<?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-14184135</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:40:03.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, la peaceful melodies.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>450</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-5511672985823658096</id><published>2007-10-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:45:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think even my bedok view juniors are more matured. Kesian. Hahahaha now that tickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all lovelies sitting for O/Alevels! Breathe in, baca Bismillah and insya Allah you'll do fine! Especially to fad, this is really the biggest thing, i'm praying for you to do well and enter uni ok, the final lap, remember.. the final lap. Date after alevels (: *hugs* Pray and doa faithfully ok? I love you a lot a lot though i know i was shit busy with promos about two weeks ago. But as promised.. after your alevels(and my stupid project work), we'll catch up, together with chris (: And farah alsagoff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come i gigit fawah for floorballing too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5511672985823658096?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5511672985823658096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5511672985823658096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5511672985823658096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5511672985823658096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-even-my-bedok-view-juniors-are.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1467054204845512958</id><published>2007-10-27T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:22:03.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it necessary still to even be your friend if i was "never a good friend"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think you've said too much already. Cutting off ties is never necessary but i don't see why i should laugh and say hello again after never being a good friend. After you said i was "never a good friend". You were the first that i've opened up so much to and the first that i've drawn the line with too. Answer, who was the one who apologised the last huge misunderstanding we had after a month long pause? Who told the other off about more than 6 times, who? Haven't i given in so much after you've told me off, being rude to me after so many times? "You can stay in your little hole and rot", would you stay in your little whole and rot? Is it wise to say fuck you or fuck off to a friend? And despite that i actually thought you were such a good friend. And despite that also you still dared say you were never a good friend as if you know the exact definition of a good friend. In case you do, do you say fuck you to your good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it still necessary, i ask again, to remain friends after you've said fuck off to me more than thrice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does a good friend secretly wish for the other to flop in their studies? And to think that you always said that you'd always be there. It is okay if you told me nicely that maybe you needed some space and had enough listening to my rants and ramblings. It is okay cos i'd rather that than having you find it all very "fucking irritating".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was two too much compared to five? And out of the five, two were my close friends and anything that i said to both parties i had to cater to both you and their feelings, haven't you ever thought how tough that was? It really is fine if you're not thankful about my prayers for you but you need not be so rude to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you wake the other up when you think he/she is in the wrong path. But was all that constant fuckety fuck needed? I am seventeen, you could just talk to me about how you felt nicely and maturely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know Wtf is xxx, have i? Or must i repeat "you can stay in your little hole and rot"? Or did i say to each his own? I think i said the latter most of the times. Was i being the one who just "have to fucking insult stuff that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have rationally think is better than the other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, you dedicated a whole entry for me but one day you shall read it again, one day i hope you read your messages you sent to me again. And i really hope one day you could be in my shoes and understand whatever that's behind this. There is so much i wish you'd realise but i know you're just seeing that little scope. And when you do, well when you do i have nothing to say. I'm tired of 'burying the hatchet' again when you did not really 'buried the hatchet' the last time we agreed to do. And i'm tired to always be the one apologising just so that our friendship stays strong. And despite that i'm still never a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what i'm very tired of? Of always giving excuses why you're being rude to me everytime, giving excuses why you're always telling me off, giving excuses why we always argue about things, giving excuses why despite of every shit you're still a good friend, giving excuses why i should always stoop so low and constantly apologising just so that our friendship will last and very much, giving excuses on how everyday is a bad day for you that's why you're acting like that. Maybe you should try understanding me, cos i have been trying to understand you for the past 4-5 years. Perhaps i have failed many times but i kept on trying, however it's reached a limit when you asked me to "fuck off girl". Ask yourself, are you worth being anyone else's friend for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should 'fucking wake up already and realise how you fucking affect people". Me for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1467054204845512958?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1467054204845512958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1467054204845512958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1467054204845512958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1467054204845512958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-necessary-still-to-even-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-7403859723899250918</id><published>2007-10-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:13:47.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww, today was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's begin with yesterday. Finally met the As yesterday for lunch though syaz came quite late. The initial plan was to take care of my little kids but my sister told me that they'll be leaving soon anyway so hurhur sidetracked to pasir ris. Had cavana for lunch and chatted for two hours about the mother of all random things. Talked about how some people have been such assholes, talked about what khursus rumah tangga realllllyyyyyyyy teaches married couples, talked about how orang asli proves to us all that we aren't exactly civilised. Hur. It was tummy-filling, afterwhich i had ben&amp;amp;jerrys which was once again, awesome. We headed for pasir ris beach next and i realised the beach there sucks hahaha i don't know it could be that terrible, i was... very bothered. Everything was getting to me hahaha first we couldn't get a proper seat hahaha but found one anyway, next it was just so macam panas there so i felt so icky. But pictures were taken and we were happy after that hahaha. Ane' came after that, but by then i was exhausted already so most of the times i just listened hahahaha. I hope afee wasn't too worried about hizkil (: and i wish we could spend more time togetherrrrrrr ): buhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was splendid bcos we had the very belated birthday lunch for kamilah hahaha. Met astrid sweetie at about 12 noon and headed for marina square and as usual the other two kids were late(i'm not that bad afterall). We shopped shopped while waiting hehehehe and my fingers and eyes gatal and got hooked to quite a few things. A very pretty black hoodie from topshop which i'm still thinking about after i bought 12 donuts for my family hahahahah. A floral printed silk belt from topshop also and many many countless zara tops and bags that i can just dying. But thanks to myself for being a student earning no cash, I have to settle with a perfume from topshop hahaha but the fragrance is really sweet uhuhm, astrid got her mommy a birthday present - owl earrings(super cool k).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the girls after that and headed for seoul garden. It was quite kecoh at first cos there was some rombongan hahahahahaha and the place was really crowded with them. We nearly got the comfy seat but thanks to the rombongan people we had to shift to like the centre of all mother centres. Hahahaha but whatever it was okay still. Lots and lots of laughter and awesome food there and now i'm feeling really bloated. Hahahah many kental pental pictures. It was very fun with the sweeties, they're like my favourite tpjcians hahaha (: best!! so after lunch we walked around again, actually specifically in search of ben&amp;amp;jerrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking, walking and walking when........ my head turned. And i saw.. i saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUTTONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahahahahhahahhahahahahaha, i faced front and went shit was that the two insane boys who accompanied me thru the nights before promos??!!?!! Hahahahah!!!!!!! Kamilah walked fast to me when she saw and we were shrieking like hell hahahahahaha i dont know why but we love muttons so much cos they never fail to make us laugh till we tear. Hahhahaa so we were like "shit, let's take picture let's let's let's ah!!!!!!" Hahahahah but it was kind of weird cos they're like no biggie superstars.. just.. radio DJs!!! Hahhahaha wth man we were chasing after them and everytime we were 2 metres away we slowed down and went "nak tak nak tak???" then they were 4 metres away -_- then we chased again, then "nak tak nak tak???" again. Then they wee 4 metres away -_____- hahahaha. We ended up asking them to snap a picture with us weeeheeeeee hahahahahhaaha my favourite djs (: I think that was like the highlight of the day lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, hahahaaha now i'm getting excited to look at the pictures so i'm hoping that astrid bacin send me them soon. And abee buzz buzz send me the pictures of yesterday to me via hotmail can? Love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i learn that when i am full, i refuse to talk hahahahahahhahahahahaha i am such a pig omg hahahahahaha. And today i learn that i cannot burp even tho i'm shit full. And my loudest burp is like, shit also. The day i burp very loudly with commuters turning and looking at me.. will be the day i achieve something hahahahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night i had two very retarded dreams about a few tpjcians. Ok now i want to watch tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-7403859723899250918?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7403859723899250918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=7403859723899250918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7403859723899250918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7403859723899250918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5587174918762250873</id><published>2007-10-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:07:49.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if there's really one thing that my mom has taught me well, it would be respect. and who would have known i would ever in my lifetime come across such a rude, childish person. whom i thought was worth respecting. but all is well, at least now i know that i won't have to deal with back-to-back lies. I always pray that Allah would always show me the right path, put me thru whatever challenges to make me stronger and uncover people's real thoughts. Alhamdulillah for yesterday night. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note altogether hahaha school was good today even though i don't see any reason why i should go to school just so to mark my attendance, it's ridiculous, preposterous, absurd. but hahahaha i did have fun in school bcos i watched hindustan movie with my friends using one of their laptops hahahahahahahhahaha what the hellllllllllllllll we were like practically cursing and crying over a hindi movie hahahahaha. and the thing is one of my friends is chinese and she actually already watched the movie omg! hahahahahahaha it was INSANE. i kept going "shit i think the father die the father die" then my friend will go "no no he didn't die" then i will go "then the mother die the mother die" then she'll go again "no no don't spoil the plot!!!!" then there would be silence. then i would start again hahahaha. it was 3 hours of torture though i managed to like not cry like i would have if i was at home(hur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was rummaging thru the cupboard of dvds in search of my korean dvds hahahahahaha imagine if we watch that tomorrow omg then it would be.......... what a day. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum has left for indonesia earlier today and i miss her already. i don't know why but everytime she leaves for whoever's wedding overseas i will not be able to like hug her or bid a proper goodbye. i will always just end up shake and kiss her hands and just say byebye mama have fun. but actually deep inside i do want to have a more significant gesture that won't make me miss her during the days that she's gone. but nevermind, i'm looking forward to her return, i always pray that my mom will always be happy, i love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i would like to say that i love isa, abee, syaz, afee, sab and kamilah for being there (:&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5587174918762250873?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5587174918762250873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5587174918762250873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5587174918762250873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5587174918762250873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-theres-really-one-thing-that-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3430368179376497242</id><published>2007-10-23T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:17:04.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST HAD TO LAUGH LIKE SOME NYONYA SAYUR WITH MY FRIENDS AND GASP LIKE SHITOZ PLAYING DEAL OR NO DEAL ON MY PHONE. I JUST HAD TO DO ALL THE LAME EMBARRASSING THINGS. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks eh, one hour of embarrassment. plus the additional bonus hours -_____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3430368179376497242?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3430368179376497242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3430368179376497242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3430368179376497242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3430368179376497242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-had-to-laugh-like-some-nyonya.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3782248443923231031</id><published>2007-10-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:12:10.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RxjJKYsegQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j8UJGLhIXc4/s1600-h/awesome2(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123065756398813442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 585px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="111" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RxjJKYsegQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j8UJGLhIXc4/s400/awesome2(1).jpg" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahahahaahahahhahaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3782248443923231031?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3782248443923231031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3782248443923231031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3782248443923231031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3782248443923231031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahahahaahahahh.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RxjJKYsegQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j8UJGLhIXc4/s72-c/awesome2(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-3351536782488233171</id><published>2007-10-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:50:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes things just refuse to go &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they do, i avoid. I don't know why but i &lt;em&gt;avoid&lt;/em&gt;. As much as i would want things to happen the way my heart wants them to, i must avoid. The way my heart wants &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; to. maybe i am afraid of consequences. Maybe i'm still new to all these. Maybe i have not settled down with any of these crap i'm dealing with. And to think my assumptions cheated on me, it's not very fair either. Maybe that's why i cannot collect my thoughts well and maybe that's why i don't know what i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be actually very cool and simple. but now it's just tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah, things will be better. And Things will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3351536782488233171?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3351536782488233171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3351536782488233171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3351536782488233171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3351536782488233171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-things-just-refuse-to-go-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-2966629249975641218</id><published>2007-10-16T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:03:41.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow thanks lah i cried in the stupid lecture theatre. so yes we have gotten few of our papers back and some were fine but one was just *middle finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if i had earned that stupid bloody cb half mark, today could have been the best day in my entire 17 years of life. but no, it isn't. well let's refresh and have a vulgar-free blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was actually quite awesome because my father sent me to school(in a car) so it saves a lot of time and energy waking up early and even to the very extent of running for the stupid bus, so that was plus points. Came to school and well this isn't a happy note cos i actually forgot my tpjc bestfriend's birthday. HOW COULD IT HAVE SLIPPED MY BLOODY LITTLE MIND. I DONT KNOW. WELL WHAT I KNEW WAS I REALLY FELT LIKE KILLING MYSELF FOR FORGETTING MY VERY OWN TPJC BESTFRIEND'S BIRTHDAY, MAYBE I SHOULD DIE OR MAYBE I FAILED BIOLOGY BECAUSE OF THIS. fine ok, so she said it was really fine and that i actually shrieked so loud in the stupid hall when i saw one of my friends giving her a present. It was that loud that they said "everyone" was looking at us. well, do you think i would give a damn about PEOPLE LOOKING AT US when i EFFING forgot my bestfriend's birthday????? well, obviously NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now despite the vulgar-free approach, there's still some tensed atmosphere so let me break it by saying that awwwwwwwwwww you said hi againn and smiled and waved :)))))))))))))))))) hahahaha this time, it was guilt-free cos my close friends know hahahha it was very awesome :) that's why it was actually a perfect morning. ok so my friends actually made it quite obvious with their shrieks and screams upon witnessing the very "best" moment of our 2nd hello!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahaha bloody hell i chased kamilah to the auditorium which actually if measured, is as far as 1 round around the field. They just had to make it OBVIOUS KAN. well yes i nearly died due to the fact that it was the second time he smiled and waved(first!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) hehehehe, and of cos the constant teases. well yes my morning was very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got our first paper back, it was h1 econs. i expected to screw it up real bad bcos if if my memory serves me well i only passed econs once in my whole jc1 life and that was mid years. before we got our papers, my friends were still teasing me about the whole interesting thing that happened 5 minutes ago, and of cos i hadn't gotten over it who will anyway? hur. anyway we settled down and held our hands altogether, nervously waiting for our papers. it was very nerve-wrecking i swear it could have been worse than olevels(though i wasnt exactly THERE at bedok view but it's worse to be waiting in vain miles and miles away!!!). i prayed so hard and i felt like i was going to die but oh boy we got our papers back and i freaking pass nak mampos. honestly, the only thing i felt like doin was running around the stupid audi shouting EHHHH HE SAID HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND EHHHHHHHHH FOR THE SECOND AND ONLY TIME I PASSED H1 ECONS LAH BODOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahhahahahaa it was honestly very awesome. what was greater was... i got a B for my raw score!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but obviously the stupid failures i've gotten for the past tests and what shit will pull the pretty B grade down, so whatever a C will do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were early for math so we waited in the lecture theatre for ages. My heart was pounding so fast it felt like my mom was grounding some nuts. it was INSANE. so my math teacher has calculated that i will need a 48% to pass math overall. oh dear, i got a snapshot 50/100 for the paper and i shrieked like some woman. it was, insane. but they said the percentage/weightage might not be right so i'm hoping i would still pass if it happens that carry out some alterations. so then i thought my life was PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then came the stupid(and once again horrendous) BIOLOGY. i think bio is one of the lamest shit that has ever happened to me. The teachers were kind enuf and said that if we were to get 44.1%, they'll round it off to 45% and we'll PASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN SHEIKHA HAROON JUST HAD TO GET AN OVERALL 43.8% WOW GREAT TAU GREAT GRAT IT JUST HAD TO BE SUPER SIPI MACAM NAK MAMPOS I REALLY WANTED TO DIE LOOKING AT THE SIPINESS OF IT ALL. I REALLY WANTED TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no i settled down with puddles of tears. I was very disappointed and shattered. There was this half mark careless mistake that could have gotten me a PASS. A FREAKING PASS. Now we all know that a GODDAMN HALF MARK CAN EITHER PROMOTE OR RETAIN YOU. i burst into tears and well i was just very devastated. my friends chun2 passed biology and i'm very happy for them. they passed the others too. so that means they wil get promoted. or at least they are secured with a clear cut promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I, EYE have to worry and ponder everyday whether i will repeat this whole jc1 hoo-ha all over again. Without my friends. It shatters me, it really does. I'm really hoping Allah will bless me very much and help me get thru this ordeal. I really want to get promoted along with my friends, this is really something that i want, not because of my parents not because of whoever, it is because i want to. My parents were fine with the results(or maybe they felt happier than i was when they got to know that i passed econs and math hurhur) but when i said "BUT KAN ABAH/MAMA.............." then jeng jeng they were expecting it. Well obviously my mood for raya has long disappeared but nevertheless i'm really counting that my loved ones pray that i will pass biology somehow and get promoted. I am asking for a miracle arent i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i have been granted many miracles and i am very thankful for that. But this time, this is the mother of all miracles. I knew half mark cud make you pass your test. I knew half mark could make you be top in class. I knew half mark could make you jump a grade. and i knew half mark could make you excel better than your friends. But i didn't know the very half mark would make you RETAIN AND GO THRU ANOTHER EFFING YEAR, ANOTHER DISGUSTING JC1 CYCLE ALL OVER AGAIN. Well of course i am feeling very sick of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would help if he says hi for the third time though. Another mother of all miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2966629249975641218?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2966629249975641218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2966629249975641218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2966629249975641218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2966629249975641218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-thanks-lah-i-cried-in-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8942255666538670511</id><published>2007-10-14T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:01:30.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really is the set of the littlest things that this particular species say or do that makes us girls swoon/faints/grins or even, die. And i really want to swoon/faint/grin and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8942255666538670511?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8942255666538670511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8942255666538670511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8942255666538670511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8942255666538670511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-really-is-set-of-littlest-things.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1255675298198164704</id><published>2007-10-13T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T02:11:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Salam eidul fitri! Akhirnya syawal menjelma (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the excitement still flooding me till this very moment(a reason why i am not asleep, yet though not the VERY reason nyehehehhee) but i am sad that Ramadhan had to pass very fast. I hardly feel any sense of satisfaction that yes it is time for eidul fitri, hmm maybe thanks to my 2 menstrual cycles(tsk). I missed lots of solat terawih that always if done, never fail to keep myself calm and contented. And i suck also because i skipped quite a handful of fardhu zuhur/asar due to school matters sometimes, i have sinned. Insya Allah, Allah maha Besar dan maha Penyayang to erase my sins. God must hate me. Well but at least it's not like i wear a tube to geylang bazaar! Muahahahahhahaha i will kill myself if i ever happen to do that, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say what i liked and expected turned out .. well.. quite different and certain things that i discovered were quite a turn off. Hahaha but i think we can relate with each other well especially after i found out that you share the same childhood experience as i do!!!!! Plus points. Hahahaha, very interesting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i will die if anyone expected finds out this blog, you may be the king of all surprises but please do not let me die because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family broke our all time family tradition, damn! We actually failed to visit geylang on malam raya, whatever sehh..... But i just heard over the radio that bazaar is damn kecoh there, but babe gw kepingin banget sama dendeng, i want i need dendeng!