<?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-7790550105361492875</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:52:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab my heart, take it down.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4977638906167892652</id><published>2010-01-10T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:25:53.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the looks of it, I really don't think this blog is going to exist much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that it really matters, I've hardly got the time nor the enthusiasm to blog anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a Tumblr account now. One that I made just for fun during the Dec holidays last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll browse through photos on other people's Tumblrs and if it appeals to me, I'll reblog it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I'm gonna do there. Yes, how fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been okay so far. I've been doing constant revision and studying after school nowadays. Yeah obviously my dad did play a role in ensuring I did so, but it was mainly because I felt so damn motivated all of a sudden. O Levels is just several months away, for god's sake. Of course I have to feel motivated, right? Malay O Level results on Monday. Feeling slightly jittery. I might have to drop Higher Malay if I get a B4 and below. I got a B4 for the exams last year. Hence, the jitters. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have no idea why I suddenly decided to blog today. I was doing History homework prior to this, actually. I also have no idea how I got sidetracked and ended up here but it's History. So yeah, big surprise. Can't wait for Verma's lecture tomorrow. And I'm sitting alone, hurrah. -.- Ended up drawing doves on my arm, in an attempt to make it look like this tattoo;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.extreme-temporary-tattoos.com/ProductImages/1617Dove%20small.JPG" /&gt;It didn't work out so well. Firstly, I'm not that good an artist. Secondly, my marker and pen ran out of ink halfway. ): Guess I'm gonna have to try again harder, tomorrow. Hah. Why do I sound so pathetic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4977638906167892652?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4977638906167892652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4977638906167892652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4977638906167892652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4977638906167892652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-looks-of-it-i-really-dont-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-8061054955436625710</id><published>2009-11-16T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:48:53.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SwEto4VQepI/AAAAAAAAAds/lt2pq1zetuA/s1600/faiqah+webcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404651208160869010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SwEto4VQepI/AAAAAAAAAds/lt2pq1zetuA/s320/faiqah+webcam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay if you actually bothered to maximize that, you'd realise how gross I am. :/ And our faces, well, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I still rmbr the days when I was like "Faiqah! Faiqah! Come online quick I wna webcam!" cus I was so jakon at webcamming. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random update yahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Haaziq. 2 more hours till he's done w work. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-8061054955436625710?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/8061054955436625710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=8061054955436625710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8061054955436625710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8061054955436625710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-if-you-actually-bothered-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SwEto4VQepI/AAAAAAAAAds/lt2pq1zetuA/s72-c/faiqah+webcam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1903034299936222102</id><published>2009-11-15T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:45:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay turns out, my dad wasn't &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;angry. Not angry to the point of keeping my phone for eternity anyways. I've got my phone and freedom back, somewhat. I've been dutifully doing my revision, something I usually don't do during the holidays. I've not even been going out much. Pretty amazing, actually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor boy is still sleeping. He's been working so hard. Did I tell you? No, I don't think I did. He got a job as a waiter at Swissotel the Stamford hotel. The pay's not bad. No, actually, it's better than not-bad. It's pretty damn good. But the hours are really bad. And he wants to work overtime summore. He'll get paid like a hundred bucks a day? More moolah means more gifts for the girlfriend kan? I gave him a loada hints but the boy is either very dense or he pretends to be. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday marked the 9 months we've spent together as a couple. I love you, Muhammad Noor Haaziq B Mutazah. We need to take more couple photos soon, pronto!!! GIMME A RING ALREADY AND NO I DON'T WANT ANY KEYRINGS. :)))) Hahaha kesian la that Haaziq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-1903034299936222102?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/1903034299936222102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=1903034299936222102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1903034299936222102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1903034299936222102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-turns-out-my-dad-wasnt-that-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4178054949748015816</id><published>2009-10-30T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:22:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable.</title><content type='html'>I will not be blogging for a long while. My dad gave me a helluva scolding just now regarding my terrible results. He confiscated my phone. I'm not too worried cus I have a spare. But he took away my SIM/prepaid card too. ))): Is it worth it to go buy a whole new one? Leceh! New number, then I'll have to msg you guys. Haaais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4178054949748015816?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4178054949748015816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4178054949748015816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4178054949748015816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4178054949748015816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-am-miserable.html' title='miserable.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-531323558655537931</id><published>2009-10-27T17:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:59:32.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>release.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SubENchBR8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fi2zVTqiX8I/s1600-h/tumblr_kredx77tPQ1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397216938722150338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SubENchBR8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fi2zVTqiX8I/s400/tumblr_kredx77tPQ1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really scared. I don't want you to go to Poly next year. I don't want you to go anywhere next year. I am a selfish twit cus I want you to stay in your untapered VS pants forever, so at least I feel reassured about you not being able to look at girls in school, cause well, there aren't any. You tell me I'm being silly, I shouldn't worry so much. Am I being one of those annoying possessive girlfriends? What's wrong w that, you've always been so possessive when it comes to me. Paranoid too; scolding me whenever I speak to another guy. I often complain, but on the inside, I love that. I love it when you say, "Why you talking to him? Tak sayang I lagi ke? Why must you always do this?" It's kind of annoying and senseless to the point that I want to strangle you sometimes, but it shows that you care. It shows that you're scared of losing me. Babe, I'm scared of losing you too. Hence, my reluctance to let you go to a co-ed school. I'm so full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You too, B. I love the crap that comes out of your mouth every single time we meet. I love how you'll crack the most hilarious jokes and seeing me laugh will then make you smile, and your eyes will crinkle. I smile, when you tell me how much you love it when I say how adorable your eyes are, cause nobody's said it before. I love how you breathe in my hair and touch my face softly and just look deep into my eyes, doing that cheeky little wink of yours. I love the way you make me feel, emotions ranging from joy to anger. We bicker like an old couple and I love that too! I love every single thing about you, even the weird stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still get pissed off cause of one thing or another but that won't affect us, babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7790550105361492875-531323558655537931?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/531323558655537931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=531323558655537931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/531323558655537931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/531323558655537931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/release.html' title='release.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SubENchBR8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fi2zVTqiX8I/s72-c/tumblr_kredx77tPQ1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-2947177960793582584</id><published>2009-10-25T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:08:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you're all kinds of awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cardboardlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cardboardlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cardboardlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/you.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Planned to meet the boy earlier today to get some studying done. Yes, we met. No, we didn't study. HAHA what else is to be expected? Long time neh meet youknow. Rindu! So I went over to Toa Payoh and we tried studying at SC for a bit. Tak menjadi! His friends came over and there was construction being done on the table beside us (??) and Haaziq was yelling "Fuck la!" at every A Maths question he had trouble doing. I, on the other hand, was attempting some E Maths questions and I can't explain it but I feel so malu every time I study with Hzq! He veh mean youknow! "This question so easy!" "Omg you don't know how to do this?" Pfft. But nevermind, he so cute, whatever la. {: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la, managed to get a teensy bit of studying done, Mac-ed for a while and we did the Monopoly sticker thingeh. So enthusiastic youknow! Muke dua2 (or maybe just mine) happy nk mampos pasting the stickers onto the gameboard haha! And we spent a few more hours after that just cuddling up cus it was (FINALLY!!!), a breezy day. Afterwards, I played with his hamster eyes and his hair. When I got tired, I lay my head on his shoulder like I always do. And we still held hands tightly even though they were sticky due to the humidity. And I felt like sleeping but I didn't cus that would be a waste of time when I could be spending every waking moment w Hzq. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we didn't really go anywhere, I still thought the day was great cus it was spent w you, sweet. O Levels or no O Levels, I'll stick with you. You're crazy to think I'd leave you just cus you wouldn't be able to layan me much during the O's! I understand. And I love you. Very much. Ala, cinta monyet? Maybe, if it is, I'm loving every second of it. &lt;strong&gt;Sayang you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-2947177960793582584?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/2947177960793582584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=2947177960793582584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2947177960793582584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2947177960793582584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-youre-all-kinds-of-awesome.html' title='I think you&apos;re all kinds of awesome.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-8217639661382398439</id><published>2009-10-19T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:29:04.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Stx25mELQ8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/3ZyDiTfqa1Y/s1600-h/hzq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394317185525695426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Stx25mELQ8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/3ZyDiTfqa1Y/s320/hzq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Stx25OR_gSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yh8GDNzRupI/s1600-h/hzq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394317179141194018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Stx25OR_gSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yh8GDNzRupI/s320/hzq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hot, no?! Hahaheheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hzq's totally into skateboarding nowwww. And from the number of tricks he can already do on his skateboard, he sounds like a real pro ready la. Much better than me, at least. I can't even do an Olie. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went out w the girls today. No vivo, just TM. Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 3-D turned out to be pretty good! I cried at the point when nobody cried. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway. It was fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K dah confirm, skipping picnic tmrw hehe bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-8217639661382398439?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/8217639661382398439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=8217639661382398439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8217639661382398439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8217639661382398439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-no-hahaheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Stx25mELQ8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/3ZyDiTfqa1Y/s72-c/hzq2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5130416179527092833</id><published>2009-10-19T00:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:39:25.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of love. A dream, aloud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/500daysofsummerdrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/500daysofsummerdrawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zooey's adorable! Joseph's simply charming. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently in luv with Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap! Actually, the whole soundtrack from 500 Days of Summer is pretty cool, yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home for the past few days, OMG I KNOW, "Have you got no life?!" I should be out celebrating the few days of freedom I have before results are out. But everybody's busy with their own stuffz. I'm like damn free, please. It's either korang free or just plain lazy tauuuu, haha. Haaziq's busy with O's, his first paper's on Wednesday. All the best for PE, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, at least I'm going out w them girls tomorrow. Initially, we planned on movie-ing at Vivo but that didn't work out so now we're stuck with boring old Tampines. Not complaining though, it's quite convenient for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the current blogskin as well. Very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plan on skipping Tuesday's picnic. Sounds b-b-boring. Besides, I've got plans, may-jah ones. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, see how. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5130416179527092833?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5130416179527092833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5130416179527092833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5130416179527092833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5130416179527092833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/moment-of-love-dream-aloud.html' title='A moment of love. A dream, aloud.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1221096902156590040</id><published>2009-10-15T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:06:41.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG IS IN NEED OF SOME PHOTO POSTS SO YEAH, THE JALAN RAYA PHOTOS ARE UP. Go to Facebook for th rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10122_153259547365_556052365_2616241_1992236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10122_153259547365_556052365_2616241_1992236_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10122_153349432365_556052365_2616886_6597422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10122_153349432365_556052365_2616886_6597422_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10122_153349442365_556052365_2616887_3455832_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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Usually people won't say such things, cus it might really come true in the end. I've got another theory, though. Maybe if I write about it here, it'll get jinxed then my results will come out perfectly fine. Hmmz. Fat hope. I couldn't finish 2 questions in Section A. And my Section B? I didn't think I was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; stupid till I actually did that &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;thing while doing Section B just now. One of the dumbest mistakes in my life, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bubble tea shop with the usuals. Didn't bring up the topic of fetishes no more. We were eating, heh. And I'm jalan raya-ing tomorrow with them. ^^ Don't know how some of you guys can jalan raya in huuuuge groups of 20+ people. :l Skipping E-Learning tomorrow, obviously. It's gonna be fun. Lots of photos will be taken, for sureee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk Raya month ending soon better make full use of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-2688615417153127279?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/2688615417153127279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=2688615417153127279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2688615417153127279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2688615417153127279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/ss.html' title='SS.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1016651907287019133</id><published>2009-10-05T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:11:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 papers down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't know if we've really .. gotten over that problem. But I hope we stop fighting for now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had English Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2 today. Was okay. I have a bad feeling I went out of point for my essay on 'Hope'. Besides that, it was okay, yeah. Macs with Shikin and Shakira. We talked about fetishes! Foot fetish, arm fetish and plus a few really disgusting sex stuff I found online. (Don't ask me how I come across such info. No, I did not search for it) For example, there's the dirty sanchez. Go search for it yourself. Go urbandictionary.com! I love that website, hilarious definitions. And the strawberry shortcake? Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I recalled H telling me about how 2 girls shat in one cup and .. I will not continue. Fucking disgusting, I'm telling you. This blog should be restricted, man. And fine, I shall go off now. SS paper tomorrow! The nerves are really getting to me. Should read up on Chapter 3 now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-1016651907287019133?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/1016651907287019133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=1016651907287019133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1016651907287019133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1016651907287019133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-papers-down.html' title='4 papers down.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7935391053308786923</id><published>2009-10-04T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:11:58.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wingardium leviosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chickflickreviews.net/dev/wp-content/uploads/featuredimages/500daysofsummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 588px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chickflickreviews.net/dev/wp-content/uploads/featuredimages/500daysofsummer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, 1.38am and I'm feeling upset and fat. I'm eating a huge tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Chocolate Ice Cream with Fudge Brownies and I'm crying to myself. I am sucha cliche. Shoot me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find ways to occupy myself online while I wait for (500) Days of Summer to load. I wanted to watch this movie with him, like in the cinema and all, but .. ohwell. I dont think I'll ever watch it with him when it opens here anyway. And I dont wanna catch it with anybody else. So I'll watch it alone. SAD RIGHT. I also wanted to watch The Time Traveler's Wife with him but that didnt work out. The bloody cinema tix took too frigging long to get printed out, and so, we left in a huff. Besides, these type of movies don't interest him. Sadly, I don't recall the title of the first movie we watched together. I doubt it was romance though. And I remember he was not even interested in the movie, he had other things on his mind. I just .. want to watch a perfectly sweet romantic comedy with him (not all the time, sometimes) and put my head on his shoulder as we sit in the cinema, hand in hand. It is veh cheesy but it'd be sweet, no? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Why the heck am I feeling melancholic of all a sudden? Maybe it's because of the argument. Or maybe it's the fact that it wasn't my fault yet I still apologised. Maybe it's because he did not even say he was going off to sleep. Maybe cus his "Ok" for a reply was too bloody short. Those little things do matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was because I was too damn proud for my own good. And so I swallowed my pride, told you I accepted that it was my fault, I was sorry, I was stupid, I loved you. And you said, "Yea sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can that not break a girl's heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7935391053308786923?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7935391053308786923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7935391053308786923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7935391053308786923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7935391053308786923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/10/wingardium-leviosa.html' title='wingardium leviosa.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5291595611487339574</id><published>2009-09-29T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:01:09.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SsDq78Tq5AI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KkOCnGFxG1I/s1600-h/matnor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386563469856924674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SsDq78Tq5AI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KkOCnGFxG1I/s400/matnor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SsDq7mZrP8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Zc9KSpudmxE/s1600-h/katj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386563463976533954" style="WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SsDq7mZrP8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Zc9KSpudmxE/s400/katj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the first time I've webcammed with anybody before. I was like so nervous slash happy slash excited slash eh-how-to-do-this? Hahaha damn jakon please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Haaziq, my little Mat Filipino/Malaysia. (Dont kill me baby.) Ahhhh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know some people said my blog damn boring but eh, I'm not here to please you HAHA. K have a good night/morning bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5291595611487339574?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5291595611487339574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5291595611487339574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5291595611487339574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5291595611487339574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SsDq78Tq5AI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KkOCnGFxG1I/s72-c/matnor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-9139418471422550776</id><published>2009-09-27T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:45:07.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sr9JqrhKfEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8iiXPHJjEdI/s1600-h/P9200272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386104676943559746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sr9JqrhKfEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8iiXPHJjEdI/s400/P9200272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ain taknak tengok camera!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmph. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am seriously in deep shit. Ms Soh has been asking me to send her the Dare 2 Dream draft and guess what, I STILL haven't submitted it! She gave me till tomorrow, so I guess I have to crack my brains for a proper resolution. ]: Having maaaaajor writer's block. I can't think of a good enough plot either. Haaais. I hate pressure. She was like, "Write an essay which is good enough to be published." Waaah scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And okay wah my posts are getting mundane nowadays sorry life is getting boring bye~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: I miss Hzq. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-9139418471422550776?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/9139418471422550776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=9139418471422550776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/9139418471422550776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/9139418471422550776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/09/ain-taknak-tengok-camera-hmph.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sr9JqrhKfEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8iiXPHJjEdI/s72-c/P9200272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4814282297310046573</id><published>2009-09-22T23:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:04:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel like going to school today but ooh shocking, my parents would have none of it and woke me up extra early just to spite me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that my hair was a mess cus I attempted to curl it somewhat and it turned out looking dry, rotten and just plain frizzy, school was fairly okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hzq didnt go to school today, th lucky bitch. So he asked me out. I agreed although I had like chem class and choir photo taking. Hmm didnt give a rat's ass about choir, although I felt bad about skipping chem.. But yehh got over it and Hzq picked me up from sch. He looked very the fierce at the bus stop you know! What, with the piercings and lit ciggy in his hand, all. Hot la! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cabbed to my house where I changed into something more decent and then 59-ed all the way to the usual lepaking spot at TPY. Like 10 of his friends were there. Didn't realise we were making that much noise till kampau datang haha. I dont like the officer! He was being fucking rude and unnecessarily unpleasant to me especially. Maybe he didnt like the way i looked, like sm stupid minah, but eh, seriously kurang ajar sia. Can report right, if police officers mistreat you? Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Went home at like 8 plus, penat nk mampos. So yah, shall upload photos soon. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4814282297310046573?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4814282297310046573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4814282297310046573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4814282297310046573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4814282297310046573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7962663615292900876</id><published>2009-09-17T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:26:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't actually miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SrHvCAojBPI/AAAAAAAAAao/X6ctrk900oQ/s1600-h/Photo+0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382345847493297394" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SrHvCAojBPI/AAAAAAAAAao/X6ctrk900oQ/s400/Photo+0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SrHvVURNrlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/srZ53Ul0KQ4/s1600-h/Photo+0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382346179181653586" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SrHvVURNrlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/srZ53Ul0KQ4/s400/Photo+0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SrHvLPKYw1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/n9d7mZDiQ1s/s1600-h/Photo+0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382346006012150610" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SrHvLPKYw1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/n9d7mZDiQ1s/s400/Photo+0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Shakira's hair. It's so, wavy. Andand it doesn't have to rebonded or anything to look nice. Envyyy. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common tests have been okay. Got my progress report a few days back. Not so bad. Failed Science by 3 marks though. And the only reason I passed POA was because it was a series of tests, topic-by-topic. And I copied some answers. So I don't feel good about getting that B3. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am very angry at the boyfriend. He's leaving on Friday night and he totally forgot about our plans to go out before Friday. Thanks. -.- And I am still pissed about some other things he did. More on that another day, aye? Don't want to think about things that make me angry. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to do the Physics project. By Tuesday leh. Wth I don't even know how where to start. Besides that, I've done all my homework today at school so I don't have any to do, tonight. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know this post sounds kinda mundane but that's only because I only really need to update on the important stuffs that've happened. So yeah. Like the blogskin btw? I think it's simple so I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Facebook's been fun lately. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm one last thing to mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To that certain somebody, I don't know what the hell your problem is but thanks for being a pussy. I tried to clear things up but you refused to answer my calls and messages. So read this asshole, I won't bother anymore. Yes, I still think of you. You've prolly forgotten all about me. Or maybe not. Yeah, I'm hoping your heart bleeds every night like mine does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7962663615292900876?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7962663615292900876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7962663615292900876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7962663615292900876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7962663615292900876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='I don&apos;t actually miss you.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SrHvCAojBPI/AAAAAAAAAao/X6ctrk900oQ/s72-c/Photo+0246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5437811452647128112</id><published>2009-08-23T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:51:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy berfasting.