucking mad just now . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously no mood . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry laa er kwn2 ako pat msn .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me or love me, i dont give a fuck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113863831196084397?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113863831196084397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113863831196084397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113863831196084397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113863831196084397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/fggfhfhnm.html' title='fggfhfhnm'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113844990190052675</id><published>2006-01-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:05:01.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hhg</title><content type='html'>bapak kau bapak kau bapak kau BAPAK KAU BAPAK KAU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL WHAT MAMA SAYS . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVRYTHING MUST INCLUDE HIM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW THAT IT'S FUCKING CHEE-BYE IRRITATIN ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKOTKAN ATI ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHSS !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113844990190052675?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113844990190052675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113844990190052675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113844990190052675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113844990190052675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/hhg.html' title='hhg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113806760364378904</id><published>2006-01-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:46:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trhyfth</title><content type='html'>okay okay . im wondering of any fucking explanations for all this shits . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school, things started very suai one . woke up 20 mins late . i know 20 mins only but still, i will start to panic one . summoh the bus i catch the timing already, 1 miss of the bus, too bad will be late for school and kena detention . bus nO. 9 timing i tell youu, suck &lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt; . kena nagg with mama . totally forgot bout EZ-Link card . halfway on the journey to the bustop, called home and asked maid to pass me . she also gone lost . cannot find me . wait and wait and there she was . shoe cover torn . be prepared for the worst . i walked loike &lt;em&gt;"ehem ehem"&lt;/em&gt; sia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, during silent reading, i thought everything will be alright and no more hot soups . too bad, Heng called me ask me to go to the foyer . &lt;em&gt;sial&lt;/em&gt; uhhx . summoh SILENT reading . i told him later2 he kenot waitt . and what the hell, walk all the way to the foyer and everyone looked at me . my next-door-neighbouring class frens all ask where and why and where . i also dunno . i asked Heng, keep asking and asking but he said just go . uggghhss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joined my other classmates at the foyer . all the disruptive pupil haha . all the notty notty ones la . almost figured what's happening . &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; spot checked all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah blah . the "head of attire" caught me . my shoe my skirt my whatever . you guys see . called for another reason and now, ANOTHER reason come out . attire and all lah . aiyohhsss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoe TORN . ABSOLUTELY . what i can see is my sock ! gosshh .&lt;br /&gt;dont expect me to walk around like that lahh ? summoh gortt assembly in the afternoon . uggghhs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling called mum . mum at school . blah blah blah final, sent home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took taxi . chatted with the driver . this frenly indian driver . young2 one . he was wondering why i was going home . talk and talk . skali i realise extra $1 . aiyahhs . i forgot . peak hours . got 5 bucks only . mama supposed to give 10 bucks but she got no small notes . total was $5.20 ? so i told him blah blah n i told him to drop me outside no need to go in carpark . thank you uncle = ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny so worried . blah blah blah . went to shop . buy egg and sum currypuffs for my larling granny . found out one of the shopkeepers herre is an X-student in my school . wees ! tok and tok with him summoh . he tot i &lt;em&gt;cabot&lt;/em&gt; skool . great uncle . cool uhhx . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a few &lt;em&gt;smokes&lt;/em&gt; in at one corner . stress stress .