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Buhu. Looking forward for tomorrow very very much which reminds me i still have not 1)dug a matching pair of heels from the the shoe closet for my overalls tomorrow die my mom will scream, 2)gotten a bag that matches!!!!!!!!!!!!! What happen to all my shopaholic self. What happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, have fun all my Muslim friends, insya Allah, Allah swt memberkati segala yang telah kita lakukan. Have fun savouring the sweet delicacies and appreciate 1st of Syawal while it lasts. Salam, sheikha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1255675298198164704?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1255675298198164704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1255675298198164704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1255675298198164704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1255675298198164704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/salam-eidul-fitri-akhirnya-syawal.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-2179586407496848563</id><published>2007-10-10T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:07:53.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahhahahahahahahahahhahaa look what i found in friendster *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) harapkan pagar, pagar takbole harap&lt;br /&gt;2) carik-carik bulu ayam, lama-lama&lt;br /&gt;jadi&lt;br /&gt;suttlecock&lt;br /&gt;3) sepandai mana tupai melompat,&lt;br /&gt;akhirny a tak masuk olimpik juga&lt;br /&gt;4) hendak seribu daya, taknak sudah&lt;br /&gt;5) lembu punya susu, cap teh-ko dapat&lt;br /&gt;nama&lt;br /&gt;6) ke mana tumpahnya kuah kalau tidak&lt;br /&gt;ke&lt;br /&gt;bawah .&lt;br /&gt;7) tiada rotan, pelempang berguna juga&lt;br /&gt;8) di mana ada gula-gula, di situ ada&lt;br /&gt;gula-gula&lt;br /&gt;9) gajah mati meninggalkan gading,&lt;br /&gt;harimau mati meninggalkan belang,&lt;br /&gt;manusia mati meninggal dunia.&lt;br /&gt;10) berapa berat mata memandang berat&lt;br /&gt;lagi seguni beras.&lt;br /&gt;11) cubit paha kanan peha kiri tak rasa&lt;br /&gt;apa-apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;12) diam2 ubi berisi diam2 orang bisu .&lt;br /&gt;13) sambil menyelam tengok kapal selam&lt;br /&gt;14) sebab pulut santan binasa, sebab&lt;br /&gt;mulut habis pulut.&lt;br /&gt;15) kecil-kecil cili padi,kecil lagi&lt;br /&gt;biji cili&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2179586407496848563?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2179586407496848563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2179586407496848563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2179586407496848563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2179586407496848563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahahahhahahahahahahahahhahaa-look-what.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-2664363003888309832</id><published>2007-10-10T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:46:47.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps it's too late to regret or let incessant worries overload me, it's time to.. GET EXCITED FOR TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a familiar feeling i'm experiencing, just like Olevels, just like Olevels... (: Being thurs, just two days away from Syawal, the feeling's just splendid, over the top! I do not intend to let promos get to me so much cos after all it is just "promos". Fate will decide whether there'll be a need to repeat jc1 and if there is, i will ace and top my class(just you wait i so effing will). I'm not particularly hoping for next tuesday to come anytime soon since we're getting back like 4 stupid papers. Outrageous it may seem, well it is. Clock strikes 1030am tomorrow and you might just witness a thunder, a lightning, an earthquake and everything else. My sincere pre-apology for screaming and shouting out too loud in joy and happiness. And very much mixed with excitement and contentment. Dinner date by the sea with a few of the loved ones tomorrow and i'm just itching(though i may be afraid to sit for chemistry paper 1 screw you chemistry) Yes i am the biggest loser since the only time i spend breaking fast with my friends is.. and will be.. just.. tomorrow. &amp;amp; due to that, i've always had this underlying desire that all my different cliques(As, Ncc girls, double Ees, the Olevel study bunch, current Tpjc girlfriends, fad&amp;amp;farah) would just come together and be bestfriends with one another lol though yes that may be one of the most insane thing(yet the best thing) that can ever happen to me, in life. However we all know that is not possible hence, there is a need called "chop" ahahhahaha. Tpjc kids already "chopped" me on thurs night but then due to certain discrepancies.. i've settled with the next bunch who "chopped" which is well yes we all know who. I'm missing double Ees very much and despite us all having school next week, i'm hoping we can have lunch/dinner together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to 1st of Syawal cos therein lies scrumptious heavy breakfast, sweet tarts and cakes, jellies, an impressive array of delicately baked biscuits and lots of coke!!! But that signals for my mom's termination of yummy dinners *stones. She's been the wonderwoman this Ramadhan, cooking all the various sorts of tummy-filling yumminess for buka. Yesterday was an exception but it wasn't dreadful cos we had Sarpinos pizza!! and yummy honey-glazed chicken wings(who would ever dread such good food seriously). Actually wonderwoman did bake something for buka too, my all time fave Macroni&amp;amp; cheese!!!!! And i had that for sahur too, i have a passion for anything pasta-like, they're just The Best. As i was saying, before i digressed to what i had for buka yesterday ahhahaha, it wouldn't be the same after ramadhannnnnnn!!! I love ramadhan for it brings me peace and tranquility.. and lots of yummy food ahahhahaha. Right let's not get distracted with food we are all(Muslims) fasting. On another note, i wish to bake pineapple tarts and cakes on friday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop fantasizing everything that i can/wish(for a matter of fact) to do after promos cos hell chemistry is not yet over and done with!!! Dah. Famous amos cookies and brownies, b&amp;amp;jerrys, kfc, sushi, mickeyds by the water would be awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, let's concentrate on Chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2664363003888309832?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2664363003888309832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2664363003888309832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2664363003888309832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2664363003888309832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/perhaps-its-too-late-to-regret-or-let.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5741470682070041079</id><published>2007-10-07T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:10:46.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi i am sheikha and i am the biggest slob today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's list down what i've done today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Nothing. I did NOTHING. YOU LOST SOULS READING, SHEIKHA HAROON DID NOTHING ON A SATURDAY. Math on tuesday and chemistry paper 1 on thurs and i did, nothing. Oh actually i did something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED THE FIRST THREE EPISODES OF PRISON BREAK 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha scofield never fails to cheer me up. I'm very excited for monday since my sister's picking up my hari raya overalls!!! Yes ah, finally i can see the white kebaya panjang and my green dress! It's the most gorgeous thing i've ever seen on paper ahahaha that's because i designed it duh! I think i shud stop sending cloths for tailoring, all these excitement can just kill me. I hope the dress turns out nice, i do not want the pretty cloth i bought from KL to get wasted on a disgusting looking shit. *crosses fingers* Ah great i realise i have get a new pair of heels, yes the store full of shoes aren't enough to satisfy my needs for hari raya. Zara no sale bloody hell. And i realise i haven't been shopping at all. No wonder i'm having all these moodswings hahahahahaha. My sister and i need a shopping spree soon gar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin curled her hair, hahahahaha. Looks great on her kekeke but now with curly hair become action already lah. All double Ees now got curly hair hahahaa see lah who's the originator of all curls *ehem* my curls are getting out of hand now. My reflection always shows me a lost lion with 2 huge eyebags staring back wahaha. I think i should straighten my hair, HAHAHAHAHHA JOKE OF A CENTURY. SHEIKHA WITH STRAIGHT HAIR. That will be the day i die. My sister straightened and curled her hair for like almost seven times already. She must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. I haven't buka with any of them this ramadhan, i'm such a loser. My brother and i had a very interesting conversation earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh just now i saw our cousin, the one your age, at Taman Warisan with her friends"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow why am i not there. Bcos i am a loser studying like hell at home"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Study like hell also still fail"&lt;br /&gt;"SAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA KURANG AJAR. MY BROTHER CAN BE QUITE A PIG. BEWARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5741470682070041079?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5741470682070041079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5741470682070041079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5741470682070041079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5741470682070041079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-i-am-sheikha-and-i-am-biggest-slob.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-7578187050823290530</id><published>2007-10-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:30:11.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was that close to creating a huge havoc during chemistry promos in the hall earlier today. I am so pissed that i slept only for three frigging hours last night only to screw up both economics and chemistry papers. Chemistry was the lamest piece of shit i've ever seen in my entire 17 years of life. It's the toughest paper and it just had to be my promotional paper. I was so pissed argh! 3 questions each carrying 20 marks only allowed to be done in 1.5 hours. I expected the stupid paper to be very tough but i least expected to only be able to attempt like 15% of the stupid freaking paper. Argh i am so disappointed in myself and angry that i've worked so hard for chemistry for the past few months only to find out earlier today that it's all just not effing worth it. I don't understand why they had to set it obnoxiously hard to the very point that i couldnt even have a proper breathing minute. I skipped zillion over questions and by the time i reached the cursed 3rd question, i was very tempted to push the goddamned stupid table and kick all the tables and chairs around me. Talk about teenage angst, this is worse than suicidal. Argh, there wasn't a question that i was at least sure of, not even a frigging 1m question. To top it off a friend told me rumour has it that many people failed biology. Like what are the odds, everything also fail. How to freaking get promoted lah *middle finger* I know it's early to give up but what are the chances that i will pass 2 out of 3 of my H2 subjects and pass the only very H1 subject to get promoted/!?!?!??!?!?!?!?! Argh, JC is lamest shit i've ever gone thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much i do thank God for blessing me with very understanding parents who make me feel better with their constant encouragement to try my very best. I love them but i know i will disappoint them with my promotional results. I will be retained. I will repeat the horrifying JC1, AGAIN. The thought of retaining just stabs my heart, even though yes i know i am competing with kids from victoria and temasek secondary. But i just don't get it, there must be something wrong with the way/method i practise studying. I tried all possible thinkable ways but to no avail, i still have no answer to why i screw up every single time i take a test. What is wrong with me. To you readers who are suckers tt say that everything is wrong with me, then for once you might be just right. Argh, i dont understand why i cannot do well in junior college. Before, i'd study like mad and i'd obtain whatever decent grades. Now, i try my very best and i still just screw up. Sometimes i just ponder whether this is really the right path for me. I Know i should not regret whatever i've chosen cos afterall this is My decision despite my parents' will. Hence i will tell myself that yes i will make it through, i will do fine, i will do okay, i will pull through and i will get promoted and my parents would be very happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to do well, you don't know how much it makes me happy and how much, in turn, it makes my parents happy. They need not show it but i know that deep inside they pray for me every single day so that i will do well in my studies and get into a local university. I know tt deep inside they are as happy as i am(or very much more) when i tell them i pass a stupid faculty test. It aches every part of me to know that i won't be able to satisfy their needs and make them feel at ease. I want to get promoted, i want them to be happy. Yes i am getting very emotional here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince i got back from school earlier today, i just cannot collect my thoughts well enough. Everything's just everywhere. The thought of failing biology haunts me, the thought of the chemistry paper alone can make me cry. It's devastating how screwed my situation really is right now. So what if i retain, will i do any better? Or should i just consider poly? Is that really the right path for me? And what if it isn't? I wish to be a normal jane next door taking her alevels next year and that's really my only wish right now. Ramadhan is the only reason why i'm not breaking down into pieces, ramadhan makes me stronger. But i'm wondering how long this will last. My head hurts, my eyebags are pulling every strength that's supporting my eyelids, my shoulder's aching like i've hiked up mt. everest for 3 months. I'm really exhausted and i just want this to end. End well. I want this to end well. I do not want to repeat jc1 and face the whole entire series of events again. Meeting new friends can be fun but i've found great friendship in the three friends i'm closest with in school. I'd cry my hearts out if we do get separated. I will. The only reason why i'm pulling myself together is because i know my friends understand what i'm going through. I need not elaborate and describe vividly how i feel cos they know. They know. I may not be flexible here but i want them to be with me through this jc period. I need them just like i need my bestfriends, just like i need my family, just like i need myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be one of the most ridiculous reads you're getting from me but i'm screwed. It's only fair i write about how i feel when i'm unhappy too. Argh. I'd love to be alone by the sea really and have time for myself. But with the exams coming up and the craze of hari raya, i don't think that's possible. At least for anytime soon. I'm hoping for a miracle i really am. Ya Allah, please. Please make all these worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my menstrual cycle occurs twice this Ramadhan. I do not have the chance to fast at least for 3 weeks. Argh. I've got a lot of debts to repay after Raya. Speaking of which i'm looking forward to it. It will be the day i stop studying, the day i dress up, the day i eat more kuih tarts and chocolate brownies from mufti's wife and everything blissful. I am so sick of studying. Actually no, i'm sick of failures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-7578187050823290530?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7578187050823290530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=7578187050823290530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7578187050823290530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7578187050823290530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-that-close-to-creating-huge-havoc.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3163831071096946103</id><published>2007-10-03T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:06:09.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope Abides &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope abides; therefore I abide.&lt;br /&gt;Countless frustrations have not cowed me.&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive, vibrant with life.&lt;br /&gt;The black cloud will disappear,&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun will appear once again&lt;br /&gt;In all its supernal glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Sri Chinmoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3163831071096946103?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3163831071096946103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3163831071096946103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3163831071096946103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3163831071096946103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/hope-abides-hope-abides-therefore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6474872580316563382</id><published>2007-10-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:59:05.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FORGET &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; EVER HAPPENED. GOH GAH GOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6474872580316563382?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6474872580316563382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6474872580316563382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6474872580316563382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6474872580316563382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/forget-anything-ever-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-285846285431048205</id><published>2007-10-01T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:10:26.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah! i hate it when my teeny brain refuses to cooperate with my soul. i know i have to study and that i have to get thru promos. but everytime i begin studying, i get very distracted. by everything. my eyes start becoming heavy, my mind starts to daze, my nose starts to itch, my back starts to ache. i cannot understand why i'm not doing things seriously especially with biology in 3 days, chemistry and econs in four and others in a week. I am doomed for biology i only covered a stupid topic. I dont know about yours but life really sucks. For now at least. Everything just seem to crumble and the pieces do not fit well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE STUDYING EVERYDAY AND FEELING LIKE A POOP WHEN I DO NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-285846285431048205?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/285846285431048205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=285846285431048205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/285846285431048205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/285846285431048205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/10/gah-i-hate-it-when-my-teeny-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-4506006691685247199</id><published>2007-09-29T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:50:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Three Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;Sheikha, shee, shakie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Do you still have feelings for your ex?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha you mean hassan? AWH that little twit leaves 6 floors above, i miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Have you ever been given roses?&lt;br /&gt;Well, only azmi and i know hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] What is your all-time favorite romance movie?&lt;br /&gt;WIMBLEDON FINALS HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] How many times have you honestly been in love?&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too early to answer this hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?&lt;br /&gt;Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] Whats your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;OOWHH WHATS MY CURRENT PROBLEM.... *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha not exactly, it's fixed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] Your thoughts of online or long distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Long distance would be fine if i'm engaged to whoever the person is. Other circumstances, ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Have you ever seen a friend as more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i had, duh. haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Do you believe the statement, "Once a cheater always a cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;Even a cheater makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;I'd love four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] What is your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Champagne gold, fuchsia, white, green and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you believe you truly love only once?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Imagine you're 69 &amp;amp; your spouse just died, would you get re-married?&lt;br /&gt;I'd just remain broken-hearted lol lol lol but i will pray he rests in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] At what age did you start noticing the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha whatever seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] What song do you want to hear at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Canon in D while i'm walking down the aisle. Bryan Adams'. Warmness on the soul. Buble's. Ha! I forgot the others already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Do you know someone who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, God knows. but i know my nephew and nieces like meeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20]Do you believe in second chances?&lt;br /&gt;Depend on the circumstances really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-4506006691685247199?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4506006691685247199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=4506006691685247199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4506006691685247199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4506006691685247199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/1_29.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3595073269669243383</id><published>2007-09-29T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:38:40.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop it already, stop it with the surprises. i just &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; get it. i just &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; do not get it. ignoring and giving attention at the same time. which. which. i just really do not get it. cyber world hasn't been so mind-boggling. garr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3595073269669243383?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3595073269669243383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3595073269669243383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3595073269669243383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3595073269669243383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop-it-already-stop-it-with-surprises.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1072811824881317205</id><published>2007-09-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:17:46.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to time again challenges in school remind me how much I miss my classmates and bestfriends in BV. Where everyone belonged, where everyone was in, where everyone loved one another. Being alone is good sometimes. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1072811824881317205?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1072811824881317205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1072811824881317205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1072811824881317205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1072811824881317205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-to-time-again-challenges-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-644630721408451530</id><published>2007-09-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:02:45.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Avenged Sevenfold - Warmness on the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hazel green tint eyes watching every move I make.&lt;br /&gt;And that feeling of doubt, it's erased.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one, and in you I confide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But your unconditional love was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;br /&gt;And your loves always been true as can be.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But your unconditional love was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;br /&gt;And your loves always been true as can be.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE NEXT ALL TIME SONG. I PROMISE YOU THIS SONG WILL BE PLAYED DURING MY WEDDING AND I SWEAR WHOEVER LOVES THIS SONG MORE THAN I DO, I WILL KILL HER/HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've never encountered anyone whom i feel i could connect with at the first glance. Those eye contacts disguised with a similar smile that was reluctant to be carved on our faces. That day that i squinted to ensure myself it was you walking pass a level above when i realised you were almost doing the same thing. Embarrassed, but still had room for more which led me to another outrageous move. Sunday never felt so bloody anymore with it having such a dying end. An hour was more than anyone could ever imagined and though your interest was a lot about that little boat and how much it costs, i was still very much entertained. Then came Monday, struck 12pm and i told almost everyone who knew 3 seconds did not happen again but oh boy i hyperventilated too much when you surprised me with a wide grin, hi and wave. I almost died but i managed to utter back a hi and gave exactly a grin, complete with a wave back. Little did i know that my friend realised i was whispering to myself and tell me again since when have i got problems with projecting my voice? She went on telling me how you continued smiling as we passed each other. Gone are my Monday blues. Thanks for making me realise that i have gotten over someone. I'm not expecting much but i wish to be at Kallang, alone with the water (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-644630721408451530?