</title><content type='html'>Ok first of all, Selamat Berpuasa kepada semua umat Islam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was tolerable. Got really really hungry at 6 though, no idea why. I think it's gonna get hard when we get back to school and fast though. :/&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. I got my period today so my next few days at school are gonna be quite okay. -__-Cramps are making up for the fact that I'm missing puasa yknw.&lt;br /&gt;And I had a nice, long phone conversation with Ah Bi yesterday. :B Long time nvr talk ready, sia. Missed you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ok thats it, im lazy bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5437811452647128112?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5437811452647128112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5437811452647128112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5437811452647128112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5437811452647128112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-berfasting.html' title='happy berfasting.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5392390020053848576</id><published>2009-08-16T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:27:59.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont like blogger</title><content type='html'>Blogger looks so ugly. I don't even feel good posting this entry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm reasonably quite happy at this point in my life. I'm not doing so well in studies, still average, but I'm trying. I'm focusing on POA right now since I've never really given a shit about it. And I feel really really regretful bout that. :/ Had remedial with Mr Tan on Friday, 2 hours you know. And then went to watch Up with Shikin. Ah whatthehell I cried at the start and then fell asleep somewhere near the ending. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent quality time with Haaziq today. Gosh I missed that boy so much. We spent like 7 hours together today. Hahaha how can you not get sick of me sweety? We ate ribs which were fucking delicious and then we played UNO Stacko. And he told me he hadn't opened the box since he was in p3. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fun la. I kept on cheating but I ended up losing. Loser. Then I had to get my punishment and give him his reward. Idiot. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;But I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months on Friday~! I'm glad we've come this far. I'd never wanna give you up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to that somebody, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I never said I wanted to stop talking to you. I said I still wanted us to talk, just that it had to be purely based on f/s. Nothing else. And you told me to stay away. Maybe it'd be easier for you. But it's not for me. I miss you. You're a really good friend to talk to. And now that we're 'staying away' from each other, I feel kindaf empty. Haaais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5392390020053848576?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5392390020053848576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5392390020053848576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5392390020053848576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5392390020053848576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-like-blogger.html' title='dont like blogger'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6722106124583185070</id><published>2009-08-02T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:23:37.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking &lt;em&gt;heartless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6722106124583185070?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6722106124583185070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6722106124583185070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6722106124583185070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6722106124583185070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/08/fucking-heartless.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6279831774910218352</id><published>2009-08-01T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:15:24.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Yaaaah I know I just posted like ten, fifteen minutes ago but I feel like posting again. And eee I sound so depressed in th previous post. Not that's it's wrong to be sad, but I hate being sad. And I feel like I should make up for that post with this one. I've cheered up a tiny bit, thanks to Shakira's sms and a MSN conversation with a certain somebody. Thankyou. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've also cheered up cus I just remembered I'm doing the Mass CIP thingeh tomorrow. Do support us eh, go to Somerset, only cus that's whre I'll be at hehh, and donate a min, of 2 bucks or smthg. You'll get a 250ml packet of Milo as a token of appreciation. Haha the PSLs kept emphasizing on that. Idk why, but I love doing these sorta things, collecting donations from random people and stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that's only because the last time I did it, it was damn easy cus everybody wanted to know more about the mini UNO cards that came with donating. :/&lt;br /&gt;Will be sweating bucketfuls tomorrow, so I'll be bringing my mini fan. Well worth the $4.50! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ok bye I hope I wont go off and mope now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6279831774910218352?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6279831774910218352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6279831774910218352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6279831774910218352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6279831774910218352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-609258355423839958</id><published>2009-07-25T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:01:21.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hamster eyes!</title><content type='html'>OKAY I'M ADDICTED TO NEARLY ALL OF BREATHE CAROLINA'S SONGS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAHA I SWEAR I FEEL SO UNCOMFORTABLE LOOKING AT MY OWN BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USUALLY I'D SPENT LIKE HOURS PERFECTING EVERY DETAIL. BUT I CAN'T BE BOTHERED. LOOK, EVEN THE MIXPOD PLAYER IS UP THERE IN AN AWKWARD POSITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I'M SO LAZY TO BLOG. IDK WHY I BOTHERED CHANGING THIS. I GUESS I FELT EVEN MORE UNCOMFORTABLE LOOKING AT MY PREVIOUS LAYOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't why all that was in caps. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Haaziq today. It was funnnnnnn! I swear, it's the best outing since god knows when. I fucking love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe meeting again, tomorrow. We spend time as much as possible during the weekend so we won't miss each other so much during the weekdays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaa I miss that boy now! Miss pinching his cheeks! Miss his hamster eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I sound bloody disgusting talking like that. I can read your minds, man. Haha. K lah shall spare you the details bye~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-609258355423839958?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/609258355423839958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=609258355423839958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/609258355423839958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/609258355423839958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/07/hamster-eyes.html' title='hamster eyes!'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4008920656755206620</id><published>2009-07-24T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:59:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello long time no see</title><content type='html'>How screwed uppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;I had to attach these 2 documents from the computer at school into my mail so I could check it later at home. I swear I attached it!&lt;br /&gt;But it's not there anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was my first 3 paragraphs for the Sports Essay Competition thingeh. Now I have to start over. And I was already off to a good start with those 3. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's so hot now I can't blog without feeling uncomfortable. Blogger bores me now!! But will still update cus I feel sad when I look at the state of this blog. And oh, meeting Hzq tomorrow and Sunday as well. It's been ageeeeeeeeees! Th boy has been busy with night study and training and stuffs. But nehmind, we're meeting tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it I wanna study now haha shocking i know bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I found a dead bird lying on the ground in school a few days ago. It looked like it got stomped on. ): I bet that mean boy Shahid did it. Lol. Idk why it was surrounded by a pool of green stuff. Birds don't have green blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4008920656755206620?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4008920656755206620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4008920656755206620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4008920656755206620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4008920656755206620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-long-time-no-see.html' title='hello long time no see'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-9078102539301788240</id><published>2009-07-11T09:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:47:21.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SlfvHdI9RfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EGTpcosWEuE/s1600-h/Syahirah+Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357013193140815346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SlfvHdI9RfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EGTpcosWEuE/s320/Syahirah+Photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY, HAAZIQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already wished you ah, but it's belated here, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you dislike birthdays, but this is your sixteenth eh. Sweet Sixteen! Or maybe that's just for us girls haha. Idk if you're waiting for your eighteenth and then you'll be excited about your birthday but don't do this to me. ]: I'm more excited about your birthday than you are. Bloody retarded, haha. I was having so much fun walking around Tampines 1 buying your stuff, man. I almost got you some Sex Vouchers! (shall not elaborate on this one) Hope you have a good time on Sunday, when I'm giving you your presents and all. And I hope you get through trials k babe? I love you, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I've been so detached from the computer that I don't even know what the latest songs are, the latest gossip (why this person is with that person, etc.) and my Facebook is slowly decomposing as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay heck care, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird blogging. There's seriously so much to update on. I haven't even updated on the Padang trip! And holidays have been over for like almost 2 weeks? -.- So I shall not bother. Unless there comes one day where I'm seriously bored and decide to post the million photos taken during the trip. Besides, the nice photos are in my sister's camera. And since she doesn't even let me touch it, or know where the bloody thing is, there's no way to post them whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay, I wanna go update Hzq's blog for him. I feel more guilty about leaving his blog to die than I am about mine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&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/7790550105361492875-9078102539301788240?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/9078102539301788240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=9078102539301788240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/9078102539301788240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/9078102539301788240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha-no-photos-for-you.html' title='birthday.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SlfvHdI9RfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EGTpcosWEuE/s72-c/Syahirah+Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1485427959208748048</id><published>2009-06-15T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:36:52.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Padang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay I've got tons of photos to post from Saturday's picnic and the library thing with Shakira. But I'm far too lazy to update them now. What's more, I've got to sleep early cus I'm flying off to Indonesia at 7 tomorrow morning. Woo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So when I get back, in like 5 days, I'll update alright. With the photos from the picnic, library AND Indonesia. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will miss whoever is missing me, hahaha. -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K dah, goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Hopefully Padang's more fun that I'm thinking it'll be. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-1485427959208748048?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/1485427959208748048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=1485427959208748048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1485427959208748048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1485427959208748048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/06/padang.html' title='Padang!'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5014173198230304750</id><published>2009-06-11T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:33:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SjEjuR7C_MI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vQQ3CHwPxho/s1600-h/DSC09217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346093510657506498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SjEjuR7C_MI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vQQ3CHwPxho/s400/DSC09217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoddd I am so frigging exhausted, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;After 9 hours at school for th choir camp, I went off to meet Haaziq at Downtown East Chalet for his friend's, Wei Ron's, birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;I bugged Shakira to follow along and so the two of us went back to my house to change and bathe and everything first. We then taxi-ed to DEC and Haaziq looked hot when he picked us up. I think abit drunk, though. That boy. I told him a billion times ready. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a new friend there, Amanda, this TKSS girl. Ain was there and we already met like twice before so it was quite ok ah. The guys? Uhh, not really ah. We just sort of shook hands and said hi and stuff. Dunno why so formal eh. Hahaha. All these 16 year old people. I swear, Shakira and I felt like kids. Especially when we said we wanted to walk abit first and Ain went, "Better come back ah!" Hahaha she looked like a mother lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Wei Ron!&lt;br /&gt;Already wished that guy ah, but didn't give any presents cus I hardly know him and I didn't even know I was gonna go to his party. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway his mum clearly said, NO DRINKING, NO GIRLS, NO SMOKING. But obviously we broke all three of those rules la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to scoot when his mum appeared and then proceeded to lepak at a corner somewhere with Jordon, Ain, Amanda, Shakira, Haaziq.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny when I told Haaziq to wink at Shakira the wink he always gives me.&lt;br /&gt;He was like squirming la, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many photos, just of me and Shakira, HAHA. Will upload them on another day! (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there'd only be half naked boys in the photos anyway, so whatever eh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, stayed there for like a few hrs then cabbed home with Hzq.&lt;br /&gt;I love that boy so fucken much! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and Fiq saw me on the way back home btw but I didn't see him? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay, dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICNIC PHOTOS WITH HAAZIQ ON SATURDAY WOO~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5014173198230304750?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5014173198230304750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5014173198230304750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5014173198230304750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5014173198230304750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/06/chalet.html' title='chalet~'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SjEjuR7C_MI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vQQ3CHwPxho/s72-c/DSC09217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3693504329486473945</id><published>2009-06-09T20:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:12:48.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos it makes me feel ahhhh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f167/bodododo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sweet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f167/bodododo/sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know if this is some strange phenomenon but my aunties and uncles are all on Facebook! Yes I am exaggerating about every one of them being on Facebook but most of them are! The "becok" ones, somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to say Facebook-is-our-generation's-thing-so-you-old-people-better-back-off. I'm just saying that they'll send me friend requests and obviously I don't have to accept, but eh, you know they'll just start talking alot if I don't. You know what I mean, you don't have kaypoh makciks meh? And if I accept those friend requests, they'll see my photos, future ones or not, that might make them gossip alot as well. -.- Yalah, dahlah at the wedding I got accused of "berkepit dengan matair tak habis2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Scuse me, he's a guest. And he doesn't know anybody else. Takkan I wanna leave him alone? Btw, I didn't spend every second of my time with him. And Kakak Liz said she wanted him to come to the wedding, so yeah. *rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I can't stand some relatives sometimes. And I just find the whole Fb thing annoying la, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch Monsters VS Aliens 3-D at TM yesterday night with my sister. There were either no other movies that my sister hadn't already watched, or the other movies available were a big no-no. Hannah Montana? Er, not interested lah eh. Can I just mention that I find HM really annoying? I so prefer Selena lah! Anyway, my family doesn't even have Cable and I'm acting like I watch alot of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched movies in 3-D before and I don't know if it's because we sat just 7 seats away from the screen but I had a mega huge headache by the end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;The movie didn't have much 3-D effects, leh. I mean the jump-out-at-you kind.&lt;br /&gt;But the movie was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;I would have preferred to watch other movies, but it could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with Haaziq prior to the movie. We've been busy with our own stuffz so we haven't been able to see much of each other. And he looks so damn adorable with his new hair! It's just longer and he looks furry-er! That little furball. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had originally planned to spend our time at EastPoint to get his studs but that place turned out to not have any nice ones and it was boring. I've always found EP to be a major bore la. How can you guys living in Simei stand it there, no good malls. Haha :B&lt;br /&gt;We sat down at some bench and started talking alotlotlotlotlot. It was nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we ended up going to Peninsula afterwards cus we still had lots of time before he had to go meet his friends. So we went to that place "where budget disgusting people shop at". Next time leave a name, can? Pengecut nye budak. / Coward (if you don't understand) -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a shirt for that furball cus I was feeling very generous and I felt good seeing him so happy with his new shirt.&lt;br /&gt;He was protesting ah at first, but then shut up after he tried it on cus it was nice, lol.&lt;br /&gt;He better wear it lots. 15 bucks isn't much la, but for somebody like me who doesn't get much allowance nowadays, it's alot lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, so we walked, talked, window-shopped, ate, drank, laughedlaughedlaughed, punched, burped (thats him), apologized profusely for burping, laughed, ran, smooched and he went off to meet his friends ladida.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of cheesy la but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can really make me feel ahh for the rest of the day lah that boy. Love you deep deep lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And shit la I have a fever. It's not so bad now but got headache ready. ]: Hope it doesn't turn into something worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K mum's making noises, bye.&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/7790550105361492875-3693504329486473945?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3693504329486473945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3693504329486473945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3693504329486473945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3693504329486473945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-dont-know-if-this-is-some.html' title='cos it makes me feel ahhhh~'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4574223547385200178</id><published>2009-06-05T11:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:18:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- I'll insert a photo here tomorrow lah ok. Haha. Lazy wanna upload. --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I admit. I skipped Elect History cus I was lazy. D: And now I have no excuses running through my head like I always do. This is bad. And physics in the morning, I couldn't go cus I had some Malay Cultural Camp at CZ which Shakira forced me to attend.&lt;br /&gt;-_- Anyway, get CIP points la so whatever haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Shakira at 3.30 at Tampines but nooooo, she was still at psr ris with that Ridhwan! Tsktsk! But nehmind, I was also still at home myself HAHA. So we met at 4.30 instead, walked around abit idk for what exactly, then we train-ed to City Hall to go to Peninsula. Wah yesterday was a damn good shopping day! K ah, not damn good, cus we didn't have much money, but it was good. I got myself a checkered bag, again! Haha, but I hope it doesn't look too minah like my old checkered one. This one is red and black, and it's not very striking. Minahs like striking stuffs right? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait to stand next to Barney on Sat cus our bags will look awesome next to each other! n_n&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we got 2 baseball tees for the shared price of 10 bucks. It's kind of typical la. :l But we've always wanted it, so everything's good. Mine's very the national day though. I can totally wear that on 9th Aug, ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I bought myself a men's watch as well. I thought it was nice, but it didn't fit me. Haha. I changed it at the last min la, then tak sempat try it on. -.- Now I'm thinking, why don't I just give it to Haaziq. Haha 6 bucks, hope he doesn't find out heheh. But seriously, Peninsula is a shopping paradise for people who can't really afford big brands. Orrr, a hangout for M&amp;amp;M's. Anyway, lots of M&amp;amp;M's stuff (bags, clothes, etc.) are sold there anyway so happy ah you all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm shopping there again veryyyy soon, once I get more moolah. Mumsy gave me 50 bucks to spend on makeup hahaha shes so nice! K lah, she did that only so that I'll stop taking my sister's on the sly. Heh. And I wanna buy new shoes cus mine currently look like those in Home Run. And new clothes! My mum will sponsor, hopefully, cus she said, "Beli lah baju kan nk bawak pegi Bukit Tinggi nanti.." Yeah thats the place I'm going this holiday. Or more specifically, 16th June. I told lotsa people about it and not one knows where the hell it is. Haha. It's in Padang! ): Indonesia! ): People still didn't know where Padang was, fyi. Haaaaais, you people ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll go on Saturday. I'm sure Haaziq won't mind, he mentioned before that he likes to see his girlfriend shop. And he'll put on accesories on her and all. Haha, cool owhat to have a guy like that. K best. Now I just have to kumpulkan my$$ and I'm set to go. (:&lt;br /&gt;But eh, this is the first time I like shopping. I've always hated shopping. K lah, maybe cus at that time I had no $$ at all but I still had to follow my sisters around watching them shop at Zara, Dorothy Perkins, etc. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I earned extra money yesterday night by massaging my parents' feet and hands. I know it's bad, like, I should do it for free and out of sincerity from my heart and all, but I wanna try "work" for the money I get from them. Anyway, my mum and dad were really giggly yesterday night so I don't think they minded, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! Oh, I offered to clean the toilets in the house, hahaha. Cus thats what Haaziq did and he got 30 bucks for it!! But when I mentioned it to my mum, she told me not to merepek. Ah plan failed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4574223547385200178?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4574223547385200178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4574223547385200178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4574223547385200178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4574223547385200178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping.html' title='shopping!'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4672811591749729955</id><published>2009-06-02T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:07:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot body, please.</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm shagged. I just did this 10 Minute Jump Start Cardio workout and I'm really exhausted. I am sweating like a pig. Shutup eh, it's no mean feat. Kinda hard! Especially when it gets to the real jumping part. It really works your heart out, no kidding. I can't believe I searched 'Aerobics' on Youtube, lol. I want a hot, toned body!! Real bad. Haha. Hzq and I are doing this thing where we sms and remind each other to do situps every night. Like he'll do 70 leg clamps and I'll be doing my 20. Haha! K no, 70 also laaa. But I don't really like doing clamps. It'll give me severe cramps the next day. Cool owhaaaat. At least got athletic boyfriend ah, remind me to exercise every night. Haha, by the end of June, I hope my body will turn out hot. Lol. If not, ah fuck la. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Nina to eat after phy class just now. Was upset cus none of the good restaurants were open yet. So we Mac-ed. I ate 2 Sausage McMuffins. Omggggg. Explains why I bothered to do the workout, (above). Heh. But I should really work on my diet too! I shall not eat too much fast food. More greens for me. I won't skip meals cus that just slows down my metabolism rate. And, go run with Haaziq early in the morning? Naw, we haven't done that cus my mum won't let me go out too early haha, loserrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, imma shower now. Goodbye~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Look up the workout if you're interested, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M38HDCGmhm4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M38HDCGmhm4&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4672811591749729955?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4672811591749729955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4672811591749729955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4672811591749729955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4672811591749729955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-im-shagged.html' title='hot body, please.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-52629280428412146</id><published>2009-06-01T18:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:49:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of ze house at last</title><content type='html'>Previous post was saved as drafts. Maybe I should just delete it. I feel so ashamed of myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was really pissy yesterday! Ohmygod I nearly lost a boyfriend at 2am this morning. But now, everything's fine. We should really stop arguing, love. We seem to argue about everything these days. But I know we'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I rather argue with you my whole life then live my whole life without you." - Hzq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually it's not that good ah since we're gonna argue alot, imagine us at 80 still arguing but eh nehmind ah cute what haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent a bit of today with Haaziq before he had to go off to meet his friends. It was short, but sweet nevertheless. And very much worth it. Oh, and obviously much better than staying at home the whole day sia. My holidays are off to a bad start man! I've been staying at home alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've been wanting to sheesha!! Badly. Mcm pathetic gitu. But I don't get much freedom, so it's understandable la. ): Hzq has shisha-ed like 1289361283 times and I'll always be there beside him, wondering what it feels like. Naw, different from smoking la.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure where exactly, Arab St or Haji Lane. But eh, guys. Make yourselves free ah okay! And Shakira, please just forget about the YMC camp! You bloody go for it every year. And it doesn't sound like much fun. ): Shuddup eh, I'm not just saying this cus I didn't qualify for the camp (240 and above) roar &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok I suddenly feel hungry I wanna eat haha bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-52629280428412146?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/52629280428412146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=52629280428412146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/52629280428412146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/52629280428412146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-ze-house-at-last.html' title='out of ze house at last'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6362268893548635801</id><published>2009-05-24T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:04:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice day, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOdxNzcXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/g0CJfmJJvfQ/s1600-h/22052009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339385106558841202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOdxNzcXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/g0CJfmJJvfQ/s400/22052009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOdeY2nTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TuUqByE-D0M/s1600-h/22052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339385101504912690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOdeY2nTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TuUqByE-D0M/s400/22052009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOdBYhtnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PkTRDOMn1ng/s1600-h/24052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339385093718914674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOdBYhtnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PkTRDOMn1ng/s400/24052009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOc-aMRhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kbDkAKS8Q-g/s1600-h/24052009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339385092920591890" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOc-aMRhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kbDkAKS8Q-g/s400/24052009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know the pictures are mega huge but you don't have to click on it to enlarge it or whatever whuuut. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K basically, first two photos were taken when I was lepaking under Shakira's block and we got bored so we walked around and ended up at Danial's block. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we saw some kids playing the new kind of skateboard, you know the one where you have to gelek2 alot, the two ends of the skateboard can go up and down or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to play it so badly! I was thinking of asking the boy to lend me his but Shakira said it would break the moment I stepped on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurang ajar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember why Shakira's laughing so damn hard there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably made a dirty joke and her filthy mind automatically told her to laugh lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a fun day which got kind of boring at the end cus there was absolutely nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last two photos were taken today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Haaziq for the first time in 3 weeks. Missed that boy &lt;s&gt;truck&lt;/s&gt;loads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met him at TPY inter, and we ran, k ah fine walked, very casually into each other's arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like act cool sia like that, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we hugged for a long period of time and then I aww-ed to myself, haha loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had actually planned on studying, I dunno what I was gonna do there while he studied. Read, I suppose? But Macs was packed and then tht boy got all lazy and said he wanted to walk around instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did, but it wasn't fun there so we went to Plaza Sing instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, the plan changed damn fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at LJS, (see above) and I, being the very tak tau malu, told him to cut up my fish for me and feed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually kidding lah please, most guys (e.g. AJIG), would just snort and tell me to stop being such a lazy bitch but he actually did it and gave me a cheeky smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg sweetness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K lah he's my boyfriend and he's supposed to do stuff like that but it was touching anyhows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway his hair damn cute owhaaat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually side parted his hair but you can't really see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's endearing right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like goodboy liddat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi sebenarnye, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah he just smsed to tell me he'll be doing a syarahan for his whole Madrasah on 7 June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like whoa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, he's good! But he's not exactly the best person to do a syarahan in the madrasah, if you knw what I mean. Heh :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyhoos, all the best babe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you'll do fineee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the ustazah herself said you'd be a good example to the rest. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, today was a really fun and great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can really fill you up with such joy, lol idk how to describe it exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Haaziq dearly. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and there was this one part where we bought Chippy's Fried Mars Bars and something different/exciting/weird/gross happened. Shall not say here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might say so in Hzq's blog though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K good night bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7790550105361492875-6362268893548635801?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6362268893548635801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6362268893548635801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6362268893548635801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6362268893548635801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-day-isnt-it.html' title='nice day, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/ShlOdxNzcXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/g0CJfmJJvfQ/s72-c/22052009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6821192432916918218</id><published>2009-05-24T08:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:04:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adam lambert's gay photos are whoaaaaaaa~! hahaha.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pee in the toilet no more. Actually, I can. But I really really don't want to. ): The paint on the pipes makes me gag everytime I enter. But now that I think about it, I pee faster than anybody I know whuut, so it should be fine. But it really stinks la! We should have gotten odourless paint or smthg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the boy today. And yeppp, I'm going over to tpy. Aiyah stop saying I'm being a pushover. He IS having his exam tomorrow. Sacrifice sikit ah? So we're going to Toa Payoh Central Macs and I don't even know how to get to the interchange. I always get sesat when I take the train. Damn lame, I tell you. I'll end up asking a stranger, she'll look at me like I sprouted an extra cheebye at the side of my head then walk off. Rude, I tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I have no idea when I started becoming so foul-mouthed.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, since I became a Sec 1 but Temasek's got nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh okay, timecheck, 9.02 am right now. I woke up at 8.30am when I had actually set my alarm for 10am. ._.&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of time to decide what to wear, bathe, fix my hair and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting boyfriend nye pasal. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6821192432916918218?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6821192432916918218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6821192432916918218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6821192432916918218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6821192432916918218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/adam-lamberts-gay-photos-are-whoaaaaaaa.html' title='adam lambert&apos;s gay photos are whoaaaaaaa~! hahaha.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6969520463702789954</id><published>2009-05-23T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:21:34.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The floor's all dusty ):</title><content type='html'>Ohmygodddd I am exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;And very sad. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the lack of photos in my posts these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I can't be bothered to take photos of the day's events.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to, today, but then it would just be photos of the ceiling with cement on them.&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the renovation/construction people came over and repaired the pipes which I didn't even know were faulty in the first place and they also placed cement over the cracks in the ceiling and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And after all this, we're gonna paint all the walls in the house!&lt;br /&gt;After four years of complaining how burok the colour of the walls are, it's finally gonna change. :D&lt;br /&gt;My mum was reluctant, but have to lah.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine those ugly grey cement spots on the ceiling all over the house during Hari Raya?&lt;br /&gt;My mum kept saying how she wanted a colour that would make the house brighter but honestly, I hate the idea.&lt;br /&gt;We've had that for thirteen years!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously black's outta the question.&lt;br /&gt;But a light shade of purple?&lt;br /&gt;Lilac? Lavender? What's the difference? I have no idea it just sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;K I think I have to stoppit with the purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted cus I had to lug the stuff around, like there were cracks on the ceiling in my room too, and so I had to push my bed to the side and yadayadayada, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sad?&lt;br /&gt;Cus today, Hzq and I were supposed to meet.&lt;br /&gt;I could go out today, but Hzq's grandparents came over and then he had to fix his bike and then even if he met me, at like 5, he'd have to go home super early.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think my parents would let me go out in the evening like that, don't ask why, so the plan tak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;So much for going town and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow? Yes, we could meet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;He has to study for his Emaths paper th next day, so I suggested th airport.&lt;br /&gt;But he said it was far, hinting that I had to go tpy but I'm kinda &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I'm sick of going there.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against him and his friends, just hate the journey.&lt;br /&gt;I think he feels the same away about coming down to Tamp but yeah, whatever eh.&lt;br /&gt;So now, he keeps saying, "Meet you next year then.."&lt;br /&gt;Alamak that boy exaggerates too much.&lt;br /&gt;Got holidays right!&lt;br /&gt;Ayo.&lt;br /&gt;I know when school starts, he'll have to stay till 9.30pm everyday at school.&lt;br /&gt;Even then, still got weekends right!&lt;br /&gt;-______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I just miss that boy lah!&lt;br /&gt;And somebody ask him to gain some weight can!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a fucking fatso next to him. Haha. :B&lt;br /&gt;He's not that skinny ah, but still!&lt;br /&gt;He keeps complaining about his fat tummy which is, the last time I checked haha, non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaa ok. I'll decide if I want to go tpy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My mind's in a muddle right now.&lt;br /&gt;All the work's taking a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;K macam paham. Not like I cemented the ceiling and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Baru push the bed kat sebelah je.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayo bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6969520463702789954?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6969520463702789954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6969520463702789954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6969520463702789954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6969520463702789954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/floors-all-dusty.html' title='The floor&apos;s all dusty ):'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7631405719835023753</id><published>2009-05-21T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:09:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was not a good day.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I shall continue updating since I just found out people do read my blog. Haha. Btw, some of those tagging [Hidayah, etc.] don't read my blog, they just use my tagboard as a means of communication. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not a good day. Not a good day at all.&lt;br /&gt;I found out my HML, English, Combined Sci and POA marks.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting the rest, mostly humanities, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of expected it? K not so much for combined science. I expected to scrape a c5 atleast. But I got a stinking D7. (!!)&lt;br /&gt;I am bloody disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the rest, they were shit too.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not the lowest in the class for POA though..&lt;br /&gt;K that's not something to aim for but at least I feel good about beating Smurf. Haha. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. You don't have to ask me how I'm feeling about tomorrow's results.&lt;br /&gt;I know my humanities aren't all that good either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hoping for much.&lt;br /&gt;It only sets you up for a bigger disappointment. I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm nervous about the report card and my ranking in class. I can tell you it's not any close to top 10.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just move on, treat this as a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I want to study as much as possible during the June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from going out alot also la. Eh I have a life youknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira told me a piece of interesting/repulsive info.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to gag or laugh or go, "Omg Shakira!" Maybe all three.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Shutup I won't tell you what she said.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, OMG SHAKIRA.&lt;br /&gt;Pluck out your buckteeth tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am currently waiting for Hzq to finish up his studying for his P.E. paper tomorrow. Yes, Victorians can take P.E. as a subject. And Hzq's class is the first graduating class to take PE! K ah that info mcm not that interesting but I just decided to include it.. Btw I find that ridiculous. Lol k no lah, its good. But it's like Bio, studying about the human body and stuff. Ugh. We'll then talktalktalk otp till he gets tired cus I never get tired then dah. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7631405719835023753?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7631405719835023753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7631405719835023753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7631405719835023753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7631405719835023753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-not-good-day.html' title='today was not a good day.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1020296814367071954</id><published>2009-05-20T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:21:57.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the lib yesterday with my bucktoothed buddy and we read books on puberty and peed laughing cus the author was advising kids new to puberty to get naked on the bed and hold a mirror up in front of their bits and examine it. There was a cartoon image of it btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, err okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda useful in a way. (??) But I don't think Mumsy would think it was useful if she walked in on you doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't try it, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And today went out with Nad after doing my IC. Super fugly la the photo! I couldn't be bothered to take another cus the face will stay the same whut haha. And while the person was jotting down my particulars, that matrep Shawal, who was sitting near me, peered at my photo and ezlink card for waaay too long. Walao. Im very sensitive about people seeing my ezlink card ok! I don't even let Haaziq see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw that Ajig/Anjing at th bus stop and he commented that I was getting fatter and I went all "Fuck you la better than you skinny bitch" cus I was especially hyper-sensitive today. Abit of a whoa reaction but eh I was feeling pissy. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met up with Nad and then went to Tamp 1 where we got pretzels at Auntie Anne's, which are fucking delicious btw. Afterwards, we went to Times where she said she wanted to find a book and was like, "Where is it! Where is it!" I asked what it was about, then she gave a nonchalant look and said, "Sex." Haha that filthy-minded minah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we couldn't find it so we read these two other books which were about sex as well. Omg the two of us ah. ... Dunno what to say ready, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HAAZIQ SO FUCKING MUCH. We've not met for the longest time!&lt;br /&gt;I BLAME YOU, MIDYEARS. Plus the fact that my parents didnt let me go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I really miss that boy la. Meet you as soon as your exams end okay?! Monday! Or is it Tuesday? Haha whatever, I love you times infinity lah Mat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kdahbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sorry Nad. You know what I'm talking about. I can't disclose it here. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-1020296814367071954?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/1020296814367071954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=1020296814367071954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1020296814367071954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1020296814367071954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-day.html' title='good day.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-2039423405619441928</id><published>2009-05-19T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:32:21.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>No exams ready, so free right. Haaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;The Piano Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, what was the last picture you took?&lt;br /&gt;Shakira's buckteeth. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your inbox and type what the 10th text message says?&lt;br /&gt;Ok takde tuition hari ni, happy lah. Hahaha my mum so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many contacts do you have on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;358. Actually ah, 3/4 of it Haaziq's contacts la, his phone what. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you spoke to on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Azyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What service do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, how many bars do you have for your service?&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's on your speed dial numbers?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many contacts do you have that start with J? Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;9. Jai, Jaren Thun, Jaryl, Jason, Jie, JJ, Jordon, Juffri, Jun Hao. Alamak, all Hzq's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many text messages do you get a month?&lt;br /&gt;Manymany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the first 3 digits to your number?&lt;br /&gt;937.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your SENT texts. What does the first one say?&lt;br /&gt;Wake up leh, you bitch. Nk call pn susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did she reply to that?&lt;br /&gt;I awake since just now la you boob. Busy buat kuih kat dalam toilet, hehe. [Lol wth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, what didyou reply her?&lt;br /&gt;Bagosbagos. Bagi matair kau makan. [Even more wth haha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person that texted you?&lt;br /&gt;This just in, Haaziq. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you added to your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go down to your 5th contact, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Adib. Who the hell, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give out your number?&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-2039423405619441928?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/2039423405619441928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=2039423405619441928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2039423405619441928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2039423405619441928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7147449466981094250</id><published>2009-05-18T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:48:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>Exams are over! Woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay technically, exams aren't over. There's HML Listening Compre tmrw but seriously, who gives a shit about that? :B&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I don't have that many reasons to celebrate. I know my exams sucked balls. I'm already dreading that 30-40th position in class. ): I did my best. I know I did. That's what hurt the most. Grr. Majority said Maths was easy, well I didn't think so! Mainly cus of bloody algebra la.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been terrible in algebra. ): And graphs. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know my results on Wed &amp;amp; Thurs. D: Or is it Friday? Doesn't matter, I'll still know the results this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just ruined my own holiday mood. And I've got Chem/Phy tuition later. I have a choice as to whether I want Chem or Phy later. I don't want both. I don't want Sci tuition on the day I finished my Sci paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to take my IC photo later. Hahaha, ugly shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7147449466981094250?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7147449466981094250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7147449466981094250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7147449466981094250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7147449466981094250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3999584905371330211</id><published>2009-05-16T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:55:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God, how I wish yesterday was the end of Midyears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But noo, there's Maths P1 and Physics on Monday. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am fugging tired of all the studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not bullshitting you fags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've spent many of my weekends before May cramming for the Midyears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I am blardy exhausted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And pissed! Cus none of it seems to pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maths Paper 2 on Friday was a complete disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Screwed it upside down, that's what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've got to rely on my Paper 1 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chem paper was fairly okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gave it my best shot, didn't do one question on moles though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and all I've ever studied on balancing chemical equations before, didn't stay in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I just skipped those questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So that's about, close to 10 marks gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm supposed to be mugging, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But my brain needs a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up early today, too early for a weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Omg bloody construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fucken noisy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I got into another argument with Haaziq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fuck la! Not my fault siaaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's expecting a bloody apology from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Noway man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I know FOR SURE, I'm not in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God. We've been fighting soo much these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so distracted we even forgot it was our 3rd monthsary two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blame it on the exam stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blame it on not being able to meet for like so fucken long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But maybe we should just blame ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I'm scared I'll be too weak to hold on any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After so many arguments and harsh words, it's just breaking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope I can tahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's so pissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-3999584905371330211?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3999584905371330211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3999584905371330211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3999584905371330211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3999584905371330211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhausted.html' title='exhausted!'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-8671898660535783298</id><published>2009-05-02T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:57:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've only told a few people about this.&lt;br /&gt;Well, why would I wanna spread the word right?&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly expelled for truancy.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit of a stretch to be expelled for truancy, right.&lt;br /&gt;Cus its on top of internal suspension last year as well.&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, honestly, I'm not even sure if the 'nearly' part will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;My parents haven't met the principal yet, to appeal or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So I still don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;It's the Midyears. I can't go now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was fucking stupid of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucking stupid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Skipping, everybody does it.&lt;br /&gt;But I skipped like several times in one month.&lt;br /&gt;So I made it sort of obvious, huh?&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame anybody for this.&lt;br /&gt;I say that cus my mum was like, "Sape yang kacau kau kt skola?"&lt;br /&gt;A few people came to my mind but fuck that la.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't skip cus of that.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped cus I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped cus I'd always feel like school days are so chaotic and I needed a break, and the only break would be to take the whole frigging day off.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how many breaks did I need in one month, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I was stupid for doing all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;I say WAS, cus I'm not stupid anymore cus I've set my mind on not skipping at all ANYMORE (not that I'll even dare, cus Mdm Mariam will be watching my every move), doing really well for Midyears, making my family happy.&lt;br /&gt;And friends too.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry eh people, if you're affected by this. (somehow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Mak. And Abah.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;For causing so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the troublemaker in the family.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the irresponsible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll change all that. Okay? I swear on my life I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I still get expelled, I won't get angry.&lt;br /&gt;K maybe I will.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't blame anybody, but myself for this.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll still make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Wak Tanjong isnt that bad right?&lt;br /&gt;My dad loves the girls' uniform there.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. K anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch a movie with my eldest sister now.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's going to use that time to counsel me. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I hope I don't have to go for counselling at school cus I don't know whattheshit to tell the counsellor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-8671898660535783298?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/8671898660535783298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=8671898660535783298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8671898660535783298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8671898660535783298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-so-stupid.html' title='why so stupid?'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5241478563312262643</id><published>2009-04-24T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:57:39.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyho im back for a teeny bit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lol I just read somebody's blog. Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;You know the photo of my fat legs and Haaziq's in my fs?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, someone got heated up over that and was insisting hers with his was nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalah yalah yours nicer la. *snickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmyg I have not posted for the longest time ever. O:&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I just can't be bothered to update nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody reads it!&lt;br /&gt;Alamak if you people read, can make it known by tagging or not?&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I lost my pencil box after my HML Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;It was real pretty, with purple and white flowers all over.&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck you lah thief.&lt;br /&gt;Cus I cant find it in the Lost &amp;amp; Found box either. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dahlah bye, lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5241478563312262643?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5241478563312262643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5241478563312262643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5241478563312262643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5241478563312262643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyho-im-back-for-teeny-bit.html' title='heyho im back for a teeny bit.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4786120047898495945</id><published>2009-04-12T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:51:03.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fucker I hate you so much right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4786120047898495945?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4786120047898495945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4786120047898495945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4786120047898495945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4786120047898495945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/04/fucker-i-hate-you-so-much-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7632551432785847117</id><published>2009-04-04T08:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:58:02.