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people all see me one kind . they confirm think i &lt;em&gt;cabot&lt;/em&gt; school . haiyohhs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herre i am . mum called . tell this and that . im gonna get lecture lessons tonite . be prepared . called Joey and she was in class . Mummy's Boy's lesson . tried to call Dilah but i think she change number . wanna ask these gerls what happened cause just now they all also wit me at the foyer . nuthin to do . hahs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get itt . cause yesterday went back home late . all worried . all thought i go where . mama called school and ask all . Joey happened to call home cause my hp off and kenot receive call nor sms also cause prep8's left wit 0 cents . hees . and mama ask this and that . i was at school all the way siaaa ... then at 7pm went home . topped up my prepaid card ferst at Afgan . then so on lahh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno kena detention anot tml . haizz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no mood siaa . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113806760364378904?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113806760364378904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113806760364378904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113806760364378904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113806760364378904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/trhyfth.html' title='trhyfth'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113793941484001515</id><published>2006-01-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:44:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gfg</title><content type='html'>nuthin to say . came back from a BBQ pit at Aloha chalet just now . went wit mama and one cuzzie of mine . boring lah we there . a BBQ of sumone im far related with and dunt know ? i mean dunt know the other, other, realtives of theirs ? we jalan2 onli chit chat chit . neva eat so much . no mood . tirred lah . mendakk summoh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havinn plans in changing the blogg skinn .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuthin much . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that - DAD'S IN THE HOUSE . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how "cool" is that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more .. discussing wit mommay about tml's Court Hearing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizz ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever lahh .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dowanna come out of the room .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113793941484001515?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113793941484001515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113793941484001515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113793941484001515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113793941484001515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/gfg.html' title='gfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113757604345732290</id><published>2006-01-18T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:58:57.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hgfhg</title><content type='html'>caks ! hehs . came bck from school just an hour ago . watched tv and here i am .&lt;br /&gt;went to Bedok just now . buy sch uniform n skirt all . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna thank this beautiful laydee for &lt;em&gt;teman -ing&lt;/em&gt; me to Bedok just now . thanks for the endurance of the rain, the crowded bustop and all . ako bkan ape lahh but, very rare wanna find this type of beautiful people . i apppreciate it Feasa . Macehh !&lt;/em&gt;  = ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . okay if ure reading konferm u will deny and all . hahs . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i keep listenin to this Leon's song, - &lt;em&gt;Saling Merindu . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms . &lt;em&gt;dh lame peh lame dwnld . skg nk dengar baleks .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nvms .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now at school . Mdm Hasrita blowed up siaxx . nagging n stuffs . the boys lah . abodens . nuthin much lahh . had fun at maths , as usual . Mr Helmi teach easy to understan . summoh young young teacher . &lt;em&gt;tu &lt;/em&gt;uhhx . &lt;em&gt;baju&lt;/em&gt; Valentino siotts . toked nonsense wit Aisyah and Naz . kekek sehh . watched porn n other videos wit Feasa during Physics . ahaks ! nuthin betta to do . Feasa wants to bluetooth this "cursed gal" video .. wahh .. videos nowadays .. &lt;em&gt;ishh ish ishh&lt;/em&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuthin much lahh . really bored now . bathin laterr . studyy again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae nevaa study summoh ! my partner was the bed AGAIN . slept n woke up at 5am . bath and all . extra dollin up . &lt;em&gt;sempat&lt;/em&gt; use comp for awhile at 6am . hahs . got time what, so .. &lt;em&gt;apelagi &lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btws . TML GOING NYP !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my heart uhhx, * &lt;em&gt;Duk Duk Duk ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaharrharrs ! but excited lahh . cause it's a so called excursion . mweeess = ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today plannin to go Online . long time never chat and all . see how lah . that depends if i never fall aslip again . hehs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill keep the rest in my heart &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113757604345732290?