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/644630721408451530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=644630721408451530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/644630721408451530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/644630721408451530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/jukeboxshkh-avenged-sevenfold-warmness.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8522454661272411782</id><published>2007-09-24T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:22:32.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know about yours but my life definitely rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8522454661272411782?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8522454661272411782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;TILL WHEN THE BET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;EEE YOU SO MAIN2 TAU YOU THK I WILL LOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;eoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;EOY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;ON ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;end of year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;TTS LIKE LESS THAN HOW MANY MTHS AJE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;IF I WIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED TO TREAT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know says:&lt;br /&gt;vice versa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;BEN AND JERRYS, MOVIE, NACHOS CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azmi and i have made a deal (: muahahahahahahhaa. one of the best things have just happened to me. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3574686655129279716?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3574686655129279716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;Roll with the punches, and you will never have to get&lt;br /&gt;into any power struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is going to go&lt;br /&gt;your way today -- but the things that need to happen are going to happen, so&lt;br /&gt;take some comfort in that. If this all sounds confusing, it will probably feel&lt;br /&gt;confusing ... so in order to keep yourself calm and collected today, learn how&lt;br /&gt;to accept. Bend and don't let anything or anyone get you too riled up. Don't be&lt;br /&gt;stiff with your ideas or rigid with your thinking. If you can roll with the&lt;br /&gt;punches, then you will never have to get into any power struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3976602012297717001?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3976602012297717001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3976602012297717001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3976602012297717001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3976602012297717001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/taurus-bottom-line-roll-with-punches.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8192663387230234175</id><published>2007-09-22T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:58:39.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm asking God for just only one favour. Though i'm hungry, sleepy and everything else in between, I'm hoping he grant me that favour. So now i really need to pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8192663387230234175?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8192663387230234175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8192663387230234175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8192663387230234175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8192663387230234175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-asking-god-for-just-only-one-favour.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1607268593974668597</id><published>2007-09-21T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:01:45.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may be one of the happiest seventeen year olds alive now (: (: (:::::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1607268593974668597?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1607268593974668597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1607268593974668597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1607268593974668597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1607268593974668597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-may-be-one-of-happiest-seventeen-year.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6702149938840418221</id><published>2007-09-19T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:29:26.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How's Life?&lt;br /&gt;Challengingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What u had for breakfast this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i ate for sahur, my eyes were closed hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What song are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;vitamin c - graduation(friends forever). buhu, i miss secondary school ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;stupid promos. and what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do u sleep alone?&lt;br /&gt;you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite childhood game?&lt;br /&gt;slapping and chasing my brothers around the dining table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fav Cartoon?&lt;br /&gt;for now, pocoyo. check it out, khadijah girl introduced me to it ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Fav Reality TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;American idol &amp;amp; amazing race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fav fruit?&lt;br /&gt;Mangoes, oranges and peaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;To be a princess who gets married in a garden full of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What brand of clothes do u like?&lt;br /&gt;ZARA. Dorothy perkins. Mng. Esprit. Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you in a serious relationship now?&lt;br /&gt;Very much, i cannot part myself from my notes hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do u have a lot of admirers?&lt;br /&gt;Uhuh, three actually. Khadijah(bubu) girl, Adam(handsome) boy, Fatmah(kiki) girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do u think about your love problems?&lt;br /&gt;Uhuh, sometimes i wonder who i love more, my nieces&amp;amp;nephew or myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do u like going to the supermarket with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT!! Can buy baking needs!!! Hhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who's the prettiest/hottest girl/guy u know?&lt;br /&gt;My gay Wentworth miller hahahhahaa. On a more serious note, we all know who. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The sweetest thing he/she said to you?&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Something u want to tell him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Hi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Inner/outer beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely inner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ever had a dream come true?&lt;br /&gt;Not lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You ever wished u were royal?&lt;br /&gt;Let's not begin tau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do u believe in soulmates?&lt;br /&gt;I do actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do u trust your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Define friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do u attend church regularly?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Muslim so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Would u move to another country?&lt;br /&gt;I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Dont u just hate George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahhahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do u believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What does a relationship need?&lt;br /&gt;Trust, honesty, love, understanding, ying&amp;amp;yang, and people who bake and play tennis hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you think he/she loves you?&lt;br /&gt;Who? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Would you neglect your friends?&lt;br /&gt;If i do, i'd like them to let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who can u call in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Fill in the blank. I will..&lt;br /&gt;get promoted. I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are your goals in life?&lt;br /&gt;To become a successful businesswoman with my own private jet. Let's not question why i'm studying sciences okay hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Would you make a good parent?&lt;br /&gt;Come ask my nieces and nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever had a heartbreak?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are u a beep? (bitch)&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but i definitely know who is kikikiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who do you miss the most from high school?&lt;br /&gt;My annoying chemistry teacher who got me an A1 for comb sci. Buhu.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Rao, Late miss peh... And definitely my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm so proud of my BV angklung ensemble for being invited to perform at Taman Warisan by my brother ((: !!!!!!!! I am so so so so so proud of my kids kikikiki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6702149938840418221?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6702149938840418221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6702149938840418221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6702149938840418221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6702149938840418221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-455326287311743327</id><published>2007-09-19T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:18:35.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had dendeng. &amp;amp; 4 bites of burger ramly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE ARE MY SORROWS hahahahahahahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: three seconds!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-455326287311743327?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-5323634971939476877</id><published>2007-09-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:51:49.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Mika - Big girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meepy *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed looks really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5323634971939476877?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5323634971939476877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5323634971939476877' title='0 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running through her&lt;br /&gt;mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how&lt;br /&gt;long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds, she is not at all&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl calls you everyday, she is seeking for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl wants to see you everyday, she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I'll love you forever,"she means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you, she has made up her mind&lt;br /&gt;that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"no one in this world can miss you more than&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RurLuZqzKFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4IfZdxedTY4/s1600-h/Fisheye+No+2+Lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110120725230069842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RurLuZqzKFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4IfZdxedTY4/s400/Fisheye+No+2+Lomo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want a Coloursplash lomo but it's way off budget(exceeds by 20bucks kill me)(picture of coloursplash lomo not available now cos the cursor refuses to allow me to right click save tsk) Fisheye No.2(above) lomo looks good too. Anyone i know who gets either one before me will die a terrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want the coloursplash lomoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8494583625196709457?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8494583625196709457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8494583625196709457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8494583625196709457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8494583625196709457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-fisheye-no.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RurLuZqzKFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4IfZdxedTY4/s72-c/Fisheye+No+2+Lomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-5572060771091627086</id><published>2007-09-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:15:04.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Snow Patrol - Chasing cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand my maid who talks on her stupid handphone like about now. No one allowed her to get a stupid handphone but she was stubborn enough to leave home to to get herself a stupid phone. I cannot stand her and forgive me if i am mean during this holy month but i'm always This close to shouting at her. I am never That close to shouting at anyone lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan has come and now syaitan(s) have left (: The more the reasons why i should study till late night kekeke. I found out pretty exciting things just earlier today in school. #1 the lines on my hands show a wide smiley face which means my future husbie will be very cute/handsome. #2 My bio lecturer told us that research was done and statistics show that a stable marriage is one that has a couple of 0.9% difference in heights. That means that my future husbie is allowed to be 1.8m!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Faints. #3 My hands again showed me that i will have a baby boy and a baby girl after i get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha i love all those little details it almost made my day even though P.E looked quite fun but i just HAD to skip it thanks to my leg injury that looks like a huge disgusting taik mole. Hmm. Syazie wazie's bday celebration yest with the As was awesome. I think she suspected the kotak already laaahhh hahahaha cacat bacin. Anws syaz i'm hoping you love the necklace we specially picked for you (: and i'm hoping things you're afraid of will turn out fine. You know what kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little kids were talking about almost everything under the sun while i was practising Math. I cannot believe those twits. Checking of BULU WTF. hahahaahahahhahaa thank God i tak mati on the spot tau you girls. Cekik you all then you know hahahahahaha. Pizza hut was very good yum yumm. Hahahaha bacin kids i miss you girls already. The next meeting will be God knows when, but whenever it'd be i'm really looking forward to it. Have fun at work sweeties, i'll drop by whenever i can though most of the time i'll be at home sweet home mugging. Yes how very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RulhsZqzKEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ivyxX0opIGQ/s1600-h/P1000502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109722667661076546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RulhsZqzKEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ivyxX0opIGQ/s400/P1000502.JPG" 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/14184135-5572060771091627086?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5572060771091627086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5572060771091627086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5572060771091627086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5572060771091627086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/jukeboxshkh-snow-patrol-chasing-cars-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RulhsZqzKEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ivyxX0opIGQ/s72-c/P1000502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-5704750240111355526</id><published>2007-09-10T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:10:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When i thought my monday morning couldn't get any worse. I fell while sprinting back to the end point during P.E. thanks to a friend who made a joke. A JOKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RuVd_wLDzuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TnLtmrvunOc/s1600-h/showphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108592702166126306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RuVd_wLDzuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TnLtmrvunOc/s400/showphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;credits to a teacher in tpjc. wow how very encouraging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5704750240111355526?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5704750240111355526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5704750240111355526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5704750240111355526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5704750240111355526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-thought-my-monday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RuVd_wLDzuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TnLtmrvunOc/s72-c/showphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-1907860943799399148</id><published>2007-09-10T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:08:08.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise blogger takes almost a century to load hence i've lost the very essence to update. Part of the reason undeniably lies in the notion that i got my period 3 days before Ramadhan begins which happens to be on the first day of school after september break, which again happens to be today. Of course i'm undergoing pms and every other stress that comes with it. To add cherry on to the cake, i just got back the mood to study. And holidays are already over. I find this awesome that i'm so close to shaving my head half bald and cutting my two ears off to feed it to any bitch that comes up to me to say i have lots of pimples. Because yes my pimples are getting worse and all i need is a red marker to join the distinct horrendous dots. My Abah already watched Rattatouile(?) and it's only socially correct to say my 60 year old father has a better social life than i do. Will it be okay if i mug throughout the night and hope for a less heavy period tomorrow. School in 5 hours and thank God i've done my assignment, for once i actually accomplished something in life. Lol that tickles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1907860943799399148?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1907860943799399148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1907860943799399148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1907860943799399148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1907860943799399148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-realise-blogger-takes-almost-century.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6707155590085018759</id><published>2007-09-09T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:26:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: when was the last time i felt this? (::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6707155590085018759?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6707155590085018759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6707155590085018759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6707155590085018759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6707155590085018759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-was-last-time-i-felt-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-4903857740295216640</id><published>2007-09-08T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:18:35.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my two brothers sister and i just came back from TM with the two girls and no prem. Whose stupid idea was it not to bring the goddamn prem!!!! My hands are killing me and khadijah girl is so sooo naughty!!!!!!!! fatmah girl had her first visit to TM and wow how exciting it was cos she slept 2 mins after breaking the TM air. Bcos she is so cute i will not sulk and complain. On a different chapter altogether, my brother finally passed his driving course so he's in 'the club'. So i'm the only one(out of 5) from the Haroon siblings who cannot drive. and what about the new 21 years of age huh!!!! 18 could have been The Year. But then my sister laughed when she tried to imagine me drive, she said it'd be so dangerous. hahahahaha she is such an idiot sometimes i dont know why i allow her to wear all my YET TO HAVE WORN NEWLY BOUGHT ZARA MNG DP clothes. and everytime she'd tickle me with her signature thanks. Wow kakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands hurt. I think tomorrow will be the day my mom realises how many excuses i came up with to escape studying. Oops like going to Arab street to buy cloth for raya hahahahahaha three weeks to promos. I amaze myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-4903857740295216640?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4903857740295216640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=4903857740295216640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4903857740295216640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4903857740295216640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-two-brothers-sister-and-i-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5330415517286783440</id><published>2007-09-07T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:35:30.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[jukeboxshkh] No Doubt - Don't Speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love typing long entries and end up posting this bit up (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5330415517286783440?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5330415517286783440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5330415517286783440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5330415517286783440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5330415517286783440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/jukeboxshkh-no-doubt-dont-speak-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3972762058253114556</id><published>2007-09-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:57:18.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brother's gonna sell off his drum set. ohh drummie i know i havent hit you for ages but ive been busy. and i know i know i'm sorry i havent taken the time to learn the "professional" way of hitting you i'm gonna miss you drummie. my brother is insane, he's selling off EVERYTHING. even his IPOD 60G VIDEO THINGY. the next thing you know he'll sell his underpants off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another exciting note, mum mentioned something about PIANO. oops? hahahahahahahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3972762058253114556?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3972762058253114556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3972762058253114556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3972762058253114556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3972762058253114556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-brothers-gonna-sell-off-his-drum-set.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-7948949745661425243</id><published>2007-09-04T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:29:15.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hairspray was whoopee!!! Hahahahaha i cudnt stop grooving along to all the songs!! It was INSANE i tell you. My feet kept tapping, my hands kept clapping and i really reallyyyyy couldnt stop getting super excited. Ahhh how i love musicals. But yes yes, after watching i felt guilty for not using the time to study...... and the best was........... i came home and flat i was. Kikikiki i think i slept for nearly 12 hours. That's almost retarded especially with promos approaching in less than 4 weeks. I can't help it but my bed's been more comfortable than ever this past week. lol. and my princess lappietappie keeps drawing me nearer to useeeee it!!! hahahahaha insane, i should really panic now cos shit i had an outrageous nightmare that i needed to stay back for another year. That sounds (scary yet) possible. Oh shit? Right, gotta make payment for Times magazines. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-7948949745661425243?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7948949745661425243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=7948949745661425243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7948949745661425243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7948949745661425243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/hairspray-was-whoopee-hahahahaha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8601049407786586611</id><published>2007-09-02T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:51:20.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RtqFjQLDztI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8vws6jWfB1g/s1600-h/skypeedition14_poucesweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105539968261148370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RtqFjQLDztI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8vws6jWfB1g/s400/skypeedition14_poucesweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brothers pamper me a lot my sister concluded. (: but babe, i paid $500 buckeroos for it too kekeke!! lol when i grow up and own my own business company(insya Allah cos therein lies my dreams), i'll buy a vast land to build my own house on it. My lovely home will have many master bedrooms for each of my family members and there'll be a garden like jamie oliver's. And a large pool (: i love my family and i don't know what i'd do without them. Apart from that, kikikiki i call my lappietappie princess (: princess lappietapie kekekekeke. $1, 200 was worth it (: and i love Comex @suntec cos if not it could have cost 200 bucks more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My life rocks. 1st September rocked!! Wheepee!! Now back to reality, biology SPA tomorrow. Dang! Kikiki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8601049407786586611?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8601049407786586611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8601049407786586611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8601049407786586611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8601049407786586611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/09/awesome.html' title='AWESOME.'/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RtqFjQLDztI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8vws6jWfB1g/s72-c/skypeedition14_poucesweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-5432485030933241618</id><published>2007-08-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:38:45.