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>planes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SdawsZ06EbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DQTBVjGcLMM/s1600-h/planes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320634286678348210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SdawsZ06EbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DQTBVjGcLMM/s400/planes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going to the airport with Hzq later.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're going to study.&lt;br /&gt;He suggested it.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't that interested actually, since it involves studying.&lt;br /&gt;But eh, that Victorian can actually help me a whole lot with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since the midyears are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know that many people who study this early.&lt;br /&gt;Heh! :B&lt;br /&gt;K idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more interested in lying on our backs and watching the planes fly past.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm such a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7632551432785847117?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7632551432785847117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7632551432785847117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7632551432785847117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7632551432785847117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/04/planes.html' title='planes.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SdawsZ06EbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DQTBVjGcLMM/s72-c/planes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-753552865929496706</id><published>2009-04-03T20:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:58:13.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are sisters for hah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay my sister is like the biggest bitch ever.&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE STILL LIVING IN THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck sia.&lt;br /&gt;Just cus my other sister moved out ready and she 'owns' the room now, she's fucking snapping at me every minute.&lt;br /&gt;She's been like this the very second my sister moved out!&lt;br /&gt;The place is not even messy lah sia.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt even have had to go inside if I hadn't had to use the printer in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish she could stay in hostel like, for-fucking-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put me out of my good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rebonded my hair today. Looks okay, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Prefer it to the ball I had before.&lt;br /&gt;Abit flat, cus its first day of rebonding mah.&lt;br /&gt;It'll get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-753552865929496706?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/753552865929496706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=753552865929496706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/753552865929496706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/753552865929496706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-are-sisters-for-hah.html' title='What are sisters for hah.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4842624147754519793</id><published>2009-04-02T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:49:20.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No present for yeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi. New blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm still gonna keep changing it no matter how many times I say I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention something in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Chipmunk's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt wish him.&lt;br /&gt;I have this thing where I'll only wish people a happy birthday if they wish ME a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't know when my birthday is.&lt;br /&gt;By the waaaay, this doesnt apply to some people.&lt;br /&gt;And I was a tad too mean just now.&lt;br /&gt;They were passing around this piece of paper, filled with birthday wishes for him.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt mean and angry, not at him la, then proceeded to write ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One year closer to your death. HAHA. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcm kurang ajar eh? Ya I know.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think, I just acted.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's nt that bad what.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, he's been a real ass to me for the past two years ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4842624147754519793?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4842624147754519793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4842624147754519793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4842624147754519793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4842624147754519793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-present-for-yeh.html' title='No present for yeh.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5937708121308269398</id><published>2009-04-02T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:42:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had my blood drawn out for the first time today, ha.&lt;br /&gt;I watched in fascination as the needle broke my skin and blood, lots of it, flowed out, fast.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have my blood drawn out again!&lt;br /&gt;Haha crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5937708121308269398?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5937708121308269398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5937708121308269398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5937708121308269398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5937708121308269398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye.html' title='I like it.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-973820164942986135</id><published>2009-04-01T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:42:14.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SdNhCDV7huI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yWnPAnfmN84/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April Fools' Day, ha.&lt;br /&gt;I got tricked even before I reached my class.&lt;br /&gt;"Syahirah, Syahirah! Your bag buckle! Your things falling out ah!"&lt;br /&gt;I was panicking slightly cus I have lots of &lt;em&gt;embarrassing stuff&lt;/em&gt; in my bag pockets and if anything fell out, I'd just die from the humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;Now dont you go snooping around in my bag pockets just cus I said all that. &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;So I checked them and then got Hahahahahahahahhahahha!-ed at by Shahid and his frnds.&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got tricked again, by Deborah.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one who fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;Wth haha.&lt;br /&gt;Cus she said she was transferring to Ngee Ann with that damn serious expression and I was like, "Aw why?"&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;I fell for it cus I nearly got transferred to another school a few months back myself.&lt;br /&gt;So it was believable to me lah ok!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like April Fools' Day, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling very -____- today so excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that sexy boy made my day today very fun.&lt;br /&gt;I actually giggled at one point.&lt;br /&gt;Giggled. GIGGLED.&lt;br /&gt;I dont do giggles.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you very much, still. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SHIKIN GO FREAKING UPDATE YOUR BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST POST YOU HAVE IN THERE WAS LIKE, "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! :)))"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha k I dont knw why I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bye, im feeling woozy all of a sudden~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-973820164942986135?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/973820164942986135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=973820164942986135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/973820164942986135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/973820164942986135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1714464718258775241</id><published>2009-03-31T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:42:53.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goatee boy no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear a little pinky swear to pay attention during History and attempt all POA assignments no matter how screwed they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Goatee Boy&lt;/s&gt; Hzq shaved his goatee off! And moustache toooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That also shaved five years off his face. He looks so young! I look like his mother now when we walk together, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my babies, sigh. Hzq's mum wants to throw them away cus they're beginning to stink. ):&lt;br /&gt;Idk what to do ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-1714464718258775241?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/1714464718258775241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=1714464718258775241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1714464718258775241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1714464718258775241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/goatee-boy-no-more.html' title='goatee boy no more.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7616610302953862778</id><published>2009-03-29T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:04:15.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>content.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sc8NzxMQysI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mqjM5XUsXFk/s1600-h/fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318484867977104066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sc8NzxMQysI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mqjM5XUsXFk/s400/fred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't decide whether Fred's just some annoying fuck or a really funny 15 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so accomplished, having finished my homework.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've done so.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a lazy asshole who prefers to copy most of the stuff before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna change that perception you guys have of me.&lt;br /&gt;You just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister's got back from her honeymoon in Europe ystd and she's coming over today.&lt;br /&gt;Aaah souvenirs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Good luck Haaziq for your race today. You dont need it, since you beat the rest with a sprained ankle ystd. (!!) It's either you're fcking good, or the others just suck. Haha. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7616610302953862778?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7616610302953862778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7616610302953862778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7616610302953862778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7616610302953862778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/content.html' title='content.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sc8NzxMQysI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mqjM5XUsXFk/s72-c/fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4276682107738587919</id><published>2009-03-25T20:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:07:09.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fainting doesnt feel so good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fainted ystd at sch shortly after recess in the toilet and nobody came in so i was lying there on the filthy floor for like fifteen mins till the cleaner came in and woke me up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you la not funny.&lt;br /&gt;Fine lah its funny, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;Like, hahaha-so-loser-sia-left-behind-in-the-toilet-liddat kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;Go die lah! Haha. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling super groggy after that so I went to the general office to ask for Panadol but they told me they couldnt give out Panadol.&lt;br /&gt;I was like whatthehell but then he told me to lie down on the bed and rest.&lt;br /&gt;Being me, so the tak tau malu, I promptly took my shoes off and lay on the bed when he went off lol.&lt;br /&gt;It smelled funny and I bet nobody's washed it for ages cus it has that stale bedsheet smell. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;My mum got called up and she had to come all the way from her workplace to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;She was so worried she went with me to CGH.&lt;br /&gt;So tk perlu eh.&lt;br /&gt;60 bucks wasted cus all the doctor said was tht I was fine and it's normal and there's also some things that cant be explained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth he doesnt sound like a doctor ready when he says that.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate her concern. I do, Mak! I do. :D&lt;br /&gt;But 60 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Its so blardy expensive im irritated, ha.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I fainted sia.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la, got to avoid Verma fr the day at least :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wasnt supposed to go to sch today cus I got 2 days' mc fr ystd and today.&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I went was cus I wanted to meet Goatee Boy after school and if I hadnt gone to sch today, I'd have to stay home the whole day and wouldnt be able to go out. :/&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it cus he picked me up from school, finally eh!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im now very tired but im still online cus im waiting for GB to come online but he's still not here and I'm tired laaaa. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's playing his/her guitar downstairs and it sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;I miss guitar-playing shutup la who cares if i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4276682107738587919?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4276682107738587919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4276682107738587919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4276682107738587919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4276682107738587919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/fainting-doesnt-feel-so-good.html' title='fainting doesnt feel so good.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-533684221881101498</id><published>2009-03-24T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:21:37.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont like you people</title><content type='html'>Leave him alone laaaaaah dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiqal, shoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-533684221881101498?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/533684221881101498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=533684221881101498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/533684221881101498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/533684221881101498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-like-you-people.html' title='dont like you people'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-2832423495346281737</id><published>2009-03-19T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:26:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair me no likey</title><content type='html'>I have a good feeling about this thing between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study outing with Hzq and his friends at the usual study corner at Bradell.&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair short &amp;amp; thinned it prior to the outing.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it!&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a ball.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Faiqah said I looked like Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever man, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mine isnt even that short! (or nice)&lt;br /&gt;But yes, its quite short now.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was whining about my ugly hair to Hzq and he was like, "It's nice lah syg, very nice.." , "I'm not lying, syg..", in the end, he just shut up cus he malas nk layan me ready.&lt;br /&gt;Aper guna ni matair. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Kdgkdg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing some Chem shit but rock music was blasting from their phones and I couldnt focus  so I ditched the books and cuddled up next to him and we read Eclipse together. Awh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then he slammed the book down and started cursing when he read the part where Bella kissed Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha ayo that boy ah.&lt;br /&gt;Cus he thinks of me as Bella and Jacob as , .. K nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy just smsed me saying that he was rounding with his frnd on his bike and his frnd said alot of girls looked and smiled at Hzq.&lt;br /&gt;Walao wei, tryna make me jealous izzit!&lt;br /&gt;Well ha ha im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha bye la people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-2832423495346281737?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/2832423495346281737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=2832423495346281737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2832423495346281737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2832423495346281737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-me-no-likey.html' title='hair me no likey'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7472892542512291728</id><published>2009-03-16T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:54:49.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get ready, lets go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLEMNIZATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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HEIGHT: 508px" height="604" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/n711848475_1468334_5248368.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=toddlers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 502px" height="548" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/toddlers.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n711848475_1468298_4960599.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/n711848475_1468298_4960599.jpg" width="516" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15032009001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 446px" height="719" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/15032009001.jpg" width="622" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15032009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 506px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="500" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/15032009.jpg" width="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15032009007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 560px" height="748" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/15032009007.jpg" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Photos are like not placed properly at the second part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn but yeah, at least you can still see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's just so much to post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I shall keep it short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought my sister looked beautiful on her wedding day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe its cus of the ultra thick makeup which took about 1 1/2 hour to do. Keke~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But still, people commented she looked like Erra Fazira okay! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lotsa people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Relatives were smirking at me and Haaziq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cuz even cornered him at one point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You ni matair Syahirah eh?" Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My other cousin even got a candid photo of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which I looked horrible in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Birthday girl ah that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had to go up onto the stage and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People started snapping photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I smiled like a moron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I was still very happy that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paiseh like hell though, cus Haaziq was making fun of me as I went down, grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It was a tiring 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sister is now on the plane to Switzerland for her honeymoon with her new hubby. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a nice, everlasting marriage you two. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss my sister ready.&lt;br /&gt;But nehmind. Now I can use her wardrobe for my stuff hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K Im tired la so many photos ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for the presents guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah Faiqah, thanks for remembering how much I wanted the Garnier lotion. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And thanks for the huge bag of makeup stuff, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shakira toooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7472892542512291728?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7472892542512291728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7472892542512291728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7472892542512291728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7472892542512291728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-ready-lets-go.html' title='the wedding.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6905460404488559822</id><published>2009-03-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:16:40.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please learn how to cook</title><content type='html'>K my sister is officially married ready.&lt;br /&gt;Means she can have sex tonight ready!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the persandingan, with the pelamin and everything.&lt;br /&gt;The big thing ah.&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be off to Europe for her honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared up just nowww.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to hold her phone during the pernikahan tadi, and I was reading her inbox cus i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;And there was this msg from her guy saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I cant wait to see you tomorrow as my lawfully wedded wife."&lt;br /&gt;Something about tht just made me cry cus it was so sweet and it reminded me that my sister is no longer reallyreally part of the family cus she aint gonna be staying with us anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Kakak Liza.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself k.&lt;br /&gt;Please learn how to cook, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I want a nephew/niece soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you one great big hug tomorrow before you leave!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry again OMG.&lt;br /&gt;K dah, photos will be posted tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TURNING FIFTEEN IN 45 MINS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6905460404488559822?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6905460404488559822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6905460404488559822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6905460404488559822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6905460404488559822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-learn-how-to-cook.html' title='please learn how to cook'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7939961774584658693</id><published>2009-03-13T12:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:13:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you give me cap i look like mat ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbnisJlSUbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tL2moFsevW4/s1600-h/12032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312526483574641074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbnisJlSUbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tL2moFsevW4/s400/12032009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sbnir0O7JBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QG7CngYfJd8/s1600-h/12032009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312526477843702802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sbnir0O7JBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QG7CngYfJd8/s400/12032009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbnirliodEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8pt--HvOlTA/s1600-h/12032009(008)-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312526473899832386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbnirliodEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8pt--HvOlTA/s400/12032009(008)-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap tkleh tinggi lagi eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I know my eyes damn sleepy there shutup~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry cleavage ternampak sikit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You should stop hurling obscenities at me now. Hahaha k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Borrowed Syahril's cap for the photoshoot in the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, only one photo popped out fine cus the rest were really too grainy or we just looked like shit there ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah man I totally look fucking hot there dont I, with my mate kuyu and that damn sexy pout? GO DIE LAH. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever sia Syahirah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evening under the stars kepale otak kau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was held in the &lt;strong&gt;hall&lt;/strong&gt;, plenty of people came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shockingly enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my class, it was either the microphones, or just your voices, but you weren't loud enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I think overall, you guys still did awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway quite boring la. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's aunt staying over till the wedding's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's damn cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She looks exactly like Tweetie Bird's owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yknw that old lady with the bun on the head? Yes! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of the wedding, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont like weddings ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fcking stress-inducing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could have put 'stressful' there instead but since those awesome pals of mine alr think im some minah, I might as well show bits of my English power. HAHAHA I got a fucking b4 go die ah. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fucking incomplete essay grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Helped my mum pack the Ferrero Rocher chocs into sunny sachets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG eh there're like 12 packets in one plastic box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 plastic boxes in one cardboard box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10, 15 cardboard boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K wait. More than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That means you lucky beetches get alotta free chocolates without having to do anything, just hafta come. (!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And some of you still reluctant siaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Free food lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dumb owhat, lol~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sister of the bride, ceh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I packed 200 packets in 45 minutes okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tired hands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I only managed to sneak in 3 chocolate balls into my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K bye.&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/7790550105361492875-7939961774584658693?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7939961774584658693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7939961774584658693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7939961774584658693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7939961774584658693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-give-me-cap-i-look-like-mat-ok.html' title='you give me cap i look like mat ok'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbnisJlSUbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tL2moFsevW4/s72-c/12032009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3411955784446077300</id><published>2009-03-12T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:12:24.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sbi0CLiXC6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Nx7R3Wyea7M/s1600-h/a59dfe0930b30a05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312193710033144738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sbi0CLiXC6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Nx7R3Wyea7M/s400/a59dfe0930b30a05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book of Bunny Suicides, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had the book at home for like 3 years and I cant help but feel amused after flippin' it through every single time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mehhhh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe abit sick ah. But still cute, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck la I feel like posting another time after this but k i wont be so desperate bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: My boyfriend's ex girlfriend finds me nice and she wants to meet me. Hahaha. Or so, he claims. Cus I let them smoke together and go 7/11 together. To be frank, I didnt even know about the &lt;strong&gt;7/11&lt;/strong&gt; part till only a few hrs after they went. (!!) But k wdv haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-3411955784446077300?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3411955784446077300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3411955784446077300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3411955784446077300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3411955784446077300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/bunny.html' title='bunny.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sbi0CLiXC6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Nx7R3Wyea7M/s72-c/a59dfe0930b30a05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7374537835621593330</id><published>2009-03-12T07:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:33:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sick but i still wanna go Evening Under Th Stars, pleaaaase. D:</title><content type='html'>Timecheck: 7.25 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not at school?&lt;br /&gt;Cus Im sick.&lt;br /&gt;Today the fever came.