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113757604345732290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113757604345732290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113757604345732290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113757604345732290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/hgfhg.html' title='hgfhg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113748302991740029</id><published>2006-01-17T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:52:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fgtghg</title><content type='html'>here i am again . hello guys ! had another funny day at school . macam2 kerenah .&lt;br /&gt;just came back from school . im so tired . my stomach hurts now, for the laughters i had just now in school . im gonna tell you bout this Doraemon-look-a-like classmate of mine, you know what i mean .. it was during POA lesson, a 2hr period lesson . the teacher thought she's with us on the 2nd period, not the 1st period which, that time was . we were all &lt;em&gt;hooligan-ing&lt;/em&gt; around .. i was out and in of the toilet . i loitered around the corridors, pasing by all classes and saying hello n bye n hello bye bye . hahs . we were all having fun . it was when i entered the class , that Doraemon, being a very notorious one, i caught him lying on THE TEACHER'S TABLE, EXACTLY posing loike a SUPERMODEL ! i burst into all kinds of laughters loike fuck . the boys was loike, WTF ?! and i asked him in malay, &lt;em&gt;"are you sumkind of a playboy model or sumthing ?"&lt;/em&gt; and all of them burst into laughters totally loike HELL . &lt;em&gt;Only God knows .. Masyallah !&lt;/em&gt; that doraemon mcm siott sakk ktawe .. omigoshh ... i called him a playboy model due to his very "pinkish" brain with all this porno stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out the corridors &lt;em&gt;chwee2&lt;/em&gt; for the principal and other school staffs . other teachers next door closed the doors cause we too TOO noisy . and of course, HAVIN FUN . there was one time where everyone was so loud n i saw MRS LAU ! DENG DENG DENG ---- THE VICE PRINCIPAL ! ahaks ! i alerted them and all of us ran n panic loike &lt;em&gt;tikus kena keja giant !&lt;/em&gt; we &lt;em&gt;step&lt;/em&gt; quiet but, NOBODY, NOT HER, came . ahaks . all carried on lah . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot lah happened .. some boys listened to their MP3 with the lagu &lt;em&gt;jiwangs&lt;/em&gt;, most watch porn on their hp .. gerls chattin as usual .. i observed them very carefully .. half of the class take Art . so in this POA class got little students lah . it was when the bell rang and the teacher came .. SPOIL MOOD LAH ! ughhh ! and there comes POA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had FT period . Assembly for uppa seks dunt have . only for the lower seks . blah blah blah, disturb Chucky, had a talk with the Chinese guys, had another fun time with Feasa again and -- the bell rang . weeeeessss ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otw outta the school, took a peek of the LS assembly . the CCA Clubs promotin themselves . i heard my fav techno music and that was what lured me to the hall's gallery on top . called all my frens to comma see what's up . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drama club putin up this LOVE story show . aiyohhh . a lot sia.. all of the other uppa seks at the gallery wit us was loike " WEEEEEWWWITTT !" and so on .. love story so so - dunnolah . commit sucide in the end . aiyohhs . haha ! then there was a lil touch of romance . not so the romance lah but u know .. summoh to the lower seks sia ! too young anots ? hahas ! if uppa seks can lahh . hahas . nvm lahs . enjoy lahh they all . &lt;em&gt;macam2&lt;/em&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home .. took 9 .. and here i am . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhs . didnt watch DIA yesterday . after studyin yesterday, my bed was my partner for the rest of the time . nvm i know what will and what's happenin already . Indo finished showing already . and read the TV's sypnosis . hee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms . must studyy again later . bathe first . ask my maid to make a hot tea for me or sumthink .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss &lt;em&gt;lepak -ing &lt;/em&gt; . still .. sutdy study study . ill see how la .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll keep the rest in my heart &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113748302991740029?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113748302991740029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113748302991740029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113748302991740029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113748302991740029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/fgtghg.html' title='fgtghg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113739878579293044</id><published>2006-01-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:28:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fggf</title><content type='html'>aloha ! i guess im back then . say hiatus only. &lt;em&gt;padahal&lt;/em&gt; for awhile .. nyehes . hmms . had a FUNNY FUNNY - TEARY EYED day at school . LAUGHED like HELL ! hahaha . says to Feasa - &lt;em&gt; (if you're readin) ko ingat tk Feasa, ape sik CHUCKY