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been my week (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed math fac test, chem fact test. That's really a HYOOGE step. Now, knowing that a pass is possible, i shall aim for passes. Babe i can do this, i really can (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apart from that i have the best P.E teacher in the whole wide world who forced me to try doing inclined pull up for the last time. From a zero, to a seven. (btw thanks to tennis) That means that from a nil, to a silver for napfa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me was so happy!!!!!!!! The first three pull ups i was already saying "cher i cannot la i really cannot la" then the next few were mostly exaggerated versions of "CHER I CAN OMG I CANN!!!!!!!" hahahaha and you thought tt wasnt exaggerated enuf. as i said, my week's been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love playing tennis. tennis is my new fave sport(yes yes yesss wins soccer)!!! it's a weekly thing for me and my brothers and i might be playing it with 3 of my classmates due to the already there school facilities!!!!! I love tpjc for having a tennis court.!!! Tata, please dont forget, we're so gonna take up the course aft your Os ok? Yeay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiedokie, time to study (: i am so happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy and i cannot wait for my sister's chalet this weekkeeeeenddd!!!!! Lotsa swimming and bbqingggg and awesomeeeee 4 bedrooms in the bungalowwwww!!! Ah, my life rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5432485030933241618?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5432485030933241618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5432485030933241618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5432485030933241618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5432485030933241618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-my-week-passed-math-fac-test.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-4514781939508339364</id><published>2007-08-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:02:08.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Just feel better - Santana feat. Steven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii.. I have zero interest to be mugging for math test. And what, it's tomorrow? There are tests every week and it's so !#$&amp;amp;(^$# frustrating!!!!! Ah, whatever i know i will screw it up whether or not i studied. And tuition hasn't been of help anyway. Apparently my parents told me before hand that it'll be fine if i were to repeat jc1 for one more year. Babes, i appreciate it very much but !!!!!!!!!!!!! do you know how contradicting it is to have such a negative word to sound soooo positive, like as if nothing is wrong with that!!! Ouh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my late grandfather. I miss having mom utter the word 'abah'. I miss travelling to granny's everyweek to have dinner with granddad and his fave chicken soup and my fave black pepper rice arabian style. Those were awesome days when i was a bit too young to appreciate things. To appreciate my late grandfather. I wish he's still alive. So that i can know him much better. So that mom will be much happier. So that he can show me the right path. So that i know that someone is always praying for me. So that i know if i run away, he'll always be there. I can't help to realise every now and then how much i miss habib. And everytime i reminisce, i will tear. Very ironic since i did not know him super well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hasn't been great. But it's been interesting. Though i love the people i have around me, i don't know, at the back of my mind i just want everything to stop, for once i just want things to have a pause. Aye tho reality strikes once again telling me that isnt possible. I've been busy like some shit idiot. Tests every week and it's really so pissifying. There isn't time for revision, it's always for the stupid tests. Promos in 6 weeks and i'm still neither here nor there. I feel so dumb. Gah. But it's alright, i'll try my best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised i met two really great friends in tpjc. Sabirah and kamilah. It's easy to talk to them. We have tuition together at my place and they'll stay for a bit after that. We talk about things. About love.. hehehe about "things". And ah i dont know, 6 months? it's damn fast. Our tutor thought we were secondary school best friends or smth kekeke. Well, i thank Allah stw for such angels. I don't know what cud have happened if i got into some minah class with zillion minahs pouting in front of me. Lol, babes really. Ah, life rocks actually (: sab, mil, let's do this together. we'll do ok for promos and rock the shit out of everyone for alevels! then we'll enter the same uni. then we'll go backpacking throughout europe. let's!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says let it go&lt;br /&gt;That life happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't, I don't, I don't&lt;br /&gt;Because it never worked before&lt;br /&gt;But this time, this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't see through the haze around me&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need a change&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Any little thing that just feel better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-4514781939508339364?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4514781939508339364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=4514781939508339364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4514781939508339364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4514781939508339364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/08/jukeboxshkh-just-feel-better-santana.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6110432031963593521</id><published>2007-08-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:09:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyah, a year ago was olevels. this year, stupid promos. worse than os lor. can i take a break!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6110432031963593521?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6110432031963593521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6110432031963593521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6110432031963593521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6110432031963593521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/08/aiyah-year-ago-was-olevels.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-4960294527991076053</id><published>2007-07-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:04:00.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah i hate my stupid cca. it's not like ncc or angklung ensemb. its so duh. once again the higher authority cheated my feelings. i tried so hard, worked so hard, attended trainings without a miss, and tell me who got to be the excos? some frigging bunch of people (most whom you've hardly ever seen during trainings) piece of crap i tell you. though certain people deserve their posts and i'm damn happy they got their posts. but let's just say it's so cina populated it's almost bias. out of 15, only 3 are malays? talk about wtf, thats what the knnccbf. but some bugger shit people whom everyone has hardly ever seen attend the stupid trainings became part of the exco. like, what sense does that make? it's the lamest crap i've ever dealt with. yea so now only the 'excos' can hang out together. only the 'excos' can use the stupid room. why not make this a happy united cca? just like ncc, why cant it be so united that ranks and posts dont matter much? what, so now it's only 'the excos'. yes of course i feel hurt, it's like i have not gotten my share. i view life simply and in a straight forward manner. i work hard, and i might get it. i work very hard, and the chances are higher. and if i work really really really doubly triply hard, i am sure to get it. aye, perhaps i shudnt have worked hard at all cos this seems to be a twisted illusion. or should i say, a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss secondary school life where everything was such a bliss. like wow olevels was the big shit. olevels was one of the best things ive ever sat for. because the preparations, the four years, were the best things tt ever happened in my life. and im proud to say i was from ncc land girls and angklung ensemble. the people were great, the atmosphere was awesome, less tensed, less competitive, less 'hostile'. now, everythings like everywhere. everyone competes, i must be better than you, or whatever, i must be best. things are so complicatedly intertwined with all sorts of stupid mixed factors. it annoys me that i cannot make things out anymore. math is difficult, chemistry is no longer easy peasy, english is no longer a favourite considering the fact that i failed my stupid gp essay, and econs is just.. well.. getting a whee bit better but everything else overweighs that one measly H1 pass. it's quite depressing, tho i dont think its that a strong word anymore. so frustrating. the best thing is, however i try to explain to my close friends, i know they try to understand, but they just cant. and that kinda sucks cos i end up feeling like a piece of crap and continue with school in such bad state of mind. i dont understand why i have to study so hard. everytime i blog, it's always about me and my school problems. i have issues i realise. and that does not bother me. now i'm actually starting to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i hope i'm selected for overseas cip to vietnam. though, theyll very much reject me once reading this entry. thank god it's not bedok view, where a pool of gossip bitches are. thank god. argh, i shud have joined tennis. ive always wanted to join tennis(as in recently lol not exactly alwayssssssssssssss but recently). a bit too late cos the rules in my sch is tt there shudnt be any changes in ccas. unless if i retain. right. so im checking out tennis classes outside. obviously theres a need to pay but i guess itll be worth it. tennis wud be an awesome stress reliever. i've lost touch with the guitar so i had my brother to teach me two days ago. it just struck me how fun it is to strum the guitar. i used an electric guitar for my first lesson with my brother, isnt that awesome. ahhahaa, thats bcos my brother just bought another one. there are currently four guitars in the room and its insane i swear, i'm really keen on learning how to play the guitar. ah, im feeling so shitty i need coke and i want to bake. life rocks with coke an brownies. and maybe even pasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-4960294527991076053?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4960294527991076053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=4960294527991076053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4960294527991076053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4960294527991076053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-i-hate-my-stupid-cca.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6581758419410119204</id><published>2007-07-18T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:10:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be honest&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *********&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If u really like someone right now,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; **************************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And miss them right at this moment,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ****************************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And can't get them out of your head,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *****************************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Then re-post this titled "if you love&lt;br /&gt;&gt; someone read this"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *******************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Within one minute,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And whoever you are missing,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ************************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Will surprise you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ***********************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BREAK THIS, AND YOU WILL HAVE THE&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *************************&lt;br /&gt;&gt; WORST LIFE STARTING IN 2 HOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf lah IVE BEEN HAVING MY WORST LIFE SINCE EARLY THIS YEAR, TO BE MORE SPECIFIC, MARCH LAH NABEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. Maybe i just tried a little too hard. I'm happy for you but it sucks to be back at square one again. I hope tpjc girls soccer team will be created. Only then will i pursue something i love. Ah life sucks lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6581758419410119204?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6581758419410119204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6581758419410119204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6581758419410119204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6581758419410119204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-honest-if-u-really-like-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-7167043908088857693</id><published>2007-07-15T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:24:33.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyone willing to spend 50bucks on movie marathon?(quite a stupid question) but i'm trying out my luck(not that luck has brought me ANYWHERE FOR THAT MATTER) i wish to stuff myself with molten chocolate babycakes but i'm lazy to buy the ingredients. and i just wish to be a sloth. can i be one. no, because i have not completed the stupid project work. the only person who understands me is, me. hahahahahhahaha wthef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-7167043908088857693?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7167043908088857693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=7167043908088857693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7167043908088857693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7167043908088857693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/07/anyone-willing-to-spend-50bucks-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-2433289062112580217</id><published>2007-07-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:51:25.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sfwfnbcb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF I DONT UNDERSTAND WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY I ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THE ONE WHO GIVES IN, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I HAVE TO BE THE ONE WHO BE NICE AND OK NVM I'LL BACK OUT I'LL DO THIS I'LL DO THAT, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THE ONE WHO PRINTS THE BLOODY PIECE OF CRAP WHEN OTHERS HAVE THE BLOODY PIECE OF BLOODY SHIT PRINTER. I REALLY CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SOME PEOPLE SO FUGGERSHIT PEOPLE JUST REFUSE TO USE THE STUPID NB EARPIECE AND PLUG THAT F PIECE OF SHIT INTO THEIR TEENY EARS INSTEAD OF TURNING ON THE BLOODY SHIT PIECE OF LOUDSPEAKER, I CANNOTTTT BLOODY UNDERSTAND WHY ALL THESE SHITS ARE REALLY BOTHERING ME SO MUCH, AND I UTTERLY CANNOT BLOODY UNDERSTAND WHY I'M EXHAUSTED. TIRED. PERPLEXED. PENAT LAH BACIN. I CANNOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT FKG UNDERSTAND WHY I ENTERED JC JUST TO SATISFY MY PARENTS, I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I'M STILL GETTING U GRADES AFTER I STUDIED LIKE SOME NABEI SHIT. I CANNOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT DIGEST THE FACT THAT I GOT 3 Us AND ONE D AND THE THING THAT REALLY PISSES ME OFF RIGHT NOW IS THAT I HAVE A FUCKING STUPID PW EVALUATION OF MATERIAL PIECE OF CRAP 600 WORD ESSAY TO BE HANDED IN BY TOMORROW MORNING. AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OBVIOUSLY CANNOT UNDERSTAND HOW THE BLOODY FK OTHER JC STUDENTS CAN COPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe depress isnt too strong a word to describe my feelings. I am so tired of everything that i'm doing right now and i just feel like slapping everyone, myself for that matter. I hate disappointing myself, i HATE disappointing my parents. But i dont know how to make things better. I really dont. Bcos everyday i try my best. and this really sucks. maybe i'd just consider withdrawing from jc and just study overseas. or just stop studying. i hate studying. who said i loved studying. i dont need to follow the jc path to succeed. wtf lah. and argh i still have a 2.4km morning run tomorrow laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa wtf and my leg is still injured I HAVE LIKE THE BEST LIFE ANYONE CAN EVER IMAGINED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2433289062112580217?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2433289062112580217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2433289062112580217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2433289062112580217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2433289062112580217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/07/sfwfnbcb.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3463436827743045194</id><published>2007-07-05T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:37:32.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've disappointed myself in all thinkable ways. and i sprained my ankle. obviously my life currently sucks. what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3463436827743045194?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3463436827743045194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3463436827743045194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3463436827743045194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3463436827743045194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-disappointed-myself-in-all.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1503627965303706367</id><published>2007-07-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:42:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[jukeboxshkh] Acha Septriasa feat Irwansyah - Ada cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week's been awesome. That may be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, shopped like some retarded person with me sister at Orchard, just the two of us. Liat towers, taka, wisma and everywhere else. Spent 2h in Zara alone looking again and again at the clothes and ended up spending 400 bucks(insane madness shit). Had lunch at bk before we set off for another shopping spree gone wrong. Spent a lot more at mng(note: mng at wisma better than at vivo). Spent about an hour at mng then acted shocked when we saw Zara again with sale signboards all over, heaheahea. Looked again at the items and limit ourselves not to look anymore lah, heart pain ok spent so much already. I think i wouldn't eat lunch at school for the next gazillion weeks. Please eh. Over to topshop to get a heart shaped necklace cos me got voucher(for spending so much ahhahaha and getting points!!) lol. I realised topshop does not really offer thatttttt much pretty goods. A'ah lahh Zara is like still the very best. Ok enough, i bet you readers drag reading the shopaholic part of all entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, TRANSFORMERS MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE. ARGHHHHHH IM RUSHING LIKE A MF. BUT WHAT I REALLY WISH TO SAY IS THAT ITS THE BEST MOVIE IVE EVER WATCHED LA OK. Nak mati. Now transformers is my favourite movie, NOTE. I love bumble bee and i think optimus prime is like damn wow lah, gosh. Loved the effects so much that i only blinked a few times throughout the movie cos i din want to miss any part of the action. Honest!! It's awesome, my brothers and i were speechless after that. 10 minutes later in the car we were like exhanging thoughts and calling our other siblings and getting all excited and retarded over a movie, lah!!! But well, THE BEST SHIT EVER. Wins spiderman or any nenek man. There's humour in it too, i laughed the shit out of me in the cinema, i nearly died ive never laugh so much so sincerely in the cine. heheheheh. Yes lah i'm trying my best to persuade all of you to watch, it's THE movie of the year, of all years also i think. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, SUSU is finally seventeen!!!!!!!!!!!! Heheheheh i nearly died planning and everything with the girls. With so much in my head to settle, dude, everything worked out great and i was very glad that today's a public holiday for schooling kids(er pri, sec and jc hehehe JC PERKS)!. Earlier today was spent at sentosa with tpjc kids which was much a stress reliever as we talked and talked and just relaxed for after zillion years of studying(k time to exaggerate i suppose, NAFSU) anws, played taitee which i won many times cos i totally rock i guess(hurrr). Walked by the beach and splashing sand water on one another and you know all the beach have sand in your faces fun. Left earlier than the other classmates to celebrate su's bday. Hehehe sorry guys, i really was trying my best to reach there as soon as i could, din know the journey would take that long!! Obviously, got there later than planned. By more than an hour yes yes curse. Susu was shocked like some kental bacin and of cos that's even better than being shocked as just a bacin. So everything turned better than i expected it to be cos hehehehehehehe babe said it was her best birthday ever. Like i said to you last night, you're going to have an AWESOME birthday not to worry kan??? Uhuhhh! Hehehehe, kok pegeng pegeng tangan sihh! Hhaahaha aye thanks to the main character who made it all possible, if not we had to crack our already exhausted teeny little brains for a surprise. Heeh all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, i'm so bloody pooped so i want to sleep. Ciao. SCHOOL TMRW. WHAT THE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1503627965303706367?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1503627965303706367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1503627965303706367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1503627965303706367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1503627965303706367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/07/jukeboxshkh-acha-septriasa-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8602823943418854018</id><published>2007-06-28T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:24:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Elliot Yamin - Wait for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, it feels like as if i just went thru another Olevels saga. Mid years was a lot of crap intertwined with bloody sambal. To think Olevel Amath was the hardest math i was ever going to attempt, gosh, math was like the toughest taxing paper i have ever sat for in my whole entire teenage life. I wish not to fail and disappoint my parents, and myself. But looking at how unbelievable it was that i was only capable of answering 2 measly questions out of like 9, dude that's very what the shit lah. Chemistry changed my perspective of how it used to be my first love. It cheated my feelings. One of the craziest moment ever in the stupid hall sitting for papers with so many blank spaces. GP was well, let's just say i didn't know but i was late for school therefore that means i was late for the paper. I have never ever been late for any examination. Bio was quite lame because we're supposed to answer zillion questions in 2h 30 minutes. It's almost retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am fine. I'm totally pooped and super exhausted. It really does feel like Olevels, sleeping very late at night, waking up really early in the morning, memorising whatever nonsense, "mug", coffee, the shivers i experience before entering the hall. My legs were wobbly i swear, i've never been so terrified for chemistry in my whole entire life. JC is retarded. And i shall not dedicate more than two paragraphs for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another insane note. I finally got my period after like zillion over years(exaggerating). Two weeks. It hardly happens therefore mams and i got really confused, worried and very much flustered, and i kept thinking what the hell was wrong with me. Got back from school two days back and my "greatest in the whole wide world" sister told me she dreamt i was pregnant. I nearly died. My mam nearly died. She kept asking me almost every hour, every minute, every second whether i've got it already, i dared not to check cos i was afraid. What if i was pregnant? Question. Who's child!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?! Wtf man. All those stupid thoughts flooded in the teeny brain and i really felt like wtf man. Honestly, i felt like dying and with so much drama at home, it did not help me one bit. Then i decided that you know, i had to bathe, change and start studying already. The nerves i was so afraid. Jeng jengg!!! That was like the greatest moment ever and i jumped around the house like some bloody idiot telling everyone i got my period. Moral of the story, appreciate period. Though it's like murdering me with its contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest updates!!! Zara's sale starts today!!!!!!!!!! Will be going shopping tomorrow with best sister in the whole wide world tomorrow(yayy) before meeting up the doubleohse7en for a class outing. Hehehe, already planned out, the babe's coming early in the morning and we're leaving home as early as 11am!! First will be Liat Towers at Orchard(near my workplace nyek miss chris, those old times of shopping alone during lunch time), then at alamak cannot remember already ahhahahaha but all Zara. Yes yes if you're reading my entries for the first time, well you've just discovered what Zara maniacs my sister and i are. Insane dofos who shop like almost everyday, my friends said. I told my sister and she disagreed(and was surprised). Then there was a pause. "Actually quite true ah we shop a lot ah" Hahahahahahhaahaha. So she asked me earlier just now whether i will be able to tag along tomorrow cos i already had plans made, hahaha, which moron wouldn't want to go. Zara, your sister, ZARA, your SISTER. Big money big moneyyyy hahahahahaha. About time i let others treat me, been spending too much. Speaking of which, i'm getting a new lappie wheee (: I wish to pay for it but i heard my brothers volunteered to pay for me(nyeehehehehehehehe), ahahahha such lovely brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i shall catch up with something i haven't done for a very long time. Afternoon nap!!! Hahahaha till then all, promos in 9 weeks, like wtf i just finished my stupid midyears. Lots of love, hugs and concern. (NB. Miss the little kids, 4As, tata and su)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8602823943418854018?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8602823943418854018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8602823943418854018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8602823943418854018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8602823943418854018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/06/jukeboxshkh-elliot-yamin-wait-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1773175506658709363</id><published>2007-06-22T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:16:55.