&lt;br /&gt;Have been having fever, sore throat, cold for the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Shikin's getting my Progress Report for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. K not a good thing, I wanna see it first but k wdv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna zzz now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun at school.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7374537835621593330?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7374537835621593330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7374537835621593330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7374537835621593330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7374537835621593330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sick-but-i-still-wanna-go-evening.html' title='im sick but i still wanna go Evening Under Th Stars, pleaaaase. D:'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5115235695762553780</id><published>2009-03-11T21:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:25:08.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay fck school cus holidays are coming but my CA still like shit. ):</title><content type='html'>Picked up Hzq from VS at 3 tadi.&lt;br /&gt;He's treating me like his maid nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Told me to pick him up whenever he feels like skipping classes. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Haha k im kidding. Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;But twice a week's alot, considering th fact that he still hasnt picked me up. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;He skipped class cus he was lazy and wanted to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;I did not discourage him from doing so. :B&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 lagi! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi, abit scandalous ah!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA k wdv maaaaan. I'm not going to tell you beeetches what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311916052316993234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sbe3gX8MttI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xVYjHXhKf-E/s320/MsgPlus_Img0860.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Internet's being a bitch as well.&lt;br /&gt;Irritated msn contacts are slamming me for signing in and out repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days and yesssssssssah!&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna bother with E-Learning cus I'm gonna be going out anyway keke~&lt;br /&gt;But still need to go back to sch during hols for whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays? Like fuck onlyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Under Th Stars tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Girl outing on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Hzq's race and our one month anniversary/monthsary/whatever ah eh on Saturday! Heh. [:&lt;br /&gt;My birthday AND my sister's wedding on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayum, I'm shagged just by reading that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5115235695762553780?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5115235695762553780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5115235695762553780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5115235695762553780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5115235695762553780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/150.html' title='Yay fck school cus holidays are coming but my CA still like shit. ):'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/Sbe3gX8MttI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xVYjHXhKf-E/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img0860.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4666488556556883914</id><published>2009-03-10T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:22:50.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He forgave me in the end so fuck this post la! (:</title><content type='html'>I just looked at my reflection and my eyes are fucking bengkak cus of crying so much.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whats with me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;My dad hit me with the belt again.&lt;br /&gt;I was sobbing hard and all.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know who to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;Cus I had already disappointed Hzq big time.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ash called.&lt;br /&gt;Idk why the fuck he did, but he keeps calling nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I usually reject it.&lt;br /&gt;But I picked it up today.&lt;br /&gt;He could tell I was crying.&lt;br /&gt;He tried comforting me.&lt;br /&gt;But it didnt help.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for trying, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hzq. I'm sorry I broke my promise. You hate me now.&lt;br /&gt;Apology not yet accepted.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4666488556556883914?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4666488556556883914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4666488556556883914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4666488556556883914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4666488556556883914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-looked-at-my-reflection-and-my.html' title='He forgave me in the end so fuck this post la! (:'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-120601242669208453</id><published>2009-03-08T10:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:55:22.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mermaids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbMzDDQbOXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6Sk1RQ-4kWc/s1600-h/mineee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310644513106770290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbMzDDQbOXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6Sk1RQ-4kWc/s400/mineee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbMzCkqXhoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IFjpKbV4dEU/s1600-h/haaziq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310644504894080642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbMzCkqXhoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IFjpKbV4dEU/s400/haaziq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you dunno, he's the fat purple dinosaur while I'm Hamtaro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hzq can really draw, man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok fine la me also. -_-&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/7790550105361492875-120601242669208453?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/120601242669208453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=120601242669208453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/120601242669208453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/120601242669208453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/mermaids.html' title='mermaids.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbMzDDQbOXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6Sk1RQ-4kWc/s72-c/mineee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3011785708296426421</id><published>2009-03-07T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:27:53.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me have seen everything to see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbJ5gA8C1xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BUqE0LU3KGg/s1600-h/07032009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310440501537855250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbJ5gA8C1xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BUqE0LU3KGg/s400/07032009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbJ5f2yABMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ICtnpO941dc/s1600-h/07032009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310440498811372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbJ5f2yABMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ICtnpO941dc/s400/07032009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Throat got a teeny bit better today, thanks to Hzq's Strepsil-ish candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Supposed to meet up with Syafiq at Plaza Sing to go support some friends of theirs dancing at Danceworks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yeh and it was fvcking crowded there. Felt irritated with everybody and wanted to just bloody kick them out of my path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I snarled at people who knocked me when Hzq wasnt looking, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fierce kapaaaaaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ee k shutup ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got damn jealous just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hzq saw his gay sex partner and they started grinding and gave each other handjobs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sucha retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;William&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and Hzq did no such thing but I'm bored outta my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They ARE gay sex partners, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or so, Haaziq says. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How can I not get jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;William is this Indian dude who has a nicer body than me! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Skinny bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Those elephant thighs of mine can just fuck off cus I want his hot legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haaziq told me to shutup when I told him of my plans to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kurang ajar peh matair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In the end, both Hzq and I were vehveh hungry so we went off to eat first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We then passed by Macs and I said aloud, "Haha, definitely not Macs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And then in the end, we ate there. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cus Hzq saw his two friends there and all I ate was fries and I was still famished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;K Hzq, I'm joking and its fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have to reassure him like 12382634 times before he calms down lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That boy kept nudging me and worried about me non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Are you okay with Macs?" Like I could do anything about it, k kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Do you feel left out?" Hrmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Why aren't you eating? Is it because my friends are here?" o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Baby, I'd eat a cow even if your friends were there but wasnt in the mood for fat burgers and oily fast foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes I know I stuffed my fat face with fries but I was &lt;strong&gt;starving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then after smoking for abit, Brandon and Hafiz went off to watch people prance around on the stage while Hzq decided to go watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes peopleee, we didnt go back to watch Danceworks cus Haaziq was fed up with all the matreps staring at him there, lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who ask you to look like ex-convict ah, piercing boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Plans ruined cus tix were sold out so we went to buy Chippy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fried Mars Bars (again!) and Cheesy Chicken Balls or whatever its called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Second photo above! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yummeh but I got sick of it like 15 minutes after. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then loitered outside the MRT station and then he sent me home soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made me a very happy girl today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE FINALLY LAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Hzq and I want to talk to you now on MSN so I shall end this post here, k bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-3011785708296426421?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3011785708296426421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3011785708296426421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3011785708296426421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3011785708296426421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-and-me-have-seen-everything-to-see.html' title='you and me have seen everything to see.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbJ5gA8C1xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BUqE0LU3KGg/s72-c/07032009(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7068055762953787354</id><published>2009-03-06T18:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:53:22.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can see your halo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-1PbB-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/e_Ror7xxvzw/s1600-h/04032009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310018818508785634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-1PbB-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/e_Ror7xxvzw/s400/04032009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-uXqJiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2lzozNxkz1s/s1600-h/04032009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310018816664282658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-uXqJiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2lzozNxkz1s/s400/04032009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farhan looks like he has just had one mind-blowing orgasm while Joseph looks like as if he has just been caught red-handed having sex with Farhan. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-iLmuhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GNw_n5_sRME/s1600-h/03032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310018813392501266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-iLmuhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GNw_n5_sRME/s400/03032009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look fine here, Klarissa, so dont pick a fight :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-ZiDh1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/hxGcBnfd0oQ/s1600-h/04032009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310018811070744402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-ZiDh1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/hxGcBnfd0oQ/s400/04032009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shikin's fault for making me look so bloody distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont like private blogs so there, it aint private anymore. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up with an excruciating headache and a very sore throat at 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was rolling on around on the bed and my mum yelled at me to get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Told her I wasnt feeling good at all but she told me not to "main2 nk pon je".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt bother protesting cus I knew she wouldnt change her mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I dragged myself to get up and go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my sister should stop doing weird stuff in the morning when shes still in bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like having her hair all over her face and sitting upright for no reason. (!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cus its fucking scary and now I dont dare look at her no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed to sch cus I still felt like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First two periods passed quite quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didnt feel good so I made up my mind to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But did my maths test first and I regret it cus I couldnt rmbr the formulas and I know it's totally lame to blame it on the migraine but yes, fuck the headache, im gonna fail and stand outside the class for 1 week straight cus of you! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My graphs were all senget and I bullshitted my way through the maths formula questions, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Toh sent me to the GO, where I then cabbed to the doctor's and went home soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucky day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A is being unnecessarily horny at 6 in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fucking pervert asked if I would suck his cock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No thanks, yours aint tasty enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I said that to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just said, I dont like tiny cocks. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I have ever seen his before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you get the drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I blocked him cus he was being a horny pest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K dah bye.&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/7790550105361492875-7068055762953787354?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7068055762953787354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7068055762953787354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7068055762953787354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7068055762953787354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/farhan-looks-like-he-has-just-had-one.html' title='i can see your halo.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SbD5-1PbB-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/e_Ror7xxvzw/s72-c/04032009(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-2645927261788310987</id><published>2009-03-03T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:51:25.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>145.</title><content type='html'>I have never felt so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;I hate angsty posts.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being all moody and angry and hating everybody around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate private blogs! Grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I hate changing my blog urls over and over again cus I know you're bloody irritated as well cus I keep asking you to link me.&lt;br /&gt;Yknw what? Dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care lah.&lt;br /&gt;Tkyah menyusahkan korang sumer.&lt;br /&gt;Happy? Kehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling sticky after the rain stops and its all humid. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a hate day.&lt;br /&gt;I want love.&lt;br /&gt;And love seems to be coming from very few sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hzq. I wonder how you can stand me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K dah goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody pilates tomorrow. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-2645927261788310987?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/2645927261788310987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=2645927261788310987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2645927261788310987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2645927261788310987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-never-felt-so-messed-up.html' title='145.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-9185643567278055369</id><published>2009-03-03T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:30:17.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucker.</title><content type='html'>It would just be fucking immature of me to rant and bitch about Nia here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuck la seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blocked her from seeing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Big surprise there, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should let her see my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So then she would read this post about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE. YOU DISAPPROVE OF ME SMOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas other friends would talk about it to my face, you tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Where other people whom I had invited to read my blog could read it.&lt;br /&gt;Sngaje kepe? Or just plain stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You care about me or whatever, and are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Still doesnt change the fact you said all those stuff in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Rude and hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;And you think the ruder it is, the more it'll help me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not my mother.&lt;br /&gt;If you my mother you go tag at my blog whatever ah.&lt;br /&gt;Hah seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you acted so fucking nice the day before I read the tags.&lt;br /&gt;And you asked me, "Have you seen your tagboard?"&lt;br /&gt;And when I said no, you just smiled and continued chatting like normal.&lt;br /&gt;Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt have to drag Haaziq into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the ciggy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it real bad I admit.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, I do not smoke out of habit and I'm not addicted.&lt;br /&gt;And btw, you made it sound like as if I'm doing drugs or something.&lt;br /&gt;Not even one whole ciggy lah!&lt;br /&gt;Haaziq was affected.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt even want to give me the ciggy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he had a choice.&lt;br /&gt;You would only get it into your fucking head that it wasnt his fault if you had been there to see it.&lt;br /&gt;We fought. Partly cus of you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never liked you that much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira, I know youre real affected by all this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I cant keep on lying to myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And to you and HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this stupid argument is not worth losing you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;But idk what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I could always talk to her face-to-face , solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant do it. Not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her face makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only ah sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K thanks bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-9185643567278055369?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/9185643567278055369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=9185643567278055369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/9185643567278055369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/9185643567278055369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/fucker.html' title='fucker.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7529631125939981716</id><published>2009-03-01T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:08:49.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>checkered bags~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaqTPLerRiI/AAAAAAAAATc/TQ0BDve2MgY/s1600-h/28022009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308216999798326818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaqTPLerRiI/AAAAAAAAATc/TQ0BDve2MgY/s400/28022009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My name lah, abo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308216993285857922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaqTOzN-4oI/AAAAAAAAATU/4HktGdeS8ME/s400/28022009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; My bag suddenly damn nice sia after he washed it. HAHA. (and nice design right! ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaqTOY_wcvI/AAAAAAAAATM/zY1ncwnkxls/s1600-h/28022009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308216986246869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaqTOY_wcvI/AAAAAAAAATM/zY1ncwnkxls/s400/28022009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matwep with huge coke bottle. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think you're prolly sick of me posting about Hzq over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But yes, this is gna be another post about Hzq. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Met him today cus the unholy boy wanted to skip madrasah and lepak with his friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At first, I thought it was just the two of us so i had unknowingly agreed to 4-hour lepak with his mat friends from Toa Payoh. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Done the introductions and all, we sat down and talked and talked summore and then he smoked and omg I actually smoked myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like really really smoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Properly smoking, like I tarik-ed and all. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I didnt cough. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I felt fucking bad and exhilarated at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What the fuck is up with me maaaaaaaaan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can hear Nashwin already, "Minah! Minah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hahaha. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He said he didnt want me to get addicted. He said he didnt want me to turn out like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think I'm addicted? K no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;But I sorta felt a certain hollowness, afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like I needed to fill up that hollowness, you knw wht I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;K no I will not be dependent on cigarettes, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like if I dont smoke, I wont be craving for it and go out of my frigging mind asking everybody for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You knw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OK ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After eating KFC, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we cabbed back to Tampines and it was a nice moment, there was some Broadway romantic tune playing in the background and it was so cold in the cab but he kept me warm and it was just very comfy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then he sent me back and dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And now Hzq's sick and idk how to help him but I was planning to send some herbal soup to his house tomorrow to soothe his irritated throat or just give him a damn Strepsil. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Get well, sugar, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7529631125939981716?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7529631125939981716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7529631125939981716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7529631125939981716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7529631125939981716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/03/checkered-bags.html' title='checkered bags~'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaqTPLerRiI/AAAAAAAAATc/TQ0BDve2MgY/s72-c/28022009(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4916685667807692779</id><published>2009-02-28T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:07:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parkway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay so I decided to make my blog private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The only reason is because my sister has been reading my posts very often lately and I cant post stuff about pon-ing choir or pretending there's choir on some Saturdays when in fact, I'm just going out with Hzq. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAKAK ANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I KNOW I DIDNT INVITE YOU TO MY BLOG, HEHEH, BUT STILL, JUST THOUGHT IT'D BE THOUGHTFUL OF ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERE SO YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;REMAIN AS THE BITCHY, HILARIOUS SISTER THAT YOU ARE AND WE'LL BOTH BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HEH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;YOU'RE STILL NOT HOME YET AND I KNW ITS JUST 10 BUT MY CURFEW IS WAAAY EARLIER THAN YOURS SO IM FLIPPIN' MAD AND JEALOUS. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ANYWAY. HAVE FUN, YOU'RE 21 NOW! WUU~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;K LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eeeee caps so annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh so yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Told parents I had tuition and choir today, till 6, when in fact, both were cancelled and real choir prac ends at 2.30 lah please. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So took the opportunity to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Parkway with Haaziq today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We went straight to Banquet cus he was feeling hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Saw Rury and panicked and Haaziq prolly thought I was being stupid cus its just my friend whuuuut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But my outfit was a tad too revealing and I scared she call me minahrep cus I think I looked like one. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes, is it wrong to care about what other people say? No, idts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He was clumsehhh and spilt Ovaltine all over my chicken rice. That boy ahhhhh. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then we met up with 3 of his friends, Urshak, Wailoon and some lanky Malay dude from his sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So while the four of them were smoking, I sat there and smsed Syahril, Shikin and several other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im not that close to them. Wanna make what sort of conversation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wailoon told me to stop giving him this particular expression cus it scares him. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Walao second time meet him and I gave a bad impression of myself ready. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wailoon scares me too okehhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So yada3, they left, then Jordan and his girlf, Ain, came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I find them bloody cute lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They keep arguing like they've been married for like 60 years ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And happy birthday, Ain. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So we parted ways at the bus stop, and we then 31-ed all the way to Toa Payoh and went to his hse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We had fun, played games and stuff. Lol yes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then read love letters his ex girlf had given him. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Idk why we did that but it was entertaining and I'm angry cus her handwriting is bloody tiny and I have difficulty reading such tiny handwriting yknw yknw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fuck sia I really am blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then ate, and he had to go meet his friends at Boat Quay to shisha while I had to go home cus my dad would be flippin' mad if I came home after 9. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So we cabbed there and he kissed me goodbye and then dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I tried to sleep but the driver kept sneezing and coughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wah fck, and he drove like a bloody madman lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If sick also, must drive until like that meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I got home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;And I quickly changed back into my sch uniform so my dad wouldnt suspect anything, heh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for lying la.&lt;br /&gt;But some stuff are worth lying about? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K doesnt make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4916685667807692779?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4916685667807692779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4916685667807692779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4916685667807692779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4916685667807692779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/parkway.html' title='parkway.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6449805748515195082</id><published>2009-02-26T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:19:43.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="620" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk278/irahaha/Image022.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shahid, the really annoying boy who keeps wanting to kick me everytime i pass by his class, looks like he belongs in K1. He's seriously tiny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've decided to take a leaf outta Klarissa's book and use this layout.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stay with this for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lah eh, change layout tk abis2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the bus stop this morning when I saw this Indian man looking at me strangely.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if I wasnt creeped out enough, he started to wink.&lt;br /&gt;One, two, NO, three times. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Then he proceeded to LEER at me.&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaa I dont like! ):&lt;br /&gt;Please eh, I only like it when I have hot boys staring at me, and that hardly ever happens , &lt;s&gt;ever&lt;/s&gt; nowadays. *pouts&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaziq had a haircut. :D&lt;br /&gt;He's extremely unhappy about it but I told him to cheer up cus he'll be my sexaaaayeee boyfie no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;And he still remained unhappy. Hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;Please eh. If your hair looks like crap, mine is still like 10 times worse, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ting at tuition found an ant in my hair !&lt;br /&gt;Wtfffffh.&lt;br /&gt;It was like crawling around in there, lost I expect, and tryna find its way out.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;My hair must be like bloody kusut?&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt leh. D:&lt;br /&gt;Fucking ant. How did it even get there in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;Fell from a tree?&lt;br /&gt;If it did, you people would have ants on your heads too!&lt;br /&gt;Ah wdv la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Solihin at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged a few words.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the topic of Hzq cropped up.&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly started to get really tense and started screaming, "Bodoh ah kau. Seriously, bodohhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the fuck .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he mixed up the several Haziqs/Haaziq in Victoria but eh he didnt have to be so bloody rude!&lt;br /&gt;Assssss lah you Solihin! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hzq aint replying my msg. Grrrr. I think he got beaten up by hooligans cus he looks like one himself with that piercing of his. Lol k kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ok he just replied HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6449805748515195082?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6449805748515195082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6449805748515195082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6449805748515195082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6449805748515195082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/shahid-sec-2-boy-who-looks-like-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7140936868285239209</id><published>2009-02-25T19:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:48:44.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUlp0AjAOI/AAAAAAAAASc/4Ws7iWq-5Hs/s1600-h/n545161512_1918282_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306689136191799522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUlp0AjAOI/AAAAAAAAASc/4Ws7iWq-5Hs/s400/n545161512_1918282_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUlOVW4spI/AAAAAAAAASU/TfGgBdlPFLo/s1600-h/n545161512_1918282_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687299551616786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUj-5_Z3xI/AAAAAAAAASM/OSBFmJUc_LY/s400/n545161512_1918268_7590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687210545651186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUj5uaunfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-fcgqBWZ5ds/s400/n545161512_1918279_1033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306686184503419746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUi-AHMo2I/AAAAAAAAARc/xiJo0wX2V3g/s400/n545161512_1918276_70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pre-bitch fit face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306686182532774642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUi94xW-vI/AAAAAAAAARU/08JLpV-YB_Q/s400/n545161512_1918274_9461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306686184195348018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUi9-9v1jI/AAAAAAAAARM/s4T12AEh7a0/s400/n545161512_1918273_9137.jpg" border="0" /&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306686177945981330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUi9nryEZI/AAAAAAAAARE/x6vwJH7mcB4/s400/n545161512_1918271_8515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306679106440643794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUciARhxNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QwovRapGB7Y/s320/n545161512_1918296_6755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306687209684766258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUj5rNejjI/AAAAAAAAASE/ltRegQVy64o/s400/n545161512_1918294_6082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL to my sister in the 4th, 5th and last two photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And see how fucken curly my hair is getting at the roots! D: !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These're the photos from my cousin's wedding last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, only one photo of the couple. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats, Kak Titi and husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno her husband's name lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History CA yesterday was a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not study a single thing on History, instead, I studied POA. (which I later found out was postponed to thurs, ah fucker)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not even know there was a test the day before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only found out when Verma told us to separate our tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I squeezed out whatever bit of info on the Treaty of Versailles from my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AH FUCK WHY CANT I REMEMBER ANYTHING?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I looked at Farhan beside me and started thinking about how his hair looked way different from last time and why I didnt notice it before and that there was a strange smell around me and that I needed to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back my maths CA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirteen / twenty baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am quite pleased with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, its only because I have veh vehhh low standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was relieved I had passed. Happy that I nearly reached 15 marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nearly died when I heard Farhan got 19. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should shoot myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS and POA test tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im scared shitless, pleaaaase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a total dick at doing accounts. I keep forgetting to include the amounts/dates/whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS, its just like history. Godddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can memorize well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall use that to my advantage? Ha okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats if I make use of the next 6 hours memorizing everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please please please, atleast a c5 for POA and b4 for SS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, hafta start work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&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/7790550105361492875-7140936868285239209?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7140936868285239209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7140936868285239209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7140936868285239209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7140936868285239209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/weddings-and-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaUlp0AjAOI/AAAAAAAAASc/4Ws7iWq-5Hs/s72-c/n545161512_1918282_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3868740757116728409</id><published>2009-02-22T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:49:49.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Padan muke kene NS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I swear Twilight is like bloody basi ready and here I am, begging Haaziq to lend me Eclipse. -___-&lt;br /&gt;Yes, emphasize on the begging part. I had a feeling he was reluctant to lend me his book cus I can never take care of stuff properly and by the time he gets it back, it'll be like torn with food stains on it HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;K no lah! Joking. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;But yehh, if you ask Shikin whats the state my worksheets are in right now, she'll most prolly just roll her eyes or shake her head. Her reactions (to me, at least) are like damn predictable ready, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I want a new blogskin can! Fuck sia i can never be content with the current one I'm having. And eh hello, I just changed this one. Grrh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I hate Nian En right now. He doesnt have to do his O's next year cus he's like far faaaar away in California! With the nice un-artificial beaches, unlike Singapore. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;WELL AT LEAST YOU'RE COMING BACK FOR YOUR NATIONAL SERVICE HERE. HAHAHAHA BOTAK KAU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lol k meanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;K I wanna go eat some food nw, will be back later bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-3868740757116728409?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3868740757116728409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3868740757116728409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3868740757116728409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3868740757116728409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/padan-muke-kene-ns.html' title='Padan muke kene NS'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6016402914608689148</id><published>2009-02-22T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:53:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305461806812090402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaDJZ1xv0CI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tKrKp_NjIO8/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like how corny he is with his words.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he winks right after a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he grins cheekily after that wink.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he asks for my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way his brow furrows in concern when I tell him about my problems.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way his forehead creases up when he tells about his problems.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way his lips move when he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he'll rest his forehead on mine.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he makes stupid jokes and then expects me to laugh, which I do.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he uses two full stops after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he gets jealous sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I've become a mushy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm glad we had that conversation yesterday, hun.&lt;br /&gt;Reminisced about the old times when we first started chatting on MSN, and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;We should do that more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will pick you up on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6016402914608689148?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6016402914608689148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6016402914608689148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6016402914608689148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6016402914608689148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/barney.html' title='Barney'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SaDJZ1xv0CI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tKrKp_NjIO8/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4974720366620675557</id><published>2009-02-20T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:23:11.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths ca</title><content type='html'>I did my maths CA just now.&lt;br /&gt;Cant decide whether I did okay or just plain screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I looked up my maths teacher to ask if he had marked our papers yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yehh, I actually bothered.&lt;br /&gt;When I first approached him, he said, "Syafiq?" -_-&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "Oh, oh sorry! Syafiqah!" -____-&lt;br /&gt;Finally Syahirah about 10 seconds later. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was taking it a tad too far with 'Syafiq' though! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he said most of the girls did okay.&lt;br /&gt;I was still feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said it was confirmed that I got above 10/20.&lt;br /&gt;I was like happy2 ready then he burst my bubble by saying he wasnt sure.&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;br /&gt;Nia was next to me and he said the exact same thing to her.&lt;br /&gt;He went to check the papers , came back a minute later and congratulated Nia for doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;He walked away after that.&lt;br /&gt;Whattheeffff. What about meeeh?&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even get a chance to ask about my own marks, he practically zoomed out of there.&lt;br /&gt;I think he saw my atrocious marks and decided not to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cb. I'll shoot someone/myself/Mr Toh if I fail.&lt;br /&gt;The test was supposed to be bloody simple lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually attempted to enjoy Choir as much as possible today.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard, but my resilience paid off.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually okay.&lt;br /&gt;Th fact that minahwep Marilyn &amp;amp; bimbo Rui Xin were beside me helped. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I provided the Sopranos with candy throughout the whole practice.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, now they're expecting me to bring even more next prac.&lt;br /&gt;Pandai ah kau, Syahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay fineee, I didnt listen to the instructor for like 1/4 of the prac, spent it doing my homework and now I'm nearly done.&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased with myself as it is only Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Not bragging, but its quite an achievement for me eh.&lt;br /&gt;I usually dont even finish 1/2 by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argued with Barney just now through smses.&lt;br /&gt;I should stop being sucha bitch and he, too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you lots and lots, Barn. (Your nick is so not glam la sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Now we've made up and tomorrow, we'll make out.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA bnyk eh fantasy aku.&lt;br /&gt;K now that makes me sound pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should shutup now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4974720366620675557?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4974720366620675557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4974720366620675557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4974720366620675557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4974720366620675557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/maths-ca.html' title='maths ca'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-2360643535782919904</id><published>2009-02-19T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:40:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SZ1DDhSEFYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Qxjn2821BUE/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304469663865116034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SZ1DDhSEFYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Qxjn2821BUE/s400/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SZ1AjE4rhgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QE7a3TrUonE/s1600-h/PC3001901_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bio Sec 2. Ha ha. God I must have been retarded. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got miserable marks for my POA test. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8/35?&lt;/span&gt; I tried minimizing it further, but couldnt. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so what if i wanna minimize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not like those people who further maximize their humiliation for the whole world to see it oh-so-clearly. Oh yeah, go and fucking shoot me now already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the reason for the terrible marks, you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly to say, I do not have a bloody good enough excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm ok firstly the teacher kind of gets on my nerves. Secondly, I copy down alot of homework during POA lessons. Thirdly, I just dont geddit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried revising at home, but nothing stays in my head. I doubt anything even goes in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a loooong day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POA was first period and I was already half-asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN. (read above again if you have pathetic memory.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Higher Malay right after school.&lt;br /&gt;There was a test and I sorta did it anyhow? Errr. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rushed to learn the bloody peribahasa and found out that nothing I had forced into my head was in the paper. &lt;a href="mailto:?$@!#$"&gt;?$@!#$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cikgu told us to learn only sec 1&amp;amp;2's peribahasa and out came out sec 3's peribahasa. Only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah fucken pissed eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home straight after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K stopped at bubble tea shop with Opah then 28-ed and then walked abit back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg this has got to be the most mundane day ever. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beginning to hate Thursdays. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I wanna advertise something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE WATCH VASANTHAM AT 8PM TONIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZAHID'S GONNA BE ON TEEVEE DOING PARKOUR STUFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WUU~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I dont really care ah but yeh, advertising. Hahaha k bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-2360643535782919904?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/2360643535782919904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=2360643535782919904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2360643535782919904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2360643535782919904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SZ1DDhSEFYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Qxjn2821BUE/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-8011116984742226436</id><published>2009-02-17T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:45:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaziq has decided to share his blog with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy kan. Hahah. That boy ah. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL HAVENT UPDATED ON VALENTINE'S DAY. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;IF I UPDATE ABOUT IT NOW, MCM DAH BASI EH? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K tkper I shall just mention some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He gave me a pretty box which came in an even prettier bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before I could open it, I had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He took off his shirt. Wuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And gave me a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I read the words , "Will U Be Mine?" "Yes" or "No". My heart was like melting already lahhh. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I circled "Yes." And I dont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I said before, no more relationships. But if I know how to handle the pain of breaking up afterwards, its okay right? You learn with every relationship. Anyway I got the support of a few friends already so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We bought Chippy's Fried Mars Bars. My favourite. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We had fun. I find Haaziq totally awesome can? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay dah lah. Got lots more but I'm supposed to do hw now so I better hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing PILATES for PE tomorrow. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be rolling all over the place lah please.&lt;br /&gt;I like how my school is so cool about these things.&lt;br /&gt;They let us do Latin Dance for PE last year! Cool rightttt. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to VJC tomorrow to support Barneh for his heats. He sprinter mah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to bring a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Haha you bitchhh (whoever) I can see you cringing alrdy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck k, love. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah dah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-8011116984742226436?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/8011116984742226436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=8011116984742226436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8011116984742226436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8011116984742226436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7049459251752861687</id><published>2009-02-15T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:32:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAAZIQ MADE MY VDAY AWESOME AND I HAD LOTS OF FUN. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more with a few photos some other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Kakak Ana, I'm really sorry I took your dress without your permission. I'm sorry I made you so bloody mad on Valentine's Day. I love you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE'S DAY, PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kdahbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7049459251752861687?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7049459251752861687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7049459251752861687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7049459251752861687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7049459251752861687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/haaziq-made-my-vday-awesome-and-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1472531290085630321</id><published>2009-02-12T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:17:21.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was nice.</title><content type='html'>Alotta stuff to post about today, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School's enterprise club is selling everything related to Vday; heart-shaped balloons, cards, cookies, roses (fake, i expect) from now till tomorrow. No, I havent bought anything. (Yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dont feel too good about the Eng presentation every one of us has to give in front of the whole class on our Silent Reading book. (Mine's awfully graphic, with loads of sex, murder and gore. Oh my.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kept smiling today. It's that bloody Barney's fault. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Today was Total Defence Day. Meaning, the canteen vendors only sold war time food; porridge. Someone said, "I thought war time also got spaghetti. Ah fuck you!" Just eat the bloody porridge, man. -.- It was de-fucking-licious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The last word was tk perlu. Adam kept saying such stuff and told me to use it at least once in this post. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The banana I'm eating right now looks an awful lot like a blown-up condom. I was like staring at it for a full five seconds. Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tysfm Oscar for introducing me to &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;http://www.fmylife.com/&lt;/a&gt; Fucking funny can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ah I'm too bloody lazy to finish up 8-9. Idk why but I wanted a perfect 10 at the start of this post. Yes, sanggup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDAHBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem's not done I'm dead~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-1472531290085630321?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/1472531290085630321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=1472531290085630321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1472531290085630321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1472531290085630321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-nice.html' title='today was nice.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-773528701050282477</id><published>2009-02-11T16:55:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:55:15.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy boys wuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SZKU8yni6mI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MHdAHIirGuI/s1600-h/fall_behind_by_thais_fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301463483469195874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SZKU8yni6mI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MHdAHIirGuI/s400/fall_behind_by_thais_fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaziq Haaziq Haaziq, you told me to post about you. So tak tau malu lah you. Haha! Hmm lets start off with, I think your name is like bloody unique. Who puts two As in their name that way? Hahah. Hazique's cool too. The typical one is Haziq ah. HAHA K HAZIQ, JGN TERASE IF YOURE READING THIS. K sry ha. I've known you for like a few months already. But we got closer the past few days because of some incident. And thankyou so much for being there eh? Good friends. :D Love yah, Valentine! Hahah. I wanted to put that photo of you cuddling that powerpuff girl pillow but I decided not to , scared you pissed ah. Heh. So I decided to put up that photo up there, yg tkde link langsung dengan topic post ni. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHOHOHOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's this cute sec 1 boy in my school and i think he's from track and field and bloody hell i forgot his name. i think he has the sexiest hair ever lah okay. its like so naturally windswept, not waxed or gel-ed like some people i know. sexy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k omg sec 1 kid. -___-" and hes short. but i like his expression when he stares at you. its damn alluring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, he stared and smiled at me OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. lol pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont have a thing for younger men ok. just this particular one hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol ok i better stop alrdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later someone jealous, oh haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DIDNT BLOODY FINISH MY ENGLISH CA ESSAY D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i left the story hanging sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write about an occasion where you were left to handle a difficult situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i decided to write about this family, where the father died, and the mother was too emotionally unstable after that, so the two sisters and i were left to fend for ourselves and i had to take care of them cus i was like the oldest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walao its no surprise i didnt finish. bloody long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking miserable right now. &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/7790550105361492875-773528701050282477?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/773528701050282477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=773528701050282477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/773528701050282477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/773528701050282477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/smellingnasty-hm.html' title='sexy boys wuuu'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SZKU8yni6mI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MHdAHIirGuI/s72-c/fall_behind_by_thais_fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6131409945656411191</id><published>2009-02-10T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:23:49.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spread the lurveee~</title><content type='html'>I have a newfound good friend and i got over danial fast and so my sister figured i have a new boyfriend. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's a danial hater in my tagboard, lol. idk who you are, but for whatever reason you hate him, get over it lah. hate shows that you care. be indifferent. like me. :D yeah, just dont be mean lah. lets just get on with our lives, k? ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nice right, hah lol. can still stick up for him abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. i posted for the sake of posting. yes pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barneh gonna pay for my bill. HAHA. Actually, youre not responsible. Not mostly anyway. But since you want, okay lor. Haha me bitch, no? He insisted ok. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6131409945656411191?