bobal,&lt;/em&gt; " NOOUUUUEEE ! " muahahahs . a lot lahh . veri damn funny . i was the laughin hyena of the class today and some other classmates of mine looked at me and was lyke "WHAT THE?!" .. enjoyed it lahh . it's been long since i last laugh like that . enjoyed laughing with you babe = )) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now just came back from school . "repairing" my hp's memory card . shits lahh . Motorola .. what do you expect ? But the MP3's fucking good . Nokia's still the bestin sms'in and other things connected with GPRS stuffs .. well, never give up . still trying though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessaaaarr = ))  everyone's fav show is todayyy ! - DIA . must must watch . i pray hard that Fifi is admitted to the Mental Hospital or sumthing lah . ALHAMDULILLAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to NYP this Thurs . SHIT SHITS SHITSS . mommay's skool . know some people there . not much . 2 loike that.  ughh . ermms ... nevermind ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studyin later . just checking my mail and stuffs . thought of bloggin in .. just had the mood too . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing much to say . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd rather keep them in my heart &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113739878579293044?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113739878579293044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113739878579293044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113739878579293044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113739878579293044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/fggf.html' title='fggf'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113649200321170964</id><published>2006-01-06T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:53:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadwr</title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG IS CURRENTLY ON HIATUS . THANKS TO SCHOOL IM SMOLLEY BUSY N TIRED . &lt;br /&gt;WILL TRY TO UPDATE ASAP . THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDIN N SOLLAI  ( =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113649200321170964?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113649200321170964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113649200321170964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113649200321170964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113649200321170964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2006/01/sadwr.html' title='sadwr'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113386816819050068</id><published>2005-12-06T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:58:56.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fdgfg</title><content type='html'>went outt just now with mommay. bored n nuthin to do so follow mommay lah. saw a lot of ccss gerls. HELLO =)) lolx all the seniors &amp; juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Juvenile Court at Chinatown &lt;em&gt;teman&lt;/em&gt; mommay to check sumthang that has got to do with her &lt;em&gt;X husband&lt;/em&gt;. sumthang to do with warrant arrest n &lt;em&gt;saman&lt;/em&gt; lyddedatt. good for him lah. =)) took the MRT there n saw a weird looking pregnant woman, with a TOTALLY OVERSIZED tummy, untidy looking, long hair, veryyy scary siaa. the &lt;em&gt;mat&lt;/em&gt; sitting beside her asso looked a lil freaked outt siaa. mommay and i thot she &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt;  possessed or sumthangg. * shrugss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure what tyme we reached at the court. &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; spot check n scanned all..&lt;br /&gt;mommay did her job.. quite fast, just a lil talk with the warrant officer i think and some other people. i was jealous a lil by seing those lawyers in their black suite and all lookin so smart. being a lawyer is one of my dreams. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to &lt;em&gt;jalan2 &lt;/em&gt; at chinatown at this particular mall. we took brochures,a  lot of them about 1 stack, thicker then our exam papers hehs. we so &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; coz we &amp; sum of our relatives are planning to go on a holiday together. We usually go together. Bangkok, Sibu Island, KL n many more. My heart is more attracted to Bangkok haha ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we made our way back to Tampines to &lt;em&gt;jalan2&lt;/em&gt; and buy some stuffs. took the MRT. we tol NEL. We were in this paticular barrack where there were this two fucking bitches wanna &lt;em&gt;step2&lt;/em&gt; n all lahh.. i hated them fucking much coz they made fun outta MY MOMMAY ! they were laughing n laughing lyke hell. i was standin, no seats available excpet mommay, who was sitting beside them. I was okay with them until when mommay sat beside them. Due to mommay's size sitting beside them, they laughed lyke shitt, VERY LOUD LYKE HELL N EVERYONE WAS FUCKIN LOOKIN. i knew what they were talkin bout coz they looked at mommmay n laughed n laughed. my blood up siaa. MY mommay &lt;em&gt;tao&lt;/em&gt; ! Imagine if that was ur mommay.. of course u &lt;em&gt;mengamok &lt;/em&gt; rite... they looked at me lyke they dunt like.. there came thier whispers.. watmore ? i i fucking stared at them... they did dare to stare back.. n when they both alight from the MRT, and i was standing at the entrance door, &lt;em&gt;apelagek&lt;/em&gt; stare and dunt give chance.. i didnt give a damn... i didnt even bother to make space for them to alight... they were too scared to stare one on one, the fucking &lt;em&gt;gigi jongang &lt;/em&gt; was too nervous that she was starin aimlessly everywhere here n there when we made eye contact.. the other bitch was lookin down all the way.. hell yeaa... complained to mommay.. but mommay so relaxed unlike her dotta.. haha complainin n plannin this and that, mumbling all the way.. until the malay adult n her bro or bf sittin beside mommay the face expression was lyke " hurh ? ohh..oh.." listeninn lah tu i tink.. LOL.