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Plain White Ts - Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest i've done last minute mugging. Ever. I was unsure how i was going to squeeze everything in 7 days(you see, i only realised i have not started anything except DNA on monday). I can say i'm very much unprepared for this huge common test. In other words, i'd rather die than going to school on monday onwards to sit for the stupid tests. Chemistry totally sucks, i've never hated chemistry this much ever. I'm not prepared to get an F, really. Biology is another ultimate piece of crap which i have not done much. And i have not started revising for econs which i failed with a 6 out of 50 for the faculty test. Of course, i was at the bottom of the class for econs. Not alone though. That did not make me feel any better did it. 2 mere days and i only did math once. &amp; the worst shit ever is mng sale has already started!!!!!! &amp;amp; i went to mng at Vivo during the first day hehehehehehehehehehe. The queue was shit, there were a million people(though normally there'll be like a zillion) and argh i only bought 2 tops ok ): point to note, i do not like crowds. So my sister and i just shopped somewhere else. Pull &amp;amp; bear has really awesome stuffs but i could not take a look much cos i had to look after my baby niece(or rather the tua bangka miang girl). Bought two pairs of earrings from warehouse and fell in luv with one of the green tops. Which my sister already bought. YAY. Hahahahahhaa. Ok, i'm supposed to be starting on econs. My idiot brother for once made a good point "Alah, friday what, i think you should rest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs thurs thurs thurs thurs thurs thurs (actually i cannot wait for monday cos i can't wait to screw up and get this shit over and done with gr, i want to get proper rests again and not the recent 8am alarm !!U!jhsoiwehsf and by the time it'll alr be school reopen, THE NERVES.))))!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1773175506658709363?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1773175506658709363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1773175506658709363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1773175506658709363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1773175506658709363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/06/jukeboxshkh-plain-white-ts-hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5304087184987416169</id><published>2007-06-12T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:44:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/541593"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/541593/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5304087184987416169?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5304087184987416169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5304087184987416169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5304087184987416169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5304087184987416169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/06/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-928155605756881463</id><published>2007-06-11T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:05:02.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Mawi feat M.Nasir -Lagu jiwa, lagu cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, today's actually quite eventful. For the first time in my 17 years of wonderful yet full of shits life, i managed to indulge myself in BK's croissant'wich(chicken sausage) for breakfast. Boy was it yummy. The first few minutes of savouring every bit of the sandwich was utterly beyond description. The croissant was soft-like, the meat ever so tender and tasty, and the thick piece of egg melts in my mouth almost so well it reached my comfort level. Should i consider doing an advertisement on it? Lol, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a divine moment &lt;em&gt;until,&lt;/em&gt; a Malay uncle of late 30s-early 40s sat at the table beside me and decided to have a "talk" with me. It is fine if strangers talk, talk. But when strangers ask where i'm schooling, where i'm staying, where exactly i'm staying, block 400 plus?, was i alone, what do i study, how do i study.. then that falls in the "talk" category. A moment i wished that time would just skip for 5 minutes. Because that blasted 5 minutes had me for the first time during a breakfast, 1)spill my hot milo 2)stumble over my words 3)tremble in fear 4)cursed and swore so much in my heart 5)felt like slapping that tua gatal tak tahu malu punya anak. He, God i'm sorry for being such a babi right now, looked like one of those tak sembahyang type of gatal Malay uncles who goes to Batam in search of the fourth wife. God forgive me if this is just an assumption and that i was wrong, but please man. Enough said. I left my unfinished meal(bloody hell there was still more than 2/3 of the yummy hot milo, lots of hashbrown left) Middle finger, it was nearly 7 damn dollars. To top it all off, he actually asked why i was afraid to "talk" to him and i should "&lt;strong&gt;alah&lt;/strong&gt;, jangan takut &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" which meant "&lt;strong&gt;ALAH&lt;/strong&gt;, don't be scared &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". OBVIOUSLY THAT TRIGGERED EVERYTHING. OF COURSE, I WAS SCARED AFRAID FRIGHTENED PETRIFIED. Brainnsssssssssssssssss. The final blow was that when i left, mr scary actually said "&lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;, belum habis lagi cakap &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; abeh dah nak pergi..." which meant, "&lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;, haven't finish talking &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, already want to go.&lt;em&gt;.......?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAID I EVER WANTED TO HAVE A "TALK" WITH YOU. You may think i was overreacting but i say i was not. That's because he was really very scary lah. His expression, the way he looks at people, even when i was eating, HE.WAS still looking at me. Argh ok enough, this reminds me of my experience of being stalked. OK SHALL NOT START.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, i nearly ran to Bedok library. My intention of waking up early was well, see. So i settled down soon enough(Alhamdulillah) even though i kept turning behind, yknow, imagination obviously already running very wild. I am, afterall already seventeen. Too much drama for a Monday morning. Mugged biology trying to figure out DNA and eventually did(i think?). A little bit more to cover tonight before i start with Cell Ultrastructure tomorrow. I actually am proud of myself because i studied for 7 hours(10am to 5pm) with only 1 toilet break. And obviously the occasional daydreaming habit i practise. But seven hours. DNA was a queen of all bitches. &lt;em&gt;The &lt;/em&gt;queen of all bitches. I'm running out of time. There are still zillion more topics to scribble notes on. Yes i was exaggerating, not zillion but say about at least five for &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; subject? And i'm already left with only 2 measly weeks? I need all the luck i can get. &lt;em&gt;Luck? Where did it get me during the fac tests? Aye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why i'm actually behind time is because, i did not study yesterday. Yes yes, you do know i love to make ambitious plans of studying the whole day and just have a few breaks in between. I did. Ouh, and the next thing i knew was i got a call from Mam to join her &amp; my sister-in-law to shop at Robinsons. That was at 1.30pm. When i was still watching the television. Number one, i broke the law of studies by watching TELEVISION when i was supposed to start on DNA at 10am(see, that was already a big bargain my more ambitious side of me wanted an 8am). Number two, at 1.30pm, i've wasted my supposed-to-be 3 1/2 hours of Biology. I could have covered HALF of DNA. &lt;em&gt;Could.&lt;/em&gt; Third point, i agreed to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i knew that was &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. Ended up buying 4 items for $113. Items were on sale. They were? Well, finally got myself a decent enough sweater from Joan Sports U.S cost price: $79;discounted price:$64. It's different, and it's nice. And quite expensive i realise. Hmm. Also i bought a tshirt, no biggie. A necklace, a long, gorgeous, vintage necklace. &amp; lastly a scrungee. Aye, the mistake of having brought Nets. See, i do not ask my parents for money, it's all from my savingggsss. Moral of the story, me not spoilt. (Just love to spend. A lot. Hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three storybooks to finish up before 26th june. One of which i am half-way done thanks to the midnight-till-3am late night read (: I love reading, just that i never really got infatuated with textbooks. &lt;em&gt;Next year's revolution.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've been having similar dreams. And the most recent one was about someone whom i hardly ever knew. He. Is a friend of my friend. It's a small world and i do know different friends who are affliated to him. We&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; met once. We &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; acknowledged each other once. But, who &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; you? I've been thinking about the dream a lot lately. And i wish God will let me know the meaning behind the dream one day. Well, just like how people say that things do happen for a reason, is it safe to say that.. say, dreams do happen for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pooped. So that's all for today folks. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-928155605756881463?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/928155605756881463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=928155605756881463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/928155605756881463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/928155605756881463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/06/jukeboxshkh-mawi-feat-m.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-2562728169296427569</id><published>2007-06-02T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:19:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Elton John - Your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very goddamn contented grinning little person because i am guilty. I am guilty of spending nearly 300 buckaroos on 2 dorothy perkins jeans&amp;amp;pants, 1 topshop top, 1 topshop belt and an esprit purse. Curse nets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2562728169296427569?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2562728169296427569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2562728169296427569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2562728169296427569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2562728169296427569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/06/jukeboxshkh-elton-john-your-song-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3844006311369211035</id><published>2007-05-31T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:10:28.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Jordin Sparks - This is mine now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write a brief one, and to begin with, school holidays have officially started!!! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) TPJC Runway was duper especially bcos i finally saw farah!!!! For the first time eversince we knew each other existed, it was awesome. Yes yes, we screamed paused screamed again paused again and screamed again and paused again. Hahahahahhahaa i was just bloody elated hahahahaha i really don't know how to put it in proper words. It was goddamn great for a proper human's feelings. Yes, THAT great. Ok other than that, i might just want to take part in tpjc runway next year. Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Saw suhaimi off with the other kids. Thanks union for the very belated pressie, it's hahaha very cute. It was a good time with the kids and my lovely 3As. Special apologies to nursyazana abu bakar cos hehe i gave you really bad directions. Mini cake was very yummy even though i was very tempted to smother it into hakim's face. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Odac LTC 07. It was a very bloody tiring camp. Great nevertheless since i got the best group mates in the whole wide world. The camp's like ncc camp but much tougher since we had biscuits for the first two days. Trekked at Pulau Ubin from 1pm to 2am and God only knows how the hell i got here and even typing out this stupid entry. Group mates and i(a team of eight) sang all the songs we could think of/sing to/hum to the whole bloody 13 hours. I nearly died but the songs made me survive, ok. Or maybe i just reincarnated. Whatever that was, with biscuits only, dude that's just awesome. Next day we had kayaking expedition. Changi to bedok jetty, to and fro. Got sunburnt and well, hands are so effing tired which explains this very brief entry. Back to school and had campfire which was quite disappointing since the jc2s were'nt very sporting. Last day, stamimania which we had to face high elements which omg were so tough. Situational test and whatever tests for leaders &amp; teachers to pick the upcoming Ex-Cos. Last event was wet games which was the main highlight cos omg it was damn good. We crawled under the drains(k spare me), got sat on soya sauce, got threw with eggs and flour into our faces and the last station was the best - a hill.. which we had to climb, but they poured soap soya sauce eggs and whatever crap on the huge green mat. Hahahahahha it was damn funny how we ran and climbed like shit and eventually fell and rolled down the stupid hill. It seemed like a domino effect cos when one rolled down everyone else rolled down too and hahahaha it was very enjoyable. I laughed my ass off, literally hahaha i nearly shit in my track pants. Ended with debrief and whatever not. Despite the camp being tough overall, rate it a 10, thanks to my group. Other groups rated a 6 in average hahaha. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Celebrated a belated father's birthday at Royal Scotts Hotel where we had hi-tea which was one of the best lunch feasts i've ever had in my whole entire life. Pineapple rice, fried noodles, fried chicken wings, laksa, waffles, icecreams with all kinds of toppings, chocolate fountain, 20 types of cakes, sushis, bread, fruits, salads, ice kacang, tarts, alah everything lah!! One word, divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl78W2otfnI/AAAAAAAAADc/5MNc6Ve-hTY/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070767700019347058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl78W2otfnI/AAAAAAAAADc/5MNc6Ve-hTY/s400/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl79ImotfoI/AAAAAAAAADk/3FQ7LJyEKFI/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070768554717838978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl79ImotfoI/AAAAAAAAADk/3FQ7LJyEKFI/s400/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl7-M2otfpI/AAAAAAAAADs/RVrFmm7LAT4/s1600-h/IMG_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070769727243910802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl7-M2otfpI/AAAAAAAAADs/RVrFmm7LAT4/s400/IMG_1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl7_PGotfqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0KzD6YvhlDY/s1600-h/IMG_1116(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070770865410244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl7_PGotfqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0KzD6YvhlDY/s400/IMG_1116(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl7_nGotfrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mjHqGKW7fbM/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070771277727104690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl7_nGotfrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mjHqGKW7fbM/s400/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8ADmotfsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZBcM3nFb-h8/s1600-h/IMG_1123(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070771767353376450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8ADmotfsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZBcM3nFb-h8/s400/IMG_1123(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8Al2otftI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Glca_7e572A/s1600-h/IMG_1132(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070772355763896018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8Al2otftI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Glca_7e572A/s400/IMG_1132(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8A6motfuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DnuS0OLvOdA/s1600-h/00018626_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070772712246181602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8A6motfuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DnuS0OLvOdA/s400/00018626_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8BKWotfvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f9TihEMqyuo/s1600-h/00018625_500(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070772982829121266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl8BKWotfvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f9TihEMqyuo/s400/00018625_500(1).jpg" 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/14184135-3844006311369211035?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3844006311369211035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3844006311369211035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3844006311369211035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3844006311369211035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukeboxshkh-jordin-sparks-this-is-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rl78W2otfnI/AAAAAAAAADc/5MNc6Ve-hTY/s72-c/IMG_1135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-2159954560016605501</id><published>2007-05-22T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:05:58.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm actually very very fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i for once just STOP DOING THE STUPID PW WHICH IS A NO BRAINER SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;can i for once BE NOT THE PERSON WHO PRINT THE STUPID BODOSHIT FOR ALL&lt;br /&gt;and can i for once not PANIC AND BE WORRIED FOR THE GODDAMN FACULTY TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;and can i FOR ONCE GET A PROPER 8H SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;and can i FOR THE FUCKING ONCE LET MY BRAINS REST.&lt;br /&gt;well, actually i am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;CAN I FUCKING MEET MY LITTLE NIECES STUPID BODONABEISHIT.&lt;br /&gt;can i for once just calm down, settle down, adapt to jc life, and at least get decent grades for the various faculty tests? NO I FUCKING CANT. BCOS I AM TIRED YOU FUCKING PIECE OF CRAP. no i'm not commiting suicide or slashing my wrists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi, that felt very good. and as you can see i do need my dosage of 3As &amp; doubleEes. DoubleEes babes when are we meeting? please stop it eh, everytime pick a date that i cannot make it, benci ok ): and lin, your present is still very much with me. and nis, i benci you for having a bbq bday during your v impt olevels year!!! and een, i know you miss me i miss you too so WHEN. iyliee, the only reason to why i'm watching anugerah is because of your beloved one. Go kassreal!!!! Did i spell that right? Alfi!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3As, KISS KISS MISS MISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually not used to ranting online, my apologies that will happen in no near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2159954560016605501?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2159954560016605501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2159954560016605501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2159954560016605501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2159954560016605501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-actually-very-very-fucking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8656147806356914485</id><published>2007-05-18T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:56:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] N'Sync - This i promise you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nsync? well, look how justin timberlake's living his life. from a boy groupie to a very successful.. (hotter) jt bringing sexy back. hahahaha, actually my point was i like the song even tho it's sappy mappy. right, one point and so much elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm let's see, it's been a crazy exhausting blasted series of events eversince 9thmay. 9thmay ended well with little friends screaming into my face the word surprise. and a pretty yummy chocolate cake with strawberriessssssssssss. so yum. they were all outside my house, goodness what could have happened if i have worn my fav tshirt which has a tiny hole on the side?!?! hahahahahahhahahahahahaha, well lesson learnt. so the little girls made me 4As tshirt which is hahahaha adorable and i was very touched abt it. we've come so far right girls? remember the various terrible moments we had to go through? and we actually.... got through them! we're still very much intact and i love you girls (: kiss kiss miss miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;other than the girls, there were the boys. hahahaha yes now everyone say OMG with me. boys, i apologise for my unkempt hair etc hahahaha. goodness, had cake and a short session of chitchatting before they started.. yknow, the result of cake and birthday. the sabo session led everyone(except syaz who kept running away) with chocolate prima deli cake on their faces. but it wasn't for long when syaz got smothered with the creammmmmmmmmm on her face too hahahahaahahaha, retribution. after washing up at my house, we sat at the playground(btw all this happened at the playground please, not my house with my pregnant sister 5 days before giving birth!!!) and chatted. took pictures and well, that was the best birthday night ever (: sweet, seventeenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got to school with unfinished school work hahahaha and stories about the night before. it was awesome. quite a number of people knew it was my birthday and birthday wishes kept flooding my ears everwhere i went. it was such a bliss and i appreciate the wishes and textmessages i received also (: new closefriends gave me a bottle of chocolates and.. a famous amous lollilop cum cookie. these people just want to make me fatter. i've gained weight, the weight i lost during the holidays bloody hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was............. HEALTHY ALREADY. then eat eat eat like some pig during working period then entered tpjc... PRATA, ROTI JOHN, NASI LEMAK WITH SUPER CRISPY BESAR CHICKEN WINGS. alah you got my point la ): bloody sambal. SAMBAL NASI AYAM ALSO SEDAP LA THERE. eeeeeee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i digressed once again i apologise for that. right so i found out a few days later that i passed my bio faculty test!!!!!! 20/40!!!!!! hahahaha, bloody hell note the sarcasm already!! sucked to the core la ok. another great news later that week when i found out the harsh tragedy, I FAILED CHEMISTRY. so much drama for one entry, but I FAILED CHEMISTRY. it was quite demoralising but i managed to pick myself up. i guess that's what i have learnt to do the past weeks. math faculty test next thurs, another whole picking up thing again -_- my life's been so sian actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then my school had a watch-spiderman3-together at suntec thingy. about 250 tpjcians flooded suntec and we had a movie hall only for us!!! ahhahahahaha it was damn cool la and i won a NEXT poster bcos i answered a very simple question like "which is the first cinema to..." DUHH RIGHT. AHGHAHAHAHA. then we smuggled in ruffles chocolates and hahahah i apologise for my deep love for... DAHFA IKANNNN SNACK AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. please eh, the whole big packet finished just as the movie ended. it was insane, and funny how tpjcians are so.. yellow -_- "hey, i bought you PEONIES" not SOMETHING ELSE. "you know i loved your father very much" IT'S THE BUTLER, THEY HAVE A BOND NOT ANY KIND OF INTIMATE BOND. GOODNESS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. i laughed too much. the first time when i watched it with my siblings two days after the movie started screening, i nearly cried. and with the friends, dude i laughed my ASSSSS OFFF. i watched spiderman3 twice. it's best la. becuase HARRRRYYY IS INSIDE. HE IS SO MINE. these little kids(as in my classmates) kept sayign HARRY IS MINEEEEE and it's quite annoying bcos i told them HE IS MINE eversince before i watched the first time with siblings. then they pandai2 EHH HES MINE after the movie. eh, please eh go kentut jauh2 first. and one of my friend actually told me i could take MICHAEL SCOFIELD INSTEAD OF JAMES FRANCO. number one, i do not NEED to TAKE wentworth miller cos HE IS ALREADY MINE. you all dont sebok ask me to take or accuse me of "stealing" cos that does not apply to me!! number two, james franco is also mine!!!!! he is macam so charmingggggggg.. but he died during spiderman3 haiyahhhhhhhh. see so drama la this entry cannot take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had a two day kayaking course. oh boy, i realised kayaking is quite straining. and i got sunburnt. it's ugly, the skin peeling off it's damn gross ah ahhahahaha. but it was a good 2day course cos i learnt something new and i cracked up a lot with my friends. oh, and i forgot to bring my towel for the second day, i don't know how i survived after the long bath. actually, i borrowed a towel la, ahahahahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14th may, a new sunshine borned (: name, still considering. my sister's gonna visit an ustaz/ulama' to pick one of the three names: fathma, maryam or zayna. i love the three names, with the EXACT SPELLING PLEASE AND THANK YOU. like khadijah's, not KATIJA or kathija or however you human beings mispell it as. like maryam not mariam, like zayna not zaina but ZAYNA. ahh, the new niece is heaven like. she looks like khadijah's twin hahahaa. damn cute la, but this one a bit chubby/montel. ahh, bliss. my sister's doing well and i actually miss the three of them. they're not living at bedok in the mean time. misses and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope you've realised the effort i'm putting in into this entry. it's rare for sheikha haroon to write such a detailed entry with so many events and very very very bad grammar. i'm guilty for not studying today but i'm very pooped. study group tomorrow with ze friends early in the morning makkkk how to wake up. which reminds me, once again earlier today i pressed stop instead of snooze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till next time, my life revolves around the word studying and studying revolves around my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2t2motfkI/AAAAAAAAADE/jJPVn2wI61A/s1600-h/PICT3182(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065896309457518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2t2motfkI/AAAAAAAAADE/jJPVn2wI61A/s400/PICT3182(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;helloooooooooooooooooooo anybody wants a hugg and a kissssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2jLWotfcI/AAAAAAAAACE/SDums0hFVnk/s1600-h/PICT3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065884571311898050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2jLWotfcI/AAAAAAAAACE/SDums0hFVnk/s400/PICT3181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the little kids who ended my birthday well enough to call it the best birthday night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2jj2otfdI/AAAAAAAAACM/We55w1zJ66I/s1600-h/PICT3183(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065884992218693074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2jj2otfdI/AAAAAAAAACM/We55w1zJ66I/s400/PICT3183(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girlfriends!