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6131409945656411191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6131409945656411191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6131409945656411191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6131409945656411191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/spread-lurveee.html' title='spread the lurveee~'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5841143508351498759</id><published>2009-02-08T13:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:24:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short update.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Valentine already. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Not being a player la.&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun only. And as friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends can be each other's Valentine, no?&lt;br /&gt;Damn it'll be memorable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;K bye la.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a teeny bit happier alrdy, cause talked so much shit with Haaziq just now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cheering me up yeh Barney. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5841143508351498759?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5841143508351498759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5841143508351498759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5841143508351498759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5841143508351498759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6326303650385016291</id><published>2009-02-08T09:04:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:23:15.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when things go wrong and you expected it yet you still feel like shit anyways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SY4wt6Jq-rI/AAAAAAAAAPk/bblA9EhxWDA/s1600-h/please_leave.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up this morning with a tear-crusted face.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to stop crying, but I just kept on letting out the waterworks.&lt;br /&gt;He claimed he still liked her. And I'm not sure who officially did it, but I kind of said bye which meant, "Hello I'm breaking up with you." But it was he who caused it.&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, I spaced out for a minute or two then baaam! The tears came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to delete everything that reminded me of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letters? Burnt. Message history? Deleted. Smses? Deleted as well, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant really be bothered to delete my previous blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;If I could delete my memories, like in that movie, "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah I was listening to headbang rock the whole night to rid myself of the pain. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you take so fucking long before you finally told me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking you what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And you fucking kept silent and told me you couldnt tell me cause it'd hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You lied. That hurt more than when you finally told me you had a thing for someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of love. Or infatuation, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've given up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well F, it's probably karma, huh? I'm still very sorry for what happened. Ok ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected this. Just thought it'd last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls and Haaziq, for listening.&lt;br /&gt;I love you people. Haaziq, not so much. Haha! K joking. Still can joke. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldnt reply.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrendering my phone to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Bill dah tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks for dumping me a week before fucking Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;AND giving me a cold from crying too much in the aircon room. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: HAPPY SIA FIQ. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6326303650385016291?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6326303650385016291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6326303650385016291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6326303650385016291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6326303650385016291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-things-go-wrong-and-you-expected.html' title='when things go wrong and you expected it yet you still feel like shit anyways.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4173273485492134134</id><published>2009-02-07T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:04:26.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SYw6zXRQ2II/AAAAAAAAAPc/1Ozm9esqAzU/s1600-h/z162834335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299675515602393218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SYw6zXRQ2II/AAAAAAAAAPc/1Ozm9esqAzU/s320/z162834335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-SD8V8Tmo/SWmGEPyHQvI/AAAAAAAAA3g/vO90RO5CNgI/s320/z112620291.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagmysecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tagmysecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag like how many times already LOL. I have a bloody huge amount of secrets that just need to be told, anonymously. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate viruses and chain letters. Screw you guys for being so careless and getting all those bloody viruses into your computers and just stop sending stupid chain letters which I dont give a bloody hoot about and they just clog up my inbox and now I have like 1148 emails so THANKS AH. I know ah its my fault for not bothering to delete the emails but EH, I WOULDNT HAVE TO DELETE THOSE EMAILS IF YOU HADNT SEND ME THOSE BLOODY CHAIN LETTERS. Im okay with the ones that have cool photos and are like really sweet, but not those "You'll die at 12 am if you dont pass this on in 12 mins." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth lah eh. I dont care if I die at 12am, I still refuse to pass on your bloody chain letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do this when Im excited sorry. Idk what I'm excited about exactly but yessss I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mum's nagging me to go sleep. Ah bugger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : Cousin's wedding tomorrow. Hurraah, weddings' nasi briyani always taste nicer to me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7790550105361492875-4173273485492134134?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4173273485492134134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4173273485492134134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4173273485492134134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4173273485492134134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SYw6zXRQ2II/AAAAAAAAAPc/1Ozm9esqAzU/s72-c/z162834335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4696474158258720015</id><published>2009-02-03T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:50:57.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook.</title><content type='html'>I have got strange people adding me on Facebook. One such example is this one Indian guy from Sweden who keeps adding me even after I've clicked 'Ignore' on him. Like 12 times! No kidding. He looks 30 plus btw. And not um, very attractive either. Heh? And all the cheekopeks in cyberspace these days. *shudders. I was contemplating whether to put up that photo of the Swedish dude but I changed my mind. Idt you wanna see his face everytime you read my blog. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I didnt mention this before. I was like otw to the interchange and this Indian man stopped me halfway and we had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, can we be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er. I'm busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just come follow me and we can talk for awhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pleaseee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol k I dont even know what that guy was trying to do lah. But eh, he sounded like a bloody pervert lah okay. He looks like those typical uncles you see at the coffee shop though. Anyway, what the hell lah. Do I look like I'm dumb enough to follow you go back to wherever you wanna bring me? Sheesh I'm not five. I am thoroughly insulted. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay, I changed my mind again. I have decided to put that up Swedish dude's photo. Huzzah. (I hope he doesnt read my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v229/1207/59/s1342898088_1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suit seh. Formal right! Hahhaa. Thats his primary photo, uh huh. :l &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel mean for putting up his photo but what he doesnt know wont hurt him right? Uh heh. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol k bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4696474158258720015?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4696474158258720015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4696474158258720015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4696474158258720015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4696474158258720015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook.html' title='facebook.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4180338665754216853</id><published>2009-01-30T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:07:32.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigfoot.</title><content type='html'>hi today is that kind of day when its just the plain usual dull and nothing much happened yet you still feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir day. i dont like. i have my reasons. while other sections were singing, i nearly drooled myself to sleep lah please. bought m&amp;amp;m's to munch on in between singing but being the kind soul that i am , oh haha, i offered some to choirmates and they ended up eating more than half of my food supply. ): lol k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition after that. met danny for abit before going to class. my very first tuition class in 2, 3 years was okay? 4 people in the class. teacher, me, 2 sec 4 girls. what are they doing there in the first place? revision. walao, then me? i felt bloody dumb(er) next to them la. reached home. slept. smsed. computer. no one interesting i felt like talking to was online. danny was like half dead already cause ncc exhausted him. so i let him sleep. and now im lonelyyyy. hahaha k shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohohohoh and something really exciting happened but im not gonna tell you cause being the annoying bitch that i am, i like to keep people in suspense ahahhehe. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SYMi_ASCAlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hEUUO7nEVu8/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img0860.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297116052520567378" style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SYMi_ASCAlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hEUUO7nEVu8/s320/MsgPlus_Img0860.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i know you people dont give a hoot in the first place but eh, i say what i want in my blog okay. haha. k spoilt bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, this post was so tak needed la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i need to buy bigger shoes. my feet hurt. ): aaah being the fucking Bigfoot that i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4180338665754216853?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4180338665754216853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4180338665754216853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4180338665754216853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4180338665754216853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/bigfoot.html' title='Bigfoot.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SYMi_ASCAlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hEUUO7nEVu8/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img0860.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6675778705125626623</id><published>2009-01-26T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:39:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coooooooool I can see the partial solar eclipse right nowww ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look at the sun through shades or something, you can see a kind of crescent-shaped sun. But only for now ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6675778705125626623?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6675778705125626623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6675778705125626623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6675778705125626623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6675778705125626623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/coooooooool-i-can-see-partial-solar.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4248592480792178575</id><published>2009-01-24T16:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:28:18.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resilience Camp '09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x83kgd"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x83kgd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Higher Group Video&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS PAHANG CAMP SO BLOODY MUCH PLEASE. )':&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna go back D: And bring Danny with me too so I won't miss him so much and so that he can know how fun it is there and we can have fun there together. Hoho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously man, I dont even know where to begin. I had so much fun and I've made a couple of good friends. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was like supposed to teach us the meaning of resilience and help us conquer our fears and stuffs, and I'm proud to say I'm no longer scared of the dark? Ha ha. And now I can say I can abseil and rock climb pretty well. Hah yeah, er right. Abseil, not so much. I got several cuts from that and I even got myself upside down. Wth eh, only one other person from Higher 1 did and both of us are like bloody paiseh already, haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I just give a brief overview of the activities that my Higher group did, although words can't simply describe how much fun I had? That sounds super cheesy but wtheck lah okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, we abseiled, rock climbed, waterfall-ed, jeep-ed, trekked, caved, slept in a huge cave and yeah. SPOT DROP! Kind of a nightwalk in the jungle? Not that scary, but still chilling, since I heard that they didnt let us bring torchlights cause if we shone them up into the sky, we might see ghosts or smthg and our heads will stay in that position? Creepehhhh. It sounds more fun when youre actually doing it. I, who have never rock climbed in my entire life, rock climbed an actual real rock wall of a mountain. I find it so awesomely cool okay. I seriously felt like giving up at one point cause my upper body strength is like, zilch? But I managed to pull through and yeaaaay, completed everything. :D And when it was Lights Out in the cave, I switched on my torchlight and all the bugs came flying to me? Which was super gross but still memorable in a weird way? :D And riding the jeep with Adit, Danial, Munirah, Fiqah and Jiha was damn fun and I think my group was like the most kecoh cause we were seriously all over the place with Fiqah's hilarious expressions, getting Danial's butt on my face and me clinging onto Adit for dear life and our faces getting slapped by the branches in the jungle? Waa funlah. There's more to talk about but it'll be too long la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yeah, HIGHER ONE, ALL THE WAY EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fun times, fun times. I miss sleeping in the cave along with Fiqah, Jiha and Munirah. You guys are hilarious, man. Thanks Fiqah, for being such a mother to us for the whole of the five days. Lol heh. 'Cause you were so caring and helped fold the sleeping bags and everything. :D And being just a good bitching friend when we bitched about a couple of stuffs on the bus and train. Haha! Love you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the trainers and guides. Even though they were freaking flirtatious, I kind of miss their teasing already. Fiqah and I regretted not saying proper goodbyes to you at the train station. I wanna be a student helper to experience the whole thing again, AND to see you guys again, heheh. Syahir/Syair, Wan, Red-and-White-cap guy, th guy who followed us all the way from the start of the journey, I miss you already ah boooooo. D: Although you are married and I am already attached myself, can I just say that you are so hot? Haha! That was for Cap guy btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the last day, I took a photo with Wan. That was sorta weird and I dont even have the photo cause he took it with his camera. He said, "Gimme your email, then I can send it to you" in Malay and then he made that 'Heheh' face. I didnt ah, he's creepy but still funny. Hahah. Atleast hes got something to remember me by, eh? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Higher One, the whole Higher group, the whole camp actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget these five days. I would really love to attend another camp like this one. I learnt alot, and I have become Higher than ever before. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fasterhigherstronger09.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.fasterhigherstronger09.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for photos and info on what happened during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the photos here myself soon. I'm too tired to do so now. I've got my makcik's chalet to go to later on. Anyhoos, no matter how tiring it was, I found it really meaningful and fun and exciting and so bloody awesome and unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;190109 - 230109&lt;/strong&gt; , I'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is the video for the journey otw there. Should have put it above my post but wtheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x83imh"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x83imh" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photos tomorrow, maybe! :D All from the website itself, anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ta.&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/7790550105361492875-4248592480792178575?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4248592480792178575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4248592480792178575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4248592480792178575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4248592480792178575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/resilience-camp-09.html' title='Resilience Camp &apos;09.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-2245922287131720746</id><published>2009-01-17T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:15:17.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SXHZQxHTDdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EKK2h9MZO1w/s1600-h/z97357416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292249919222123986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SXHZQxHTDdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EKK2h9MZO1w/s320/z97357416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; met Dee just now. the two of us were like very emo ah just now. haha! why, cause im leaving. i am flattered that someone will actually miss me. and that sounded real pathetic i know. hah k. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was promised a surprise from him when i get back from camp. more things to look forward to oh yay. {: i feel like scribbling tiny red hearts all over my notebook already. haaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone said i should get bangs. i have a fat and round face hello. how the hell would i be able to pull off bangs? and my hair will be too curly on top. D: my hair curls damn fast. the curls are like damn stubborn , they cant stay down for longer than 2 months. whats the point of rebonding, tell me! sucker. &lt;p align="left"&gt;okay what really sucks is that i really have nothing to post about , hurray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;why do i get the impression that my blog is kind of dead even though im religiously updating, still?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-2245922287131720746?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/2245922287131720746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=2245922287131720746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2245922287131720746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/2245922287131720746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sunshine.html' title='my sunshine.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SXHZQxHTDdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EKK2h9MZO1w/s72-c/z97357416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6247773442275851205</id><published>2009-01-16T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:47:58.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna grow old with you .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SXBzpcCFcgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B1AYBt4PVoA/s1600-h/yayyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291856717897101826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SXBzpcCFcgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B1AYBt4PVoA/s320/yayyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay second update im bored sorreh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just something random .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like looking at old couples . like those really really old couples . like the grandparents sort . i find it so darn sweet seeing them hold hands in parks and stuffs and all the really sweet and cheesy things they do cause its nice to know love can last so long .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder if we'll turn out like that lol . all wrinkly and stuff . so cute ! hahaha . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh okay dah . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6247773442275851205?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6247773442275851205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6247773442275851205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6247773442275851205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6247773442275851205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-grow-old-with-you.html' title='i wanna grow old with you .'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SXBzpcCFcgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B1AYBt4PVoA/s72-c/yayyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4160598249800621808</id><published>2009-01-16T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:34:28.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does it offend you , yeah ?</title><content type='html'>3 more days. idk why im so excited. the rest of you dont seem as excited as me. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents found out about him. see, thats what happens when you call my house too often and hang up everytime my dad picks up. kinda obvious eh. and they saved your number summore! and they saved his name under Dol, which i find pretty adorable, lol.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum read the first letter you gave to me. omg she was like snooping around and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aper ni. nk kahwin2 sumer. yada3." haha! yah he mentioned something like that in the letter. aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway was sick. &lt;em&gt;was, &lt;/em&gt;cause i feel better now. coincidentally shikin was also sick. get well soon k! better get well before the camp. :l anw i was like feeling nauseous from like midnight till morning. in the end, i didnt go to sch the next morning. idk whats up with me man. ive been this way since a few months back. my mum asked me if i did anything with a boy behind her back. wth lol. just because i was barfing and stuff and she starts saying that. gosh. went to meet B first , he gave me the second letter and yeah, said our goodbyes. D: in a good way of course. then went to the doctor's , waited bloody long. bumped into my makcik there and yada3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is like super anxious la. she packed my bag for me. we argued alot about the haversac and shampoo and whatever other unimportant stuff. -.- but thanks mak, for helping. i love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i'll be leaving you for 5 days. be positive k, there's like no need to see my sickening face for 5 days. knknkn. aha. afiqah will have to see it day and night though. haha! k lah, seriously, i'll miss you truckloads. since we meet like every single day, whether its before or after school, we dont fail to meet at least once every weekday. i dont think anyone else meet as much as we do lol. so yehhhh, i'll miss you babeee. thanks for the two letters, i especially like the second one. with the really cute drawing at the front which is totally unrelated to whatever you wrote in the letter? lol. still cute anyways. and i wont macam2. you better not, either. hahah k lah. dahdah. i love you. i miss you already. sigh. ): bye, love. &lt;3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4160598249800621808?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4160598249800621808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4160598249800621808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4160598249800621808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4160598249800621808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/camp.html' title='does it offend you , yeah ?'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5764970196326404561</id><published>2009-01-14T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:49:25.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SW37CgWiTtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vLC8kFg_wrc/s1600-h/ferriswheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291161157692968658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SW37CgWiTtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vLC8kFg_wrc/s320/ferriswheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i kind of miss the holidays and i wanna go to an amusement park badly right now. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PE today was excruciating. made worse by the fact that i was feeling super lethargic at that point of time. and it was 9 in the morning, gosh. you know that exercise where you lean against the wall and pretend youre sitting on something? i tried it loads of times before but it didnt hurt as much as just now. prolly because i gave up before 2 minutes. and the guys watching us did not help. walao can die. and english after that. omg i used to love english. its getting boring lah please. ): right after pe summore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and ive got shitloads of homework omg. its nearing 11 now and i havent like completed any. so much SS homework lah wth. i do not see the point of decorating the file. try and make it look nicer, she says. whats the point , really. im gonna make it look like shit in the end anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;andand i have to do the bloody poster. and my chem homework which i was spose to hand in just now. and my malay workbook. just some peribahasa questions but i havent learnt those peribahasa before and idk where the hell my peribahasa list is, right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i might have been pretty moody just now. im sorry. i still think i wasted your time, no, our time. and remember hun, im here for you. with you. either way, im still hanging around aye? (: ily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway. enough mushtalk. camp next monday. wuu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll miss someone very much though. ive got his cap to bring along, so can sniff it and remember his scent. HAHA. i sound like a bloody pervert. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;k bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5764970196326404561?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5764970196326404561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5764970196326404561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5764970196326404561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5764970196326404561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-thunder.html' title='my thunder.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SW37CgWiTtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vLC8kFg_wrc/s72-c/ferriswheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3579890482330577285</id><published>2009-01-11T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:13:42.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oxymoron.</title><content type='html'>Oh yay mum signed me up for tuition. at Mavis. gosh. the last time i was there, i binged on macs during break and the lesson itself. due to the vehhhh short distance between macs and my tuition centre. which led to my lack of attention in class. and a B for science during psle. that sucked cause nearly everybody else got As. no im not blaming Mavis for my grades. i just dont like the fact that macs is like next door. i was fucking fat in p5/p6 thanks to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and faiqah doesnt take lessons there anymore. ): so i'll be lonely. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand im beginning do dislike school, again. at the same time, i like it. shucks. nothing's motivating me much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's like against &lt;em&gt;us &lt;/em&gt;. whywhywhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: JONNY! things are like kinda awkward btwn us ever since, ahem. hahahah. so quit being awkward. i know im not. hrmph. see ya tmrw. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-3579890482330577285?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3579890482330577285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3579890482330577285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3579890482330577285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3579890482330577285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/oxymoron.html' title='oxymoron.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-5684192271595252798</id><published>2009-01-10T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:20:21.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nil.</title><content type='html'>waa im too fucking lazy to update, please. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been this way ever since school started. eh im not even spose to use the computer. my parents went out for some jemputan and thats the only reason why im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry aqilah. if my lack of updating bores you, but i really have nothing to update about. maybe i do, but i just dowana post it HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger bores me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be posting soon. idk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-5684192271595252798?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/5684192271595252798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=5684192271595252798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5684192271595252798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/5684192271595252798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/nil.html' title='nil.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3852352313107588011</id><published>2009-01-06T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:41:43.