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alighted at Tampines n went to CS.. went to Montip to buy sum stuffs for myself.. then went to Shop &amp; Save to buy groceries all... bot mayy delicious food this tyme.. coz.. i pay also what.. haha $6 ONLY ! wakakas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wentt home straight after that.. actually planned to eat.. then pity mommay so.. go home lahh... n herre i am just finished eating ice-cream &amp; watchin Jimmy Neutron as usual.. he's sooo cute ! HEHS ! a kid in me !...very tiring today.. legs aching... still wondering when lah is my ulcer gonna be alright... or betta still, GONE. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suwittdreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113386816819050068?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113386816819050068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113386816819050068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113386816819050068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113386816819050068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2005/12/fdgfg_06.html' title='fdgfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113376174914687523</id><published>2005-12-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:55:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fggfh</title><content type='html'>hello hello hello ladies &amp; gentlemen !&lt;br /&gt;hehs. as i planned just now, herre i am, eatin Toblerone and on the net after a refreshing bath. wees = )) actually the Tobby was for &lt;em&gt;Tok Jah&lt;/em&gt;, but she kenot ehk no she dunt take susu lah coz of her sickness i think. so i &lt;em&gt;kebas &lt;/em&gt;lah ! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in Habbo chattin with my sishta lupp Wati. as usual, a lot of &lt;em&gt;gurauans&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha kekek lahh. n goshh, my teeth hurts. 2 ulcers. 1 big 1 small. grrr wanna eat asso painn = X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing. strange. i dunt usually hear them but i know, if i can hear, i know it will be for me. n so was it.&lt;br /&gt;it was a call from Keciq's mum. guess what ? 1 week already, and she's not home. GOSH ! this small biatch is sick in the arse man ! hurrhh.... i dunno what happened to her.. her mum told my granny she can &lt;em&gt;terbayang&lt;/em&gt; her dotta &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; throw in the &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; siaa.. * shrugs i seriously dunno why lah she did this. &lt;em&gt;merajuk&lt;/em&gt; ker.. i dunno.. k lah.. this is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was on Tue when she came to &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; at my house. turn outt to be a sleepovaa thang. we didnt sleep till 4am in the mawn.. she played games.. smoked.. mcm2 lah detu. woke up in the mawn at 10. she knew that on that day ill be meetin my mommay at Bugis @ 5 lyydart to buy this shirt lah. she wanted to follow. i told her kol your mum ferst. she did kol lah, but that was b4 she had the heart to go to Bugis. so at 3pm sumthang lyddaat i siap. i bathe n makeup lahh. while gettin ready, i told her to kol her mum. then she told me she call already. n that was WHEN I FOUND OUT that the mother, ACTUALLY  NOT at &lt;br /&gt;hm, nobody answered. she told me when we were in the MRT. it was 4 plus lyddat. reached there, walk2, went to the ladies n sat at the staircase opposite Topshop. as usual lah she wit her thangs.&lt;br /&gt;And our conversation goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keciq: Mak ko sampai kol baper dok ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sabalah.. org busy. nanti dier dah sampai dier picet ako.&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;Me:Asal ?&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: Tkder ako de 20 ketul pat ako tng ako nie skg..ako tk tao pe nk belik..&lt;br /&gt;Me: * confused*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i memba that i checked her wallet that yesterday to see her Neoprints n saw no $$$ at all. N she asked me for money for the busfare n all thinking that she would go home that day but turned out to be a sleepovaa as i said. SHE TOLD ME SHE GOT NO MONEY. My granny overheard and gave her 2 bucks. And at the MRT i saw her EZ-link card value got 2 bucks plus. SHE TOLD ME CARD NO VALUE WHAT ? I just kept quiet. No questions asked. I smell a rat. Coming back to my senses.. &lt;em&gt;(Cheh senses sehh !)&lt;/em&gt; LOL !&lt;br /&gt;I went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ehk ko kate ko tkder duit... Sal ko aper stim kater ko de duit ? 