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2kRGotffI/AAAAAAAAACc/SET8_UHXuPE/s1600-h/PICT3193(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065885769607773682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2kRGotffI/AAAAAAAAACc/SET8_UHXuPE/s400/PICT3193(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a circle of friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2l0WotfgI/AAAAAAAAACk/LPisTwzWPh4/s1600-h/00017849_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065887474709790210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2l0WotfgI/AAAAAAAAACk/LPisTwzWPh4/s400/00017849_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of the worst BUSUK pictures i've ever taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2mI2otfhI/AAAAAAAAACs/SEivo6kS0Mo/s1600-h/00017835_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065887826897108498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2mI2otfhI/AAAAAAAAACs/SEivo6kS0Mo/s400/00017835_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aahahahha i so ROCKED THE PICTURE LA HOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2vEmotflI/AAAAAAAAADM/NIgsd1xBlzk/s1600-h/00017832_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065897649487314514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2vEmotflI/AAAAAAAAADM/NIgsd1xBlzk/s400/00017832_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i HONESTLY din know they were all pointing at me and the instructor, ahahahhaa best la odac!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2viWotfmI/AAAAAAAAADU/SzZ4oJN4mcY/s1600-h/00017833_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065898160588422754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2viWotfmI/AAAAAAAAADU/SzZ4oJN4mcY/s400/00017833_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (: lots of luv new groupie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2nNWotfiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-WoHteJn-4E/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065889003718147618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2nNWotfiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-WoHteJn-4E/s400/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S MY BANDANA PRINCESS WITH DUPER TIGHT PANTS AND ZARA SHOES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8656147806356914485?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8656147806356914485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8656147806356914485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8656147806356914485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8656147806356914485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukeboxshkh-nsync-this-i-promise-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rk2t2motfkI/AAAAAAAAADE/jJPVn2wI61A/s72-c/PICT3182(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-6578913578882432085</id><published>2007-05-09T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:27:22.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] how many times, how many lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday wish was actually quite simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6578913578882432085?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6578913578882432085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6578913578882432085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6578913578882432085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6578913578882432085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukeboxshkh-how-many-times-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-9161556165661513835</id><published>2007-05-08T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:51:30.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] dixie chicks - not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess a tiny bump on my butt marks me turning seventeen, hahaha. i'm not too excited about tomorrow since it's a whole different shit now that i'm studying in a new school with no secondary school bestfriends. school, surprisingly, is holding sports day tomorrow till 12noon. i'm not so sure if i'm very excited about that hahaha cos no one has booked me due to their busy schedule, so i suppose i'll just have a quiet rest tomorrow. actually it's quite exhilirating to know that i'll finally have a proper rest after school tomorrow and perhaps i should start on my econs revision for thurs faculty test. i really don't see where this is going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-9161556165661513835?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/9161556165661513835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=9161556165661513835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/9161556165661513835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/9161556165661513835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukeboxshkh-dixie-chicks-not-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8788921382059599428</id><published>2007-05-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:41:56.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Justin timberlake - What goes around.. comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laced rosette says:&lt;br /&gt;MIDDLE FINGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the littlest things in life that makes it almost divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8788921382059599428?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8788921382059599428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8788921382059599428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8788921382059599428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8788921382059599428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukeboxshkh-justin-timberlake-what-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1936654021675481476</id><published>2007-05-02T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:15:52.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Ada Band - Karena wanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is the best thing that has ever happened to me(though that did not umm really make sense). On another note, today hasn't been very good because just three minutes ago i was unable to control myself. I am afterall, online. And you do know how the internet has been my bff since, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1936654021675481476?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1936654021675481476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1936654021675481476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1936654021675481476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1936654021675481476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukeboxshkh-ada-band-karena-wanita-song.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6205422685606776937</id><published>2007-04-28T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:17:06.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[jukeboxshkh] Ada Band - Karena Wanita(Ingin dimengerti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lekuk indah hadirkan pesona&lt;br /&gt;Kemuliaan bagi yang memandang&lt;br /&gt;Setiamu simbol keanggunan khas perawan&lt;br /&gt;yang... kau miliki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akulah pengagum ragamu&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin kumenyakitimu&lt;br /&gt;Lindungi dari sengat dunia yang mengancam... nodai... sucinya lahirmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karena wanita ingin dimengerti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lewat tutur lembut dan laku agung&lt;br /&gt;Karena wanita ingin dimengerti&lt;br /&gt;Manjakan dia... dengan kasih sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin kuajak engkau menari&lt;br /&gt;Bermandi hangat cahaya bulan&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai tanda kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;Bagi semesta cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintang terang itulah dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah redup dan mati&lt;br /&gt;Aku dibelakangmu memeluk dan menjagamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARENA WANITA INGIN DIMENGERTI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6205422685606776937?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6205422685606776937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6205422685606776937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6205422685606776937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6205422685606776937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/jukeboxshkh-ada-band-karena-wanitaingin.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-333816846526003682</id><published>2007-04-28T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:17:29.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are some things that i am never to understand as long as i am able to breathe. Say, i will never understand the beauty that lies within a tank top. One, it's a measly piece of cloth that so much resembles what the uncles drinking teh for breakfast at the coffee shops are wearing(white singlet). Two, what is up with the female population and their supposedly fabulous fashion sense!?!! Three, there are ignorant women who do not shave their pits!!!!!!!!! The thought of it is just oh god, beyond disgusting. I cannot understand why most of the women just love wearing tank tops(in white especially). Such a wide range of clothes to pick out from but no, tank top stands out from the rest the best. This is almost unbelievable. Especially unbelievable when i witness a Muslim wearing such an overbearing piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the next point, Muslims aren't supposed to touch dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. The As came over to my place for a gorgeous session of chocolates, very badly baked brownies(damn the stupid recipe), camera session and most importantly heart to heart talks. The great bunch were very lovely and sweet when they chose to come over to my place since i told them i was very exhausted to stay outdoors. They are the definition of the epitome of great friends. We'll all be very busy in weeks to come so i suppose it's difficult to meet up frequently. But let's cross our fingers and hope we'll make time for one another (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been good even though some people just insist on being chinese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-333816846526003682?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/333816846526003682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=333816846526003682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/333816846526003682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/333816846526003682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-some-things-that-i-am-never.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8305217596435855555</id><published>2007-04-22T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:39:50.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris6kVpZkjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WXic3T-OqTQ/s1600-h/P4200404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056199402614002226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris6kVpZkjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WXic3T-OqTQ/s400/P4200404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris6OVpZkiI/AAAAAAAAABs/rn9TV1R6UWc/s1600-h/P4200391(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056199024656880162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris6OVpZkiI/AAAAAAAAABs/rn9TV1R6UWc/s400/P4200391(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris5_VpZkhI/AAAAAAAAABk/8gANsPviTco/s1600-h/P4200386(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056198766958842386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris5_VpZkhI/AAAAAAAAABk/8gANsPviTco/s400/P4200386(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris4nFpZkgI/AAAAAAAAABc/5HhvoTQ4FwQ/s1600-h/P4200383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056197250835386882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris4nFpZkgI/AAAAAAAAABc/5HhvoTQ4FwQ/s400/P4200383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris4KlpZkfI/AAAAAAAAABU/WJTYivwg8tE/s1600-h/P4200374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056196761209115122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris4KlpZkfI/AAAAAAAAABU/WJTYivwg8tE/s400/P4200374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8305217596435855555?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8305217596435855555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8305217596435855555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8305217596435855555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8305217596435855555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Ris6kVpZkjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WXic3T-OqTQ/s72-c/P4200404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-3405557672826842352</id><published>2007-04-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:32:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[jukeboxshkh] Hinder - Lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things in life can make you just so simply contented. Firstly, to be done with your 3rd draft of PW P.I and second, to meet the crazy bunch of bvians. Apart from that, egestion. My new group of friends is such a frank bunch, we talk about the joy a piece of crap brings. And how the shit needs to travel down the large intestine, or the term i use 'load'. Three of my friends shit in the same toilet after school, there was a nice bench. I don't know where this entry is going so let's just end it here. Let me not digress, i met the crazy bunch of bvians. Not sure crazy or just a little unwell but they obviously did wash my worries &amp; stress away. No i'm not hating tertiary school, it's just really draining. Do i need to mention i've realised i have a disease? Of bloody changing my first right answers to the stupid goondu mcm benci bahlul ones. So i lost 3 marks. Oh, that was about bio faculty test. Yes, already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting a baby niece in a month's time. My sister said she might even share the same birth date with me, wow a cake every month that's almost divine. That simultaneously ruined the only birthday celebration my mom was ever so serious about. Ah well. I have classmates with grey and purple eyes. Maybe i should turn up for newspaper collection tomorrow with a red pair and scare the ass off everyone by acting like i'm possessed. Hmm. Oh and my sister said she just loves the existence of such bitchy teachers cos only then will she have reasons to slap them. My sister and I, despite the age gap, we think like twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my discussion has ended up at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3405557672826842352?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3405557672826842352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3405557672826842352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3405557672826842352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3405557672826842352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/jukeboxshkh-hinder-lips-of-angel-two.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-704050969362649097</id><published>2007-04-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:51:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Posted 15/4/2007&lt;br /&gt;I love you,Not only for what you are,But for what I am when I am with you.I love you,Not only for what you have made of yourself,But for what you are making of me.I love you,For the part of me that you bring out;And for drawing out into the lightAll the beautiful belongingsThat no one else had looked,Quite far enough to find.You have done itWithout a touch,Without a word,Without a sign.You have done it by being yourself.Perhaps that is what being a friend means,After all.The world is full of rude awakenings,But i just want you to know you have a friendWho will stand by you until the end,Whose sympathy endures through all,Whose heart is always yours.If it helps, if there is ever a need for your pain to be taken away,call on me.Ill be here ready to catch you if you fall.because we are best friends after all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just made my day. Night. Day. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-704050969362649097?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/704050969362649097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=704050969362649097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/704050969362649097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/704050969362649097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/sherly-posted-1542007-i-love-younot.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5536160921773766320</id><published>2007-04-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:57:15.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ughhhh and tell me how long has it been eversince zafirah, syazana, rabiatul adawiyah, suhaila and mayrissa existed in my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee UGHHH I AM SO CRANKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note this crankiness is ultimately because of my annoying ugh shitface person who shares the same family tree. and maths.) BENCI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5536160921773766320?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5536160921773766320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5536160921773766320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5536160921773766320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5536160921773766320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/ughhhh-and-tell-me-how-long-has-it-been.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8827555899174320362</id><published>2007-04-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:45:44.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Akon - Don't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i wonder, what have i done wrong to get mr gui for maths, argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jc was own choice not parents' jc was own choice not parents' jc was own choice not parents' sheikha jc was own choice, not parents. arghhh bloody sambal maths is no longer fun fun fun cos i know 9ohdsviksndlfx nothing bodoh. Ugh benci laaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want baked salmon from fish&amp;amp;co ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8827555899174320362?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8827555899174320362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8827555899174320362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8827555899174320362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8827555899174320362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/jukeboxshkh-akon-dont-matter-everyday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1752234232022686722</id><published>2007-04-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:49:54.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Dixie Chicks - Not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, the first few weeks of being a tpjcian's been awesome. What with the songfest which made me realise prom 06 never really existed, what with the retarded friends i got closer to who btw got me back to practising my hantu-gone-wrong continuous contagious laughter and what with the p.e teacher who treats us perfectly normal s.t.u.d.e.n.t.s like, army boys. Oh how could i forget to mention i'm in OutDoor Activities Club(ODAC) and uhm, we do outdoor activities like flying fox &amp; rock climbing etc. Just so you know, my class is so on i never met any bunch that's more on than on, hahahaha wtf. Just the third week and we already baked, cooked, played board games &amp;amp; watched horrifyingly hilarious(confuse confuse) movies at our civic tutor's home. Schedule's been so annoyingly packed that the word sardines do not fit here. School ends pretty late everday so i apologise for any pre-menstrual stress that occur not just once a month but almost everyday that i can now term as an emotional disorder called permanent pre-menstrual stress. Omg and my brother is annoying the shit out of my now with his crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, lots of luv and this is where this priceless piece ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1752234232022686722?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1752234232022686722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1752234232022686722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1752234232022686722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1752234232022686722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/jukeboxshkh-dixie-chicks-not-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6568413088132554915</id><published>2007-04-03T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:15:10.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, haven't been blogging. What can i say, school's been great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6568413088132554915?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6568413088132554915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6568413088132554915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6568413088132554915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6568413088132554915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/04/ah-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-7757130323221881757</id><published>2007-03-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:18:23.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Nelly Furtado - Say it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;University of Pennsylvania "MATH AS A SECOND LANGUAGE" interactive text book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come to think of it, that is quite retarded. Squared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-7757130323221881757?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7757130323221881757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=7757130323221881757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7757130323221881757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/7757130323221881757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-nelly-furtado-say-it-right.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5235844203933346192</id><published>2007-03-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:15:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RgkJmX441HI/AAAAAAAAABI/7t2B9o7ILP0/s1600-h/tootooott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046575412297651314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RgkJmX441HI/AAAAAAAAABI/7t2B9o7ILP0/s400/tootooott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first year birthday sweetie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5235844203933346192?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5235844203933346192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5235844203933346192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5235844203933346192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5235844203933346192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-first-year-birthday-sweetie.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RgkJmX441HI/AAAAAAAAABI/7t2B9o7ILP0/s72-c/tootooott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-210247824320870463</id><published>2007-03-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:22:36.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] the annoying little kids next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, school's been interestingly exhausting and here let me reinforce the positivity of this sentence. I no longer see myself throwing aside the school bag to watch what you call one of the world's greatest inventions - the television. However, listen this is quite mind-boggling and incredible, i actually found myself studying the topics covered for the first three months. Reminder, it's only the first week of school. I suppose my mind's pretty much set right now after going thru the Big O's and i guess that's the reason to my change of attitude towards studying. Olevels was a huge step that everyone, in particular myself had to take. Since i'm done with it, i pretty much can see now what would happen if i'm inconsistent for these next two years. Despite the fact that i missed the first three months of school work(let's skip the cursing and swearing shall we), i'm prepared to work hard enough to catch up with whatever that i have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's quite impossible but i shall demand for the impossible. It's the start of something new and i guess i need a good headstart. E.g a) $190 for a TI calculator (i had the image of blood gushing out of the arteries just immediately, in simple terms i nearly died just listening to the goddamn cost of a blasted calculator, why.) b) the thick, gargantuan (even bigger than the Longman's dictionary) Biology textbook by Campbell Reece. On a different note, i made really awesome new friends who were kind enough to help me with yet again, "salah parking". They're high, hyper and horny(i thought hard enough about that adjective by the way hahaha). I have never been late so many times for anything be it school or work in my life, ever. The school has three different areas set aside for muslims to do their daily prayers which gives me every reason to pray and none not to. Oh i got really pathetic tutors who made me appreciate my previous secondary school teachers whom i must admit .. spoon-fed me and every other student like a baby. Like a baby. How on earth will i (don't even think about ace-ing!!) pass chemistry with a nice old tutor who teaches too fast like a train with no formulae written or whatever, econs with the teacher who smiles ever too much till she got distracted and oh my god, maths with mr gui? I suppose there isn't a need to describe his ways of tutoring bcos i'm sure past bedokviewans already experienced those 'traumatising' moments, hahahahahahhahaa. Wth i'm serious, why the bad combinations of tutors. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, i had scrumptious ljs breakfast with the gorgeous abee and mom earlier today. Let's forget pancakes with strawberries and chocolate frost or BK's enormous omelette or mcdonald's sausage mcmuffin or whatever else cos heaven never introduced me any breakfast so good and simple as that! Ok kempunan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-210247824320870463?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/210247824320870463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=210247824320870463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/210247824320870463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/210247824320870463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-annoying-little-kids-next.