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daniel humphrey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SWNe2sNs1UI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h1h3zwjtTI0/s1600-h/CHEWBACCABOBBLEHEAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174681137665346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SWNe2sNs1UI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h1h3zwjtTI0/s320/CHEWBACCABOBBLEHEAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think he quite hot leh. Why dont you all think so? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i haven't been able to use the computer much these days. hardly in the mood anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and school has been pretty fun actually. and there's been ALOT of change around here. and im not telling. not here anyway. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazy ah. shall not post any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant wait for Pahang camp though! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-3852352313107588011?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3852352313107588011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3852352313107588011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3852352313107588011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3852352313107588011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-still-think-he-quite-hot-leh.html' title='daniel humphrey.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SWNe2sNs1UI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h1h3zwjtTI0/s72-c/CHEWBACCABOBBLEHEAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7798329328612739933</id><published>2009-01-03T14:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:11:03.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school bullshit.</title><content type='html'>Well, got through first day of school unscathed. Ah, minus the bloody irritating right eye. Kind of literally. (!) AND choir practice which lasted nearly 5 hours. Sobsob. I was yawning throughout the whole practice omg and I was even lying down on the bench , sleeping like nobody's business while the instructor was talking lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even want to go lah walao. But I decided that was the right thing to do HAHAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Faiqah! I'm so sorry I couldnt make it to your birthday party yesterday. CHOIR LAHHHHH. Almk. I cant risk teachers calling my mum anymore. Soso sorry. D:&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a blast of a birthday with the rest eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay anyway. I didnt even go Sec One Orientation today. Sick leh. Hahaha! Okay seriously, I'm sick. And I know its bad to say this, but I'm happy I'm sick. So I dont have to go. Walaowei. Then I go prac yesterday for what sia. Okay just for the attendance, maybe. Heh. I dont care about sec 1s lah, lol. I hope nice people join choir though. Lol and here I am not performing for them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so main purpose of the post was, First Day of School and I keep getting sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otw to tamp int and I saw like 6 guys carrying the same checkered bags as me. @#?!@#&lt;br /&gt;Wtf ah eh. No girl carrying it summore. I think I'm gonna start carrying another bag. Lol I know I shouldnt care but its kinda weird lah. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ten-ed all the way to TMS yadayadayada. Then saw some guys who didnt wear long pants in 2008 but wore it this year. All I can say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. You guys and long pants dont go together, seriously. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I like my form teacher, lol. He's funny. I cant even rmbr his name though. o.O Mr Toh/Tan? K could be neither heh. He was asking us to intro ourselves and afterwards, he took a picture of each of us. Wth, my face damn fugly, confirmed alrdy. I could hear sniggering from some people! Hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway usual first day of school bullshit. Principal talk and DM talk. OMG my butt was like fucking painful because of poor blood circulation and whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make us sit for like so bloody long, thats what you get. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then went for choir. Malas ah nk include details and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Haha. First day of school and I'm already feeling miserable. Quite ah. Oh boo.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt see Syahril. Eh boy, forget me treating you ah? Lol. Kau yang rugi. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to * :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry. I knew things would somehow turn out this way. I knew both of us would end up feeling all upset in the end. Thats why I told you to stop, not really because I wanted you to, but because it would be better for the two of us. I still want you as a friend. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7798329328612739933?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7798329328612739933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7798329328612739933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7798329328612739933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7798329328612739933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-bullshit.html' title='first day of school bullshit.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-1266646522214262725</id><published>2009-01-01T01:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:01:05.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugger.</title><content type='html'>ZOMG ITS 1ST JANUARY. FAIQAH'S BIRTHDAY IS IN FREAKING 2 DAYS AND SHE CONVENIENTLY REMINDED ME AT 12 AM. THAT GIRL AH. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woohoo 2nd post in a night. im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the marina bay countdown thingy on teevee and what the hell man, they cant sing. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not counting the actual singers, like Ash from By Definition (hotness!) , Rivermaya and Taufik Batisah. Whom I just found out is Danial's cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!#!!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. okay its not like im a bigbig fan of taufik in the first place but hes charming. (: hee.&lt;br /&gt;and i had fun, if not alot, atleast abit, just now. so my new year's eve was kinda okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to danial otp, and currently msn-ing with 9 people. whoa right. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gosh theres a freaking pervert in my msn contacts. wtf is he even doing there in the first place! lol fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make my 2009 a happy year, man. i cant stand any more sad years. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and k haha this apek just yelled from downstairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR, TAMPINES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-1266646522214262725?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/1266646522214262725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=1266646522214262725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1266646522214262725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/1266646522214262725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title='bugger.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7264545042870497014</id><published>2008-12-31T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:40:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVt2SltZjgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TFVvqzRooZM/s1600-h/1_317912581l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285948649381662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVt2SltZjgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TFVvqzRooZM/s320/1_317912581l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha fuckkk im deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished dancing in my underwear and boy, am i tired. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. imagine. new year's eve. music blasting out loud from the 11th storey. yep, thats MY celebration all right. please dont tell me how pathetic that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you people are getting fat celebrating out there, im here having one hell of a workout. HAHAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, i think i need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh okaaaaaay i suddenly remembered those typical "hello 2009, goodbye 2008" kind of posts that people always put. like what happened in 2008 and yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;every year is the same for me. T.T&lt;br /&gt;i think next year will be a teeny bit different though.&lt;br /&gt;and im lazy. see, i couldnt care less. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE 2008. HELLO 2009. woohoo go celebrate your asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna schedule this to post itself at 12 am but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be more fun than this. and yeah, much less pathetic. but i know its not your fault. next time eh? ): ah sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7264545042870497014?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7264545042870497014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7264545042870497014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7264545042870497014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7264545042870497014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo-2009.html' title='woohoo 2009.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVt2SltZjgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TFVvqzRooZM/s72-c/1_317912581l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4286869205109833587</id><published>2008-12-29T17:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:09:16.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotel 626.</title><content type='html'>i dont like posting twice in a day but i just wanted to say, hotel 626 is funnnnn. and fucking scary! but i love it. its the best flash game ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go to &lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;http://www.hotel626.com/&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm - 6am onlyy. but i was too bloody impatient i changed my computer clock's time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaaah, Doritos released this flash game thingy as an advert for Doritos? idk how thats gonna make people buy more Doritos and there is like really no link? uh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and too bad i dont have webcam and a microphone. i mean, you can still play it, but they'll help to make it more engaging.&lt;/p&gt;its really fun, too bad there are only 10 levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some screenshots. eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285145480005180914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVibz-n4XfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yiYrA7qWK5w/s320/hotel626-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the level where u have to try and snap photos of her. you have to get her in the middle of the page first before snapping. its quite hard i think? scary shit man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there are some other photos but im too chicken to put them all here. the one above is alrdy scary enough! D: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;k im scared bye. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4286869205109833587?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4286869205109833587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4286869205109833587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4286869205109833587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4286869205109833587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/hotel-626.html' title='hotel 626.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVibz-n4XfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yiYrA7qWK5w/s72-c/hotel626-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7772205801367146288</id><published>2008-12-29T14:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:26:34.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ben &amp; jerry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hayley%20paramore" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="hayley paramore Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k399/pang394/hayley_williams_paramore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;oh yay another blogskin. im just bored.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to listen to hayley's complaining about X and shes eating ben &amp;amp; jerry to keep her happy all day. and i dont get any! ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway. im calling her that from now. although she's re-dyed her hair and everything, i think it fits. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah bye lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, im craving for some ben &amp;amp; jerry's chocolate chip and cookie dough all because of hayley. and she wont give me any. annoying bitch haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k she just offered me some. lol k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7772205801367146288?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7772205801367146288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7772205801367146288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7772205801367146288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7772205801367146288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/ben-jerry.html' title='ben &amp; jerry.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-3005910923917823092</id><published>2008-12-28T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:50:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn.</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha my sister looks like hayley paramore nowwwwww. it wont take you much brains to figure out why. and sister, i know youre reading this, but wtheck. i think its pretty cool. kinda minah? but pretty cool? so yeah, dont get mad at me. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. friday. omg. is that it? friday? school. yeah fun. and we'll have two more days of holiday after that. hahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i think about it, i dont really miss school all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss getting scolded by Mdm Lina for the fringe which covers half of my face. haaa. btw, im gonna clip it up like a good girl next year. yay.&lt;div&gt;i dont miss those discipline thingies they hold during assemblies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when they randomly call out register numbers from any random class. oh god that was baaad. my nerves were like, whoaa. anyway. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i shld stop being so bloody negative and start focusing on the positive instead, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do miss my friends. we didnt meet up much during the holidays did we? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahwell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was gonna like post way more here but it'd seem a tad too long-winded and my sister is bugging me to switch off the comp. wth, i just started using it like 15 mins ago. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i hope my new year's eve this year will be a very special and memorable one. *winks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7790550105361492875-3005910923917823092?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/3005910923917823092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=3005910923917823092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3005910923917823092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/3005910923917823092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/darn.html' title='darn.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-7702143197642597956</id><published>2008-12-25T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:46:27.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVNIDGKnD-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/EYXuIy1NwzY/s1600-h/toddler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283646005867646946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVNIDGKnD-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/EYXuIy1NwzY/s320/toddler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just think that kid above is really adorable. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i guess i still have my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not for long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. dont sms, still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and went orchard with my sister yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i was actually planning on doing the christmas countdown (lol?) but my parents wanted us back home, quick. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, we watched Bedtime Stories and it was okay i guess. omg so many kids were there. but it felt kind of like a big family cause we were all there watching that family movie. (..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went to macs after that. planning to analyse everyone who walked past us but somehow, we ended up talking about problems and stuff. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. mum's calling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gtg. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and merry christmas kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND happy birthday to shikin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive already wished you twice so i dont think i should do anymore lest you get annoyed, somehow? lol. enjoy your bday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-7702143197642597956?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/7702143197642597956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=7702143197642597956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7702143197642597956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/7702143197642597956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVNIDGKnD-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/EYXuIy1NwzY/s72-c/toddler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6290286179301718365</id><published>2008-12-24T08:02:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:57:12.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beaches and rainy days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVHPnktnoAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xNxxWvJ_Cjc/s1600-h/yelloww-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283232116659167234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVHPnktnoAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xNxxWvJ_Cjc/s320/yelloww-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg its 7 plus am now and this is like th earliest ive woken up since school ended! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im exhausted. and very sick too. ): i think it was because i got caught in the rain yesterday? it wasnt even that much! still, i went jogging with my sister yesterday. must keep fit mah. HAHA. jogged at 12 midnight at sunplaza park, where matreps made that annoying mat sound mats always make at us and asked us to join them. let them take a whiff of us. see if they still wanna wolf whistle. as quoted by my sister lol. kind of agree. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaay so i went out with fiq ytd also. idk if you guys are like sick of reading posts with at least a few fiq(s) in there but hey, we really need to catch up on some stuffs. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yay beaches and rainy days. yes, in other words, it rained. but only when we were at parkway, it was weird. it suddenly started raining crazy heavily then stopped shortly after. so we went parkway to find his bag. omg fiq wants dickies! the mat bag! hahaha. yeah k shutup i know i have one too which i STILL have not seen any other girl carry. -.- checkered lagi! pfft. im nt sure which one he wants, but he said smthg with big stars on it. that bag practically screams at you to look at it. (and the owner) ahwell i guess that goes for checkered bags too but k anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we couldnt find it at 77th street, there were ugly bags there and he was like, "k whatever" so i guess he wasnt too upset about not finding it. haaa. so we went to the east coast park, and youknow its always insanely humid after it rains? uhuh. aaand it was really hot plus a slight drizzle. idk how the rain was supposed to make me feel better. it made me really sticky. :/ how unsightly. k so it was really hard to find a seat. like alot of mats chose to take up like half of east coast park so we had to go walk awhile before we found a nice sheltered place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he taught me how to play guitar and stuffs. i rly wonder how he could be so patient with me. im a real idiot on guitar and my pinky couldnt even reach one of the strings. my fingers arent flexible shutup. D: so he couldnt do anything much, taught me where to put my fingers and all but like i said, didnt make a difference since my fingers couldnt go anywhere he asked them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he serenaded me instead. hhaha. and he forced me to sing 'memang khilafku' to him. i think thats like the 24th time he asked? and i &lt;s&gt;croaked&lt;/s&gt; sang like one line, which made him pretty pleased so i guess it was okay? haha. buat malu je. oh and he played Angels or Devils - Dishwalla. yay my favourite song. and Unintended - Muse. and other songs heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mats dominated our area so we had to go find another place cause fiq felt, shy. hahaa. so we went and sat somewhere near the sand and then smthg sweet happened and then we went to play in the water and i got my underwear all wet. D: lol? his sister and her boyfriend were there too. that boy ah, never even tell me it was his sister. turns out, they were the only reason he could go out that day with me. so thanks? haha. but they pretty much followed us for like 2/3 of the whole thing so it was abit weird? yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blah3, our feet were like sandy and itchy so we walked barefooted all the way back to parkway. wait, i think we wore our shoes at some point but it sounded more interesting that way. o_o so we went to eat at macs then 31-ed all the way to tamp. i suggested a longer bus route, so that i could sleep on the bus and so i could cuddle with him. go poke your eyes out after reading that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bus ride WAS loong, it was nicee. :D i think i use the word 'nice' to describe practically everything so i'll say it was awesome, okay? adelah smthg smthg. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we said our goodbyes at the traffic light near tm and i went to meet my sister then watched Yes Man which was pretty funny. i find jim carrey annoying sometimes? but i thought the movie was funny la so its okay. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i smsed fiq after that but he fell asleep at one point. poor boy. must have been so tired. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have the photos yet, they're with fiq. i didnt actually take any with him. shy ah HAHA. -.-" i didnt bring my camera. why not with my phone, you ask? cause its bloody 2 megapixels and you cant see a shit if i took a photo with that thing so yeah. but im still thankful ive got a phone. wait, its gonna get confiscated like TODAY i think so i wont be thankful anymore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&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/7790550105361492875-6290286179301718365?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6290286179301718365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6290286179301718365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6290286179301718365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6290286179301718365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/beaches-and-rainy-days.html' title='beaches and rainy days.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SVHPnktnoAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xNxxWvJ_Cjc/s72-c/yelloww-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-8855775205687176948</id><published>2008-12-21T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:05:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in doubt, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282226366482414338" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SU485NVi-wI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PLRD8sD2S3s/s320/loved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yah, be happy that I'm dedicating this whole post to you, Fiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bet you werent exactly expecting it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. You know that loooong phone chat we had yesterday night? All the way till 4? And we talked about the breakup. And why it happened. I asked questions. You answered them. There werent exactly alot you could ask, anyway. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I understand. I forgive you for every single mistake you had made before, and I do hope you forgive me for mine. By the way, I never really got around to deleting your pictures in my PC. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this dating thing might just work out. *winkwink. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeaah, thats basically it actually. Not much to say, cause I've already said everything to you yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really sucks that both of us cant really use our phones to sms and your internet connection is so screwed up. Nehmind. Phone calls are good enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're annoying cause you keep bugging me to sing 'Memang Khilafku' to you. I dont sing babe, I croak. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh okay I guess thats enough right? Heh. G'bye. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-8855775205687176948?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/8855775205687176948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=8855775205687176948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8855775205687176948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/8855775205687176948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-in-doubt-love.html' title='When in doubt, love.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNaslqC35EI/SU485NVi-wI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PLRD8sD2S3s/s72-c/loved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-6026673803391831808</id><published>2008-12-20T14:33:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:02:43.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holga. ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v311/nadrocks/Holga/HolgaScultureSquareFlea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v311/nadrocks/Holga/HolgaScultureSquareFlea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(AAAAAH I CANT MAKE IT! Sobsob.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GrannySnaps&lt;/span&gt; recently emailed me back to tell me that there's another Holga spree at Sculpture Square, Bugis TODAY. I just found the email today, when it was sent 2 freaking days ago. Noo. I havent got enough money to buy it now. 95 bucks! That was already discounted at 10% summore, but still... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents will never lend me money to go buy that camera anyway. But I reallyreally want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the colour leaks and stuffs.. Maybe I can do without it. There's always Photoscape. Hrmm. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be a long time before they hold another spree like this one. Gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg. Dont tell me I've caught onto the latest trend. TWILIGHT. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolah I haven't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the movie part anyway. Like going crazy over Robert Pattinson. (ew?) Idk why I'm so sad about it since I really enjoyed reading the book. Ahyesssss. I bought New Moon! My sister was rolling her eyes when I told her what I did. She thinks I'm just jumping on the bandwagon like manymany others after watching the movie. I'm not ah. I've been wanting to read the books since foreverr. And she recently watched the movie and was really disappointed. Ah expected. It's sorta a teen flick what. And there were some really corny lines in the movie, like when Bella said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're beautiful.." (pause) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! According to my sister anyways. I kind of agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. It was really impulsive. But no regrets. It's interesting. Aaand, I didn't buy it with my own money. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll reply the tags here cause imma lazy pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia : But until that day comes, I'm comforted by the thought that she still doesnt know. Trying to put it off as long as possible, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passerby : Hello passerby! :D Who are you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Umairah! : AGREED! Dunno whats the big hubbub with Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikin! : Eheheheh. You being sarcastic ah? Heh. :B Uhm, maybemaybe. Who knows. {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah! : Hmm weird. Maybe because no one there likes Twilight. Haha. How dare they! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klarissa! : Meanie! Hahah. But agreed, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz : And who the heck are you, mister. Hello anyway. I think youre cute too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah doneee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Met Fiq for a short while yesterday to give him back his PSP. I've been very sad and lonely ever since I did that. Hahhh. Life has been so mundane lately. I'm gonna demand to get back that PSP soon enough. Heheh. No Syafiq I'm joking. No need to roll your eyes at me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: I wanna meet up with you sooooon, mister. I dont like shortshort meetings like ytd's one. No time to bond. Haha! K whateverrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-6026673803391831808?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/6026673803391831808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=6026673803391831808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6026673803391831808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/6026673803391831808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title='Holga. ):'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790550105361492875.post-4101206083019133256</id><published>2008-12-17T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:25:10.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been like what, four five days since I last posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to post about, not really. Something random though, I still remember those diaries I kept when I was in primary school. Can you imagine, from p1, all the way to p6? Cute or what. -.- If not for this blog, I'd still be writing in tattered old notebooks. Yuck. But all the entries are reallyreally, omg. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the time I had my first crush, the time I first fought with my bestfriend, the time I cried non-stop for a week, and yadayadayada. Entertaining sia. You wanna read? I wont care lo, just show it to you lol. It's the past what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm too lazy to post too much. I need to rest for awhile. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790550105361492875-4101206083019133256?l=asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/feeds/4101206083019133256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790550105361492875&amp;postID=4101206083019133256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4101206083019133256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790550105361492875/posts/default/4101206083019133256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asphyxia-tion.blogspot.com/2008/12/diary.html' title='Diary.'/><author><name>Syahirah.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkjzCoEZu9U/TzURj7ot2zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BJ8YRx-HZX8/s220/photo1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