20 ketul lagek ?!&lt;br /&gt;Keciq:Yalah i got what ! ko tk ingat per ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh bueh siol ! ne ko de kater ? Nenek ako dh kasek ko duit... ko SENDIRI KATER KO TKDER DUIT ? pe gina ?&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: Yelah ako ader.. err...err&lt;br /&gt;Me: *followed by my anger* ckp tol tol uhhx !!!&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: *in her fucking irritatin tone* yelah !! btol !&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Blood up to the max* Woi pompan ! asal ko belit sial ckp ! ckp tol tol arhhkk! &lt;br /&gt;Keciq: YELAH ! BUT...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sudah ar ! diam ar sial ko ! macam2 ar ko.. &lt;br /&gt;Keciq: *insists on shutting up her pie hole* YELAH !&lt;br /&gt;Me: arhh shut up lah ! i know whats happening already ! I HATE YOUR TONE DO YOU KNOW THAT ? &lt;br /&gt;Keciq: ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhkk ko.. melepas.. i was so angry.. cause this reminded me of my lost 10 bucks. i knew it was her who took it. last tyme story lahh.. got 30 bucks in my wallet. 20 bucks for class BBQ. 10 bucks for me. then hilang. Keciq suddenly appeared wit more cigarettes. WEIRD LIKE ? dunnolah......already happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was silence. but things went normal very fast. used to it i guess. argue like sisters already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitt for mommay den mommay called. met her at the entrance. went to Bugis Street n spend about 20 mins looking for that shop. i forgot lah ! hahas. until hott. fucked up a lil but mommay told me to be patient. slowly. hahs. at last dpt. got it n plan to go home. met Audy, Keciq's old memba. The guy, and the other group of classmtes n skoolmates she mixes with last tyme. N where i was ter-included in their riot and we were screened by the &lt;em&gt;ampais&lt;/em&gt; at Ubi. N also, the growing of Keciq's police cases. &lt;br /&gt;Then made our way back to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;Keciq goes... (as usual in her irritatin tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keciq: Eh iqah ! mak ko nk blah ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yelah aboh ! nk gik maner lagek ?&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: Alah ! ako pike nk shopping belik bende2.. tapi..arhh ! tkper tkper uhhx !&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mak ako kan aruu balek Poly, orang belajar katerkan...sorrie arhk.. i tot u noe sehh..tapi.. i hope u un_stan.. tujuan ako ngn mak ako turon sini nk belik ni baju yng dh lamer ako nk belik tapi mak ako postpone..lagekpon..mak ako dh penat lah wehh..&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: *jelings n makes a &lt;em&gt;MASAM&lt;/em&gt; FACE. as usual..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sal ?&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: Then me ? ko blang ako ko nk antar ako balek all the way per ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya i did, but i PROMISED you to BEDOK MRT only ???&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: You PROMISED me all the way to my home what ???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh hello ? i promise to hantar to Bedok but no until there ???? jgn bueh macam2 lah !&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: Arhh.. TAK PAYAH AR !&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lantak ko lah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i did promise her to hantar her to Bedok MRT. macam2 uhhx dier..&lt;br /&gt;dunnolah..the way she walk, &lt;em&gt;bukak kepak &lt;/em&gt;, i know already. hurhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the MRT.. sumthang occured wit me n mommay.. haha funny lah. but Keciq was wit her &lt;em&gt;MASAM&lt;/em&gt;  face... my mommay, a very selfess momm hu neva fails to give a treat to my frens or mu older sister's frens when we go  out together, told Keciq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommay: Sorrylah Radhiyah... Cik penat lah.. Selalu cik blanje kalo kwn2 iqah keluar dengan us... next tyme im free i tell iqah to call you n we go out n i belanje k ?&lt;br /&gt;Keciq: *Nods head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i and mommay looked at each other. mommay tot Keciq &lt;em&gt;majok&lt;/em&gt; cause of her not giving her any treats or what. i told mommay what happened. mommay told me just ignore these type of pple.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she dropped at Eunos.. think shes taking bus there. salam my mum n me all.. blah..&lt;br /&gt;me n mommay carried on lah.. made our way back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since that day, that day was when she was reported missing. sumkind of missing lah. Eloped from home. the 2nd time i think. yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the story. Im not sure if she &lt;em&gt;merajok&lt;/em&gt; wit me or what.&lt;br /&gt;Coz that day she promised me to change n try to turn over a new leaf lah.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was mad or sumthang n she did this.&lt;br /&gt;dunnolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Allah Knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just now, toked to her mum n all &lt;em&gt;pecah lobang&lt;/em&gt;. coz anything the mum contact me n we shar2 stories. hahs. alot lah story bout this lil &lt;em&gt;dajal&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i dutn wish to spit it out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kesah lamer... dah happened..jelak..