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5470812935481328147</id><published>2007-03-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:55:56.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE NERVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5470812935481328147?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5470812935481328147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5470812935481328147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5470812935481328147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5470812935481328147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-4353106760190667661</id><published>2007-03-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:24:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] natalie imbruglia - i won't be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby niece who hasn't turned a year old just yet has already started emotionally abusing me with her constant cries and whines to dance along to the bob the builder theme song. She will greatly and happily(to add) do the honour of passing the shinco remote control just so that i will switch from nigella lawson's entertaining gorgeous cooking show to, Bob The Builder. Note, a)i refer her as &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; baby niece due to my high-spirited self and the burning enthusiasm towards he you call Bob. b)since nigella's cooking shows have always been my top favourite, it is never that simple to switch the channel to watch something else even if it's a repeat of the episode(yes even if it's a blasted repeat epi), today you discover another phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadijah, to the left to the left(don't you everrrrrrrrrr for a second get to thinking.......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-4353106760190667661?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4353106760190667661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=4353106760190667661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4353106760190667661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/4353106760190667661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-natalie-imbruglia-i-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8893601808171923728</id><published>2007-03-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:52:21.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] jason mraz - plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME&lt;br /&gt;7.50-8.30 8.30-9.10 9.10-9.50 9.50-10.30 10.30-11.10 11.10-11.50 11.50-12.30 12.30-1.10 1.10-1.50 1.50-2.30 2.30-3.10 3.10-3.50 3.50-4.30 4.30-5.10 5.10-5.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MON SPE SPE BALT1 MALT1 MA18D202 MA18D202 BA4B102 MTL1 MTL1 GP1 GP1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf is all of these man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)what the hell am i supposed to do from 1.10-3.10pm&lt;br /&gt;b)secondary school students don't let me ever slap your face if you EVER whine about school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8893601808171923728?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8893601808171923728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8893601808171923728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8893601808171923728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8893601808171923728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-jason-mraz-plane-time-7.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1332884341145185225</id><published>2007-03-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:22:21.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] hugh grant &amp; haley bennett - way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not just somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS WILL BE ONE OF MY WEDDING SONGS THO THE LYRICS SEEM TO BE UNAPPROPRIATE BUT GODDAMN THE TUNE IS SO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICE.&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/14184135-1332884341145185225?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1332884341145185225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1332884341145185225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1332884341145185225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1332884341145185225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-hugh-grant-haley-bennett.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5628963934905149921</id><published>2007-03-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:59:54.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] fray- how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i'm 248 sing dollars short now due to two nike items, my mind is still very much stable. though, i nearly died seeing them swipe my atm card. i don't think i will ever get over that(just like the other money-pinching topshopmngesprit goods that i spoil myself with). on a much lighter note, dinner with the much loved ex-colleagues yesterday night was marv as they made up a great company to be with, and also bcos it was on chris(god bless him really). Jumped into his car after that for a ride to arab street for sheesha &amp; tea. Talked and laughed a lot and honestly, they're one of the cooler adults i've met and truth is i will see myself missing them. And also the right location of having mcdonalds, secret recipe, coffee bean, starbucks about 8 levels below the office.. kfc, long john, pizza hut, mcdonalds again!, mango about 5 minutes walk from office(to lido).. ZARA about 2 minutes(yes i RUN there can't you sense my enthusiasm here).. aldo, esprit, topshop! about 8 minutes(come on, be realistic already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how could i forget the ayam penyet at lucky plaza. how could i. btw, today i suppose will be one of the last days i can literally waste my time and type hundred over entries in one day, bake yummy desserts almost twice a week and brag to everyone for the great oven, became a proud whale with the cabletv remote control on the right hand and having the index finger unconsciously pressing the goddamn button to switch to the next and the next and the next and the next and the next and the next and the next, channel. look, 6am in the morning is very tough for a 16 year old ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/Rfo7rbH9v2I/AAAAAAAAABA/7Zz4ObSg6v8/s1600-h/IMG_1079+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042408349996269410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; 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popularity, green tea is very refreshing as ever, my ez-link beeps twice and ignorance is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3871792898131247351?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3871792898131247351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3871792898131247351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3871792898131247351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3871792898131247351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-dido-white-flag-viking-is.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-6317823393838581949</id><published>2007-03-12T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:52:00.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] saves the day - nightingale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello avid readers of sheikha's train of thoughts, why can't the world be free from bitches?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-6317823393838581949?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/6317823393838581949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=6317823393838581949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6317823393838581949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/6317823393838581949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-saves-day-nightingale-well.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3587415008440172228</id><published>2007-03-08T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:40:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] the ataris - my reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tired la. Second day of orientation was much better compared to yesterday since hehehe my group members were quite "involved" during the amazing race. Sounds cocky but it was pretty interesting i suppose. The mass dance was uber hilarious yet fun cos first time everyone was like a goondu individual who blended in almost very well, ahhaha what i'm trying to say is everyone danced together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah super rings keropok so nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3587415008440172228?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3587415008440172228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3587415008440172228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3587415008440172228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3587415008440172228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-ataris-my-reply-eh-tired-la.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-1681539202739371419</id><published>2007-03-07T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:21:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] mxpx - heard that sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this extreme exhaustion and mendakness since i gave birth to a baby daughter. Which is like, never. Ever. I just don't get it why some students just had to have this mindset; orientation = cheering = lame. They shud just die for all the right reasons for making the orientation a drag. I don't like la all these people who think cheering &amp; joining the fun is "lame". Hello will standing there with arms folded and keropok face make much difference to the world then? See that's a trick question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at school was interesting but obviously enough i've never been so tired in my life. And what did we do there again? Hoping for the next two days to be more interesting and less tiring tho i just made a stupid statement about the tiring thing omg. Got to know quite a handful number of new friends and wow saw many familiar faces. Ahh ok lah i should rest and not be late again tomorrow(by 30 minutes can you believe it that's like half an hour which is like nearly an hour but it's half of &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;hour). What? Of course i had diarrhoea five seconds after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw my siblings and i had a conversation about mass comm during dinner just now, and we've concluded that mass comm is so overrated nowadays tt my sister who graduated with a dip in mass comm said that well the people aren't so "out there" &amp; fake. Unlike her, they're more.. "Hi i have a dip in mass comm so do not mess with me and speak the proper english". Hahahahahahah no please somemore. Uhhhh, sian eh! They're obsessed with their "mass comm" image &amp; omg la i'm just saying all these bcos i never really got interested in mass comm. Aye, speaking of which she got a better job yay! No more that goon arc cum leo shitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-1681539202739371419?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1681539202739371419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=1681539202739371419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1681539202739371419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/1681539202739371419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-mxpx-heard-that-sound-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5726348738271641095</id><published>2007-03-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:21:00.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] mxpx - wrecking hotel rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hold the phone when you're alone&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear&lt;br /&gt;And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there in your dreams and in this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be quite eventful. JAE posting results will be out &amp; i suppose it'll be the last day listening to the tebiat boss singing(or shouting) jiwang songs into my ears who by the way cracks me up for 89% of my day also by screaming all the random numbers when i'm hopelessly counting the stacks of stupid vouchers. Bloody sambal i will miss working as his part-timer and being angry at kuali ): And i thought i could only ever last for one month there ): it's so fun working no more bus7 rides back home! and no more laughing in front of him at his deprived childhood picture! Ayee, i'm actually not very exhilirated for school(if i do even end up in a decent junior college) since i feel it's really abrupt &amp;amp; even after a couple of months have passed, i don't think i felt the sense of satisfaction i thought i should. Perhaps i've been working for most of the long Olevel aftermath period that i haven't been enjoying proper rests. Let's just say we must leave the limited quality time spent with friends out of this. Ahhh i'm just not looking forward to school bcos of one really good reason, hikmah II later this month!!!!!! Argh of course that is a good enough reason! Ah, life sucks. Hahahahahahhahahahaha dahlah insya Allah i get into tpjc and not srjc since the baju is like so effing ugly. Hello, BOXES. IN BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way i'm back with my punk rock moment hahahahaha mxpx hahaha I APOLOGISE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5726348738271641095?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5726348738271641095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5726348738271641095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5726348738271641095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5726348738271641095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-mxpx-wrecking-hotel-rooms.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-248673155898207258</id><published>2007-03-04T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:00:35.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] josh groban - february song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am thankful everything has finally ended but i just wonder sometimes why does it always has to end right when i'm finally starting to feel i need it most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-248673155898207258?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/248673155898207258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=248673155898207258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/248673155898207258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/248673155898207258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/jukeboxshkh-josh-groban-february-song.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-2871059148449667352</id><published>2007-02-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:43:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Arabic(Egypt) -Shik shak shuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST HAD ONE OF THE BEST DESSERT EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;molten chocolate babycakes eaten with vanilla ice cream topped with yum chocolate frosting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST THING IS I MADE IT BY MYSELF. AHHHHHHH IT'S THE BEST SHEIKHA HAROON CREATIONS, EVER. MY FAMILY MEMBERS TOLD ME I SHUD BAKE THIS FOR KHADIJAH'S 1 YEAR OLD BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION (: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RePfu4S-kPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GZU4Dc8bhQc/s1600-h/asset_499_hl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036114804809306354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RePfu4S-kPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GZU4Dc8bhQc/s400/asset_499_hl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, can you just see the chocolate yumminess flowing out of the babycake? Well just imagine that with vanilla ice cream &amp;amp; chocolate frosting ((: Something like the below, except that the below is a picture of a brownie instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RePfzYS-kQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NqMDHDFgu0o/s1600-h/showImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036114882118717698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RePfzYS-kQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NqMDHDFgu0o/s400/showImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K SO WHO WANTS TO DIE JUST LOOKING AT THIS DIVINE GORGEOUSNESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2871059148449667352?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2871059148449667352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2871059148449667352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2871059148449667352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2871059148449667352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-siti-nurhaliza-beradu-di.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RePfu4S-kPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GZU4Dc8bhQc/s72-c/asset_499_hl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-5737913428157078476</id><published>2007-02-24T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:32:11.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] The Corrs - What can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i deleted this really long chunk of words i've been meaning to publish in today's entry cos i feel it will pollute my diary. Ah well, it always happens, i'm just too nice. &amp; i have nothing much to blog about now hahahahaha except that i am damn exhausted. But that's alright since i went to work, accompany kai xing &amp;amp; had belated birthday celebration for my eighteen years old iyliee (: I just hope you had as much fun as i did (: Though i was so tired to the point i could die.. best la just now! Ok i want to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5737913428157078476?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5737913428157078476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5737913428157078476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5737913428157078476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5737913428157078476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-corrs-what-can-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5421695157680095468</id><published>2007-02-23T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:05:15.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] some gay hip hop shit on perfect10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, a little to the left, uhuh uhuh. ah a little to the back also. yes somemore, yes yes a bit more. uh uh, ok stop. eh no left a bit. ah k. See? Doesn't hurt to give me some space does it. Thanks kuali periuk teluk belanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tgif! Zing zing ziggy zang zang zang, zang zang ziggy ziggy zang zang zang!!! Ok shit back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5421695157680095468?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5421695157680095468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5421695157680095468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5421695157680095468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5421695157680095468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-some-gay-hip-hop-shit-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-3417374893970750488</id><published>2007-02-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:57:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Kate Winslet - What if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all the obvious reasons to say that i had just A stupid day. From the moron who pushed me while i was entering the train(which came 7mins after the previous one that i chased frantically after then to find out that i missed it by two mere seconds) which was by the way really empty(and laughed at me like a bahlul in front of everyone after that) to the nasi ayam goreng i just had minutes ago(which i had to wait in front of the stall for 15 minutes for) which to my "bewilderment" or "shock", tasted like food my brother's capable of cooking. Thus, i declare my brother's telur goreng is tastier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, today's starting to end in a manner more beautiful than i ever imagined 2 minutes ago (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope lies in tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-3417374893970750488?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3417374893970750488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=3417374893970750488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3417374893970750488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/3417374893970750488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-kate-winslet-what-if-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-2123363344082514750</id><published>2007-02-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:04:08.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[jukeboxshkh] Goong - Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i am awesomely pooped to the very point that i have not even the strength, to fart. So if your imagination serves you well, you can catch a glimpse of my already tiny eyes made smaller and my really bad after-a-long-bath hairdo. Right, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Hong Kong was best and let me save my cute little zillion-eyed smilies for later. Other than Kebabs &amp; ridiculously money-pinching Indian bites, i had nothing else but maggi. And bread. In a way the place kinda sucks cos the food everywhere seems so yum yet inedible(ahhahahaha as in muslim inedible non-halal way) Thank goodness mums brought Rendang from home so that we could indulge ourselves in mama's own rendang yay! Oh which reminds me so much about me not being able to shit at Hong Kong. I think it's too nice a place that i was just very caught up appreciating the hills, mountains and the colourful city that my large intestines, yet again, managed to fail me. No, i don't see the connection between Rendang and Shit. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, 300 Sing Dollars wasn't enough for my endless shopping. I think i spent almost 70 bucks or so on oleh-oleh(gifts) for my friends hahahaha. I went crazy at the Ladies Market, Stanley Market(where my sister, mum and i ended up shopping like mad till we spent $600 altogether, goodness) and the various malls. We snapped 2G worth of shots, argh it's insane there especially bcos we were able to get a taste of both the country and city lives. I just realised that i did not really bother much about how expensive certain items were. Most of the times, i will find myself squeaking excitedly at how cute the keychains and the little silky nyonya purses were. Then i paid for them. Be it if it's 10bucks for a stupid d.i.y keychain i do not care i am sheikha and i love stupid cute little colourful shiny things. Rarr. Hahhahaha. My little baby niece(i notice i use too much of the word 'little' hmm) gets cuter everyday. She crawled around the floors of the suite we were staying at like a very cute baby leopard. And what really was interesting was how she screamed and struggled when any of us carried her off the carpeted floor. Eeeeeee i want to bite her. Speaking of which, she bit me on my left cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong disneyland saved for the last two days was even better (: (:::: Let me start off by saying that i did not miss a shit(here referring to singapore's fireworks by the bay or wherever) last year cos i just witnessed the most gorgeous and enchanting shitz of the year ever. The fireworks at 8pm was just marv. The wow sound system and gorgeous fireworks display almost brought me to tears. Ok here i warn you how easily i can present you my tears and also, i just love disney la!!!! I was happy when i saw Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel and and and Ariel la! I was gobsmacked at how amazed and wowed i was just watching different Disney characters dancing on their respective moving .. thingy.. hahahaha it was just amazing la i think i was more amazed than my baby niece. And i waved so triumphantly at the disney characters ooohhh wheee, Cinderella waved back she was so pretty with her light blue glittered dress (: There were so many tourists, especially when all of them (plus us also) gathered near the blue Disney castle at night to view the fireworks display. Ahhhhhh, Walt Disney God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though i had no chance to snap a photo with the cute disney characters (esp mickey and minnie) thanks to my siblings who emotionally abused me. Not so extreme though hahahaha. I only had a picture taken with Buzz Lightyear -_- He was really scary cos his poses were very abrupt and it shocked me very much hahahahahhaa ooo infinity and beyond! Ahh we stayed in the DisneyLand Hotel ahhhhhhhhhhhrgh i just absolutely love the hotel cos firstly it looks like a huge castle. It's shaped like a castle, painted white and awwwwwwww it's victorian setting inside !!!!!!!!!!! I went crazy just looking at the carpets, wallpapers, lamps, doors, mirrors, cushions and even the cups!!! There was hidden mickey everywhere it's so disney channel to me! Ahh i was such a happy person and oh the toiletries were complimentary!! The packaging had a snow white &amp; the seven dwarves theme awww... and the toilet mirror also had the similar theme. Alice in wonderland ruled the blankies la! And the carpets were gorgeous cos at one glance, you'll expect it to be all flowery but if you observe it properly, well.. it's mickey mouse hahahah!!! I was doing my prayers when i realised that, ahhh tak khusyuk... hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, shopped so much at disneyland also. So many cute disney things. Very expensive but again, sheikha didn't think twice or thrice. I got engaged there hehehehehe to mickey mouse hahaha cos i got a mickey ring for 30 Sing Dollars. Hahahaha i'll never in a million years buy a stupid random ring which costs me 30Sing in sg. But in disneyland, i did. It's really pretty (: Shines. Oh yes my sister(rar) bought a diamond ring at Kowloon City for 6000Sing Dollars. She said it was cheap, haha yes she said it was cheap, not her husband, who, by the way, paid, for the goddamn ring. Close to 2 Carat i think. It's very very very pretty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you extra "curious" human beings are just reading today's entry for my Olevels long awaited results, hahahaha and perhaps some have scrolled down just immediately ignoring the above typed words just to search for signs of my results. See what you had to go thru just for the stupid results lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, holiday at Hong Kong was superb (: Thumbs up, especially bcos the place is clean and green. I do not like to visit places with lots of rubbish and dirt lying around thus Hong Kong really is a nice place, to shop and also to appreciate the scenery (and disney!!!) Also, the city is just too colourful and packed with people that you might not know whether the locals even sleep at night! They're fashionable also. You wouldn't find a teenager with a layer of thick make up wearing a tight black tshirt, plain levis jeans and an adidas/nike sneakers anywhere there. They're more of.. boots, beanies, heels, sweaters(since the place is cold), leather jackets, pretty dresses, shades and of course no make ups. I love it there, but i don't think i'll be able to survive with Kebabs and Maggi Mee smacked into my mouth my whole life there eesh. Nak mampos sental maggie aje eh, ahhahahahahahahaha. Ahh, Hong Kong.. Right, the next vacation will be to Los Angeles or wherever that has Warner Bros. !!! Ahhhhh madness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much convinced now that i am one of those who has quite a low level of patience when it comes to The Arena. It's just very annoying that they speak too fast that sometimes i don't quite catch what they're mumbling about. And bah, it's just not my cup of tea la eesh if only i had a higher level of tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so i have done quite ok i suppose for Olevels. Though there are several subjects which i wish i could have scored better but it's all done anw and i'm just thankful that God put me through this whole drama. A B4 for English isn't that great since it has been my passion to read and write. But i suppose i am lucky cos i did have visions of me getting a D7(thanks to the stupid essay which i flunked). But i'm glad i got at least a B(though my r4 and r5 could have been so sososososososo so much better if i've aced it combined with the stupid humans also rarr) But i'm glad, hahahaha. I passed humans la! After years of living with a stupid D7 i finally got a decent B for humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R4: 13&lt;br /&gt;R5: 17 (-4 bonus points it will give you a 13 tada!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[: I screamed in the Indian Restaurant at Hong Kong knowing i got a smiling A2 for Emath ((: And i screamed even louder when i found out i scored a freaking A1 for Science, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I jumped like some asshole with chinese, indians and other races staring at me. Hahahaha i nearly choked eating the extra spicy chicken briyani which i especially asked for. Hahahahaha, that was a celeberation i guess. One stupid plate of briyani costs us 20Sing. But it's ok. Hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh i have been wanting to list the items i bought from Hong Kong which was worth 300 Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Pretty silver mickey ring&lt;br /&gt;: Pretty siver bracelet with mickey and friends characters dangling&lt;br /&gt;: A mickey purse!! (So cuteee)&lt;br /&gt;: Disney lolipops!!!!&lt;br /&gt;: A mickey pants&amp;hands mug!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;: A silver mickey handphone keychain (40 bucks siol)&lt;br /&gt;: Another handphone keychain, but minnie!&lt;br /&gt;: A cinderella frame hahahahahah i know wth but whatever i love cinderella&lt;br /&gt;: A red leather bag(80 sing dollars what was i thinking!!)&lt;br /&gt;: A champagne gold belt (40 bucks, goodness)&lt;br /&gt;: A pair of green converse sneakers&lt;br /&gt;: A pair of light grey with streaks of pink diesel sneakers&lt;br /&gt;: 4 I love Hong Kong tshirts&lt;br /&gt;: 4 Hard Rock Cafe tshirts&lt;br /&gt;: 4 pretty china purse&lt;br /&gt;: 7 nyonya-styled(glam la ok nyonyaaa) coin purse&lt;br /&gt;: 1 Esprit white cotton sweater(the one i've been wanting laaa)&lt;br /&gt;: 1 Esprit Jeans Jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everything i wanted. Just that i had not enough cash to get a watch ): There were two pretty watches which attracted me so badly ): A blue one from Esprit and the other from where else if not Disneyland. Boo i want to fly to Hong Kong againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-2123363344082514750?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2123363344082514750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=2123363344082514750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2123363344082514750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/2123363344082514750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-goong-stay-actually-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-8078067102971872194</id><published>2007-02-08T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:04:08.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[jukeboxshkh] Kate winslet - what if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SEXY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY ZAFIRAH BTE MUSTAZA HOPEFULLY YOU'LL HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY AND GET GOOD GRADES SO THAT YOUR SECOND DAY OF BEING A SEXY 17 WILL TURN OUT EVEN SEXIER. ANWS, MAY YOU HAVE ANOTHER PROSPEROUS YEAR HAHAHAHA AND REALLY AFEE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayayyayayayayayayayayayya now everyone knows why i do not need a boyfriend kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, hopefully everyone will be happy on friday! and uhm, pray that i will have a safe journey to and fro so that when i come back all of us (insya Allah) can become so happy with our results we can just berak or pee in our pants k. Lots of luck and love in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, As.. i will miss you sweethearts ): promise me you will go to school together on friday and text me ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok and and and if anyone amongst you three cries(choy), hug her for me will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-8078067102971872194?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8078067102971872194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=8078067102971872194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8078067102971872194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/8078067102971872194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-kate-winslet-what-if-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-5153328334913176043</id><published>2007-02-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:46:54.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Coldplay - Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, it's been ages since i presented my middle finger to any mfs out of anger oh boy. I did in the office. Whee surprise. Though the mf could not see the divine precious moment, i did feel very much happier. Forgive me, no random people will be able to summon me here and there to complete whatever tasks except my boss. And technically speaking, the mf a.k.a bitch a.k.a kuali(due to certain a erotic shameless reason) is not my boss. To spice things up, she is the one who should be listening to what i ask her to do since i know the tasks better but being a sucker for control(miss bossy bitch), she just wants to do everything her own way(e.g creating a new copy of timesheet and keeping track of our time in and time out) and oh that includes trying to act like some big shot who knows almost everything and not showing even a sign of a positive humble attitude. Ah what can i say, probably being humble isn't in her nature ok she is a bigger biatch than i've assumed then. Oh well things ended well at the end of the day when i ticked her off by telling her straight that i will fill up the stupid timesheet and let my boss sign it(durrrrrrrr the stupid timesheet had the first signature on it when the kuali alien landed on planet earth, why). The expression she wore was sweet and i blatantly walked off without giving two hoots about how she felt(except that i smiled too long after the priceless scene).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, work's been great and i've been building great working raport with most of my fellow colleagues. However i do not wish to continue having good working relationships with suckers who well, suck up to others to gain and at the same time to hurt others too. People like Kuali, China nerd with the bob hairstyle who by the way spoke with the most amazing unique accent (too amazing till i couldn't make out the origins) and the Sotong who likes to divert the topic of conversation to, well everything else. Almost everyone else has been nice to me(some too outspoken they share office gossips with me on the train home). I suppose so. Hurrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've heard i'm going on a break away from Singapore for quite some time(hahaha i blogged about my trip to hk zillion over times already i guess). I feel a tad guilty for asking for leave from my boss a little too abrupt cos now he has to complete my work apart from his. So i really hope it wouldn't be much of a trouble for him cos i'm aware he's been through lotsa shitsz thanks to the above mentioned names(oh not forgetting the biggest boss and the very well known hi Mandy). Aye, i hope they cut him some slack and hopefully enough i will able to get him a more decent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note altogether, 'O' Levels results will be out this Friday and according to the papers.. students should report to school at 230pm. Best of luck from me to you since all of you will be receiving your results first hand in the school hall. May there be lesser(it's impossible to say none) of my fellow schoolmates to be found crying out of sadness and disappointment. Hopefully many will either be just satisfied or just too bloody elated with their results. More importantly to my dearest closer friends (just to name a few.. 3As, suhaila, nur ain, may rissa, farid, isa, luthfi, union boys) and not forgetting the only 42 4e2 hearts (: The only thing i wish for right now is for me and my friends to be celebrating at seoul garden due to the really awesome grades we individually received. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh i wish to be able to sleep well too cos grumbles, i have not been getting proper rests ever since the period of 'eh results maybe 9th feb, eh no not confirm, eh yes, eh, eh , ehe he ehehe eh eh. eh.' Well eh, i'm not really looking forward to my holiday since i cannot be there with my friends to receive my results. But in some ways it's better cos if my results suck(which i predict uhuh yes stupid english and comb humans and physics), i will be able to have some alone time away from everyone. Except for my family members which makes it almost back to square one situation and why am i looking at the brighter side of things just bcos i cannot postpone my flight huh huh huh huh huh ugh. I really wish to be with my friends so that they can console me ): I wish to be with ion cos she always makes me feel better in class and also susu cos she also made me feel better when i failed comb humans for prelims ): Ah, i'm feeling so hopeless right now. I am so sick of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhaa bloody sambal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-5153328334913176043?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5153328334913176043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=5153328334913176043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5153328334913176043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/5153328334913176043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-coldplay-yellow-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-9209290133069932838</id><published>2007-02-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:28:38.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Beyonce-Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RcWXyEwzVCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DBHH1DTqWvo/s1600-h/03022007834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027591445556712482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RcWXyEwzVCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DBHH1DTqWvo/s320/03022007834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightlife in Singapore, uhm well that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was yum since i had the best ayam penyet i've tasted so far, with very good people. I don't know how much i burst into laughters yesterday with the crazy company. Oh, i bought a pretty Aldo bag &amp;amp; a mng top! (: And that isn't the only reason to why i'm over the moon, hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-9209290133069932838?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/9209290133069932838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=9209290133069932838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/9209290133069932838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/9209290133069932838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukeboxshkh-beyonce-listen-nightlife-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8jX1IxAgcs/RcWXyEwzVCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DBHH1DTqWvo/s72-c/03022007834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184135.post-117013304870833677</id><published>2007-01-30T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:57:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so fucking happy cos i just received my first monthly pay and i think i am going to pee and shit like a rotten banana kerbau in my mango corduroy pants. so everyone learns something new about sheikha every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-117013304870833677?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/117013304870833677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=117013304870833677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/117013304870833677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/117013304870833677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-fucking-happy-cos-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-116999316405376105</id><published>2007-01-28T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:06:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Vertical Horizon - Goodbye Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i am a very happy person bcos i baked a gorgeous chocolate fudge cake topped with shiny chocolate frosting yesterday night for babyK's 10mths old birthday! It turned out great even though there were various constraints at my sister-in-law's. I just baked chocolate cheesecake (: Uhuh, this is different from the oreo cheesecake i made last time. This time, i suppose it'll be yummier since the ingredients are the bombz. It's in the oven now. Well, i suppose i will be baking carrot cake next week. Or brownie, eaten with Ben&amp;Jerries' butter pecan. Or maybe a chocolate fudge pie.. or a whole different thing altogether, baked macroni and cheese? Aye, I cannot stop tapping my fingers on the table, impatient to dip one of them into the yummilicious chocolate cheesecake with oat cookies as the base and feel the gorgeous soft texture of the chocolate haven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-116999316405376105?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/116999316405376105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=116999316405376105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116999316405376105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116999316405376105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/jukeboxshkh-vertical-horizon-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-116982725265696810</id><published>2007-01-26T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:00:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] princess hours ost - stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes how korean songs never fail to touch me emotionally. and despite the syiok sendiri moments which ended up with me reminiscing the past memories(both good and bad), i still stubbornly listen to the touching, sweet, uhh lyrics. it's powerful how the korean singers manage to set the mood. like how i've told my friends, one day i might just find a korean boyfriend/husband. Ah, i shall consider migrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-116982725265696810?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/116982725265696810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=116982725265696810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116982725265696810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116982725265696810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/jukeboxshkh-princess-hours-ost-stay-it.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-116973880207090293</id><published>2007-01-25T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:26:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Muse - Butterflies and hurricanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing how i deliberately pissed a colleague(who btw has a high post hahahaha) off. I did the world, and myself, an awesome favour. It irritates me that these impatient bossy bitches think so much about themselves that they don't give a hoot about others. Be patient, ask in a nice proper manner and i'm sure you'll get whatever you want done, done. But nooooooooooooo, bitches annoy others by screaming and shouting, demanding for this and obviously that. I'm sorry but there is a maximum level to everything and well such bitches just annoy me to the point that it is frustrating at every level. Number one, my boss has like zillion over things to do so please do not scream at him demanding for the stupid godamned vouchers, cards, packages cos omg there's such a thing as manners! Number two, don't shout la the office already is small i'm sure everyone can hear you even if you whisper(considering how loud you are when you talk normally). Number three, don't kerbau la i may not understand chinese but my boss and another colleague sure do! Hahahahaha bahlulllllllllllllll. Number four, i'm sorry la i cannot take it when you keep calling that stupid mandy to complain and speak chinese. Eeeeeeee irritating k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i was very pissed just now by this new colleague. Hahaha i do not really care that i told her off especially because i'm just a part-timer i don't mind if i get sacked tomorrow hahahaha laughs out loud loud haha loud kekeke lol. Ok so this new colleague of mine, well she practically screams at us all. And she is like a sotong bcos she's like superrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr blur tau, and she doesn't know how to structure her sentence well thus i will usually have to do the "honour" of  'i think what she's trying to say is, ..' and omg, not to forget her occasional 'mah', 'leh', 'mah', 'mah'. MAHHHH STUPID MAH. Hahahahaha it's so * annoying tau k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i learn new things everyday and today i learnt how complicated working life is. Issues everywhere and people talk a lot. Some hide their true selves(and here true selves i refer to badak true selves mcm babi so mean and macam so two-faced) while some... well, they just suck at hiding that they're two-faced mean and  everything evil. And others, they're nice inside out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah current is suddenly so nice to me but like the others said, i'm the only one left that she hasn't find fault with since i'm new hahahahhahahaha. She did try to be such a sucker to me one time. I was being helpful hence i offered her a helping hand and that kerbau bacin just ughhhhhhhhhhhhh, rolled her eyes and Tsk! me kau!!!! Ewah ewahhhhhhhhh, apa lagi i showed her a middle finger and slap her twice in the face la! Hahahaha if only my life could have such twists! Hhahahahahaha, what i'm trying to say is... i'm not mean. So i gave her the kind approach(as usual i give that to everyone tsk) and well ok fine i did slam the chop a bit hahahahahaha but hello her face was just too similar to a pig and a kerbau chemically combined together! But i was okay after that, it didn't affect me too much hahaha i'd be a loser if it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anws, work's been teaching me a lot of new things (: though it's pretty frustrating with bitches occupying the high posts. But it's ok in the end me, a few other colleagues and my boss will end up laughing so much that i cry, omg till i cry!! Yeah, other than laughing... well.. we make fun of people hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes results will be out on 9th feb. Confirmed. And i'm not saying this based on the "oh she told me, oh he told me, eh i heard" (: So glucks all of you and yay i will cry at hong kong so i will try to figure out how to enjoy myself at hong kong *wtf* yay! AH I DREAMT I GOT 8 POINTS YEST. That. was. abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i shall enjoy the last days of olevels aftermath cum pre results day hahahahaaha and i am afraid, ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-116973880207090293?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/116973880207090293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=116973880207090293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116973880207090293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116973880207090293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/jukeboxshkh-muse-butterflies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-116965140218445267</id><published>2007-01-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:10:04.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Natalie imbruglia - Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7856/1275/1600/352950/abee%20bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7856/1275/400/97693/abee%20bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very very beyond happy person right now cos everything turned out great today (: and i had the best lunch this month with the best company ever (: and i had oreo cheesecake (: and i lighted up 50 over candles (: and i touched hot wax (: and i touched the fire (: and i nearly burnt my fingers (: and i made my own finger-shaped wax (: and i cursed and swore so much (: and i took many kerbau pictures (: and i ate pasta (: and with best friends (: and abee's sister (: and i laid down in the middle of the road (: staring at the sky (: observing the orion belt (: though i couldnt see it (: but it's okay i perasaan only (: and i ate chicken fillet (: and i worked for two hours only wth ok smile (: and i told my boss i won't be quitting till the mid/end of february uhhhhhh (: and i just found out that it is as a matter of fact true that olevels results will be out on 9th feb (: thats when i will be at hong kong (: and i will cry at hong kong (: my first real holiday further than bandung (: and i'm tired with the smiley cos it's like quite annoying ah eh (: and overall today turned out better than i thought (: and i discovered that how hot the weather was just now, i still preferred it not to be windy gr smile (: well happy 17th birthday rabiatul (: adawiyah (::: bte mahmood (: may you stay happy, sexy, sihat lol ok sihat dan bahagia hahahahaha (: honestly, i hope you had much fun as i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(: Hugs, kisses and smooches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-116965140218445267?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/116965140218445267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=116965140218445267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116965140218445267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116965140218445267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/jukeboxshkh-natalie-imbruglia-torn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-116948023734416724</id><published>2007-01-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:37:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Shane ward - That's my goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing too much i'm almost abnormal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14184135-116948023734416724?l=mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/116948023734416724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14184135&amp;postID=116948023734416724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116948023734416724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14184135/posts/default/116948023734416724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymisterinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/jukeboxshkh-shane-ward-thats-my-goal.html' title=''/><author><name>shakiewakie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031499753259130018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-14184135.post-116922625126136346</id><published>2007-01-19T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:09:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[jukeboxshkh] Firehouse - Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been arguing with my parents over every simplest matter today. Yes fine sure being the daughter i am to be blamed. I mean, it is sheikha's fault. Always sheikha's fault. Well i bestow two middle fingers cos it is not my bloody fault that i'm learning to choose the most decent handsome way to bloody lead my own life, though simultaneously i'm trying my fucking best to suit my choices to your overpoweringly high expectations or 'needs'. And it's always my fault at the end of the bloody drama. I am baffled. I am neither here nor there so please stop asking me rhetorical questions like 'JC or Poly?'; 'Poly what course?' ; 'Oh so JC?'. Cos please and thank you it's not helping me decide which path i should be taking in life. And since you have given up all hopes of me getting into NUS well good you deserve a standing ovation. 'Yeah sheikha's no longer smart and hardworking as she was during primary school, hmm nah so what business?' Well for the sake of all the concealed middle fingers, please note that if i decide to enter a polytechnic, i'll be taking a science course so stop insisting i study business just like how you bloody insisted i enter a stupid damn JC. Well i do not know what i want but my instincts tell me i'll make a decent enough decision at the end of the day. So please, cut me some slack, even if it is the least you can do to finally reward me for all the times i've been quiet, or maybe for the simple reason of making me happy. Is that too much to ask for? Tsk, and i haven't even gotten my results *stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is self-explanatory that i'm typing all these to make myself feel better and not because i detest my parents. I love them very much and they mean the world to me. They're good people and this isn't a family problem at all, i never had family problems lol. It's just my ego(see it's always sheikha). Plus sprinkles of dusts of exhaustion and fatigue. Who am i kidding, sprinkles of dusts?! More of like one guni beras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the happier part of the day was actually when i finally met up with the darling friends. I'm honestly pooped to elaborate more on what happened but it was good seeing again the pretty faces who perk me up as when i see them. Though they were familiar faces which i didn't expect to see or look forward to, ahh jijik! Like for example the science lab aunty. Hahahaha don't terasa ah anyone. Oh, i love going to work cos my job is fun(if you take the soft approach lah). I mean, other than the large amount of shitz to be completed by a period of well, a week.. it's the best job! I think. Ok maybe because i have the best boss ever who cracks me up a lot and who btw teases me so much with the r to the a to the r a t e d (rated) stuffs he usually inserts in his 'interesting' conversations. Hahahahaha but he is a very nice boss la. My colleagues have been fine though i must complain about this woman who is called minah current there. Kentot la, she has issues. There i was trying to help out with her little task, she happily rolled her eyes at me kau! Ewah ewah! And don't forget those bitchy tap tap signs of impatience... omg..... and how could she ask me if i smoke...... do.. i .. look.... like... i smoke!!!!! 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