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.  wonder where she is. n what happened to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*May she be in the safe road. May Allah protect her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suwittdreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113376174914687523?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113376174914687523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113376174914687523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113376174914687523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113376174914687523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2005/12/fggfh.html' title='fggfh'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113370441979304739</id><published>2005-12-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:45:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fdgd</title><content type='html'>since ive got nothing to do, i guess im postinn. what else ?&lt;br /&gt;im wastin time to 10. lookinn foward to watch Sleepy Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;i really love that. a LEGEND. ive watched it a lot of times. hahs. Hallmark if im not wrong, Chnl 5.. n here i go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if Keciq's at home. or back at home.&lt;br /&gt;i pity the mum sehh. anak lari rumah.. haiz.. maybe she merajuk wit me.. i dunt noe.&lt;br /&gt;long story lah.. she slept at my house. her mum, my godmum, really trusted me. if only i didnt talk to her mother bout her sleepin herre at my house, she wudnt have the green light to. now, she abused that trust, n here she goes again with her devil ways escape from home..torn.. gosh..im sick of this life.. that life of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jelak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, mmng lah dier anak angkat tapi...&lt;br /&gt;i really dunt know what to say. ive really took her as my younger sis, scolded her, warned her, argued with her at TM, almost kena slap but still, despite all these, she still goes with her &lt;em&gt;essai&lt;/em&gt;.. hurh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sudalah..rentak ko lah dajal..kalo mak ko dh letak ko pat home..slamat arr..mak ko dh kasek ko bynk chance siaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woopsie. it;s almost 10 soon. i betta go sound my sis i wanna watch. LOL&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i can post more.&lt;br /&gt;really. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sweetdreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113370441979304739?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113370441979304739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113370441979304739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113370441979304739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113370441979304739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2005/12/fdgd.html' title='fdgd'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-113360908782366798</id><published>2005-12-03T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:48:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fdgfg</title><content type='html'>at last, finally im fuckin postinn.&lt;br /&gt;well, who cares ? who would wanna read my posts all day...&lt;br /&gt;if there is, i thank you. i really appreciate itt.&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic, yeah, it's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;im really not enjoying them, except for those late night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i hate waking up in the mawn', it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;for quite a lot of us girls, if you share it wit me, it's really irritatin to wake up in the mawn' wit our oily face.&lt;br /&gt;feels sooo uncomfortable.. it will make me go to the toilet to wash upp.. even though how TIRED i feel. * yucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got a lot of thangs going onn these days.&lt;br /&gt;uncountable.&lt;br /&gt;not coz of my period lah. but. just like this. didnt get my period this month. &lt;br /&gt;YAY = ))&lt;br /&gt;had a major crush. &lt;br /&gt;cried. A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;blowed up.&lt;br /&gt;argueed.&lt;br /&gt;got more rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;moody swings.&lt;br /&gt;vulgarative. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;demanding.&lt;br /&gt;not being patient.&lt;br /&gt;impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;on top of all, i HATE my dad.. i hav to say dad, cos he's still my dad.&lt;br /&gt;im PROUD to say, it's a shameful thang to hav a dad lyke him.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go somewhere far away and have a good SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;a REAL one.&lt;br /&gt;any ideas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, as a 14 yr old, i told myself, it's okay..&lt;br /&gt;life GOES on.. never ending.&lt;br /&gt;ull have to have faith in &lt;em&gt;Allah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;evry teen evryone hav problems. not only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, when i think of all those rich pple.. those lucky lucky ones, i will go haywire.. n.. there i go again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let skip this topic. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's okay.&lt;br /&gt;i dropped.&lt;br /&gt;2E2 all the way to 3E5.&lt;br /&gt;*applause*&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;see how im slacking ?&lt;br /&gt;my "close" friends are stayinn at E2.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care. at leasst more girls from other classes are joinin mee.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hidop mesti independent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive really gotta buck up.&lt;br /&gt;iMUST change, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;MUST.&lt;br /&gt;not TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone of you ot there who thinks im posting shit, the X button is always waitng for you. *To you know who   -iREALLY hateYOU. &lt;br /&gt;tryy to get in my fucking shoes then.&lt;br /&gt;FEELit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got a lot more to say.&lt;br /&gt;ALL thatHAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;just feel that it's not important to tell.&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of skool next year, -gotME feelinEXCITED to start a whole new mop.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of skool next year, -gotME feelinDOWN too. *for some personal reasons. *cant they just shut up, n GO AWAY ?&lt;br /&gt;how i wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` sweetdreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-113360908782366798?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/113360908782366798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=113360908782366798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113360908782366798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/113360908782366798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2005/12/fdgfg.html' title='fdgfg'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9385109.post-112720389425888729</id><published>2005-09-20T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:47:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dfsgd</title><content type='html'>juz came bck frem skool...&lt;br /&gt;im so sleepy ! i really am... damn... nowadaes asek2 pnattt jekk.. haiz...tetido pt klass pon de..rabak kan... kene kejot ngn cekgu anyk kali...dunnolah...really tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual...Habbo now.. hehehe ! &lt;br /&gt;lt8 goin to get ready.. im goinn to BEP's concert ! yipees ! all tx ti mahh aunttiee ! nyahahas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had DnT...i h8 DNT FER GOD'S SAKE  ! arrghh..do dis wooden toy lah..ntahlah..im doin da Kissing Couple..sooo suwwitt sia.. but very, very challengin one fer a lazy person lyke me at DnT...hehehe..nvm lah..slow2..still got a lot to do...relekk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den recess..drank Green Tea as usual...sumthinn happen which made me thinkin "Y da hell does dat dude followed me frem behind n starin at em since i stepped in dis skool ??? " id rathaaa not tell... Bachinn btol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had free period...afta recesslah..Mrs Goh came...but her lesson she tk dntg..got sumthin i tink...Completed my designer doll's makeup...touch up a lil'... dis artt thang..he he ! not to praise mahhself but it was indeed so nice mahh fwens looked at it ova n ova again..abu all...lolx..tnxx 2 Mama &amp; mahhself ! lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da lessons carried on..had assembly...show from aper arts ntahh...sponsor Health Promotion Board lah bout eatin fer gud health all...went to BK...tman kwn japp...i ate da Old Chang Kee's Curry O...okaeelah..dulu mnat skg tk sngt...dorang staebck sal satu hal nie...i went home...deyy tlng tman wait fer mahh n0. 9 to cumm.. lat8 goin BEP's dats y i decided not to staebck l8....ttkde mood lagek..pening...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama sekk suwoh gik Doc...mlz..takot...hehe ! yelah nanti tu long thang dat thang lah..ermm... lyke a long tube go inside ur nose n check wats inside all..gelikk siott ! nyahahas. ill think boout it lah... c if my sinus cumm bck..migrane dh...tu lah iqah...sap okok lagek..sap lagek..aiyohhh...but gud thin...im not a regular..im not addicted...juz dat ...wen my membaz offa i take..kwn kasek tkkn nk reject kan ! n im not those typeooss hu nidsss them evrytyme..evry dae... hahahz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah... outz.. mayb wanna slip...&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzZzzzz.... *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385109-112720389425888729?l=bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/feeds/112720389425888729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385109&amp;postID=112720389425888729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/112720389425888729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385109/posts/default/112720389425888729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweet-sins.blogspot.com/2005/09/dfsgd.html' title='dfsgd'/><author><name>Iqahh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139891855565450027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
