<?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-18691168</id><updated>2011-11-16T01:33:43.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delinquentkitty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116280942060014495</id><published>2006-11-06T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:37:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. moving soon! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not another blogspot i promise. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogspots are corrupted alrd la please.&lt;br /&gt;so just bear with me and lookout for my new place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long bitches and peaches! (u decide. (: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116280942060014495?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116280942060014495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116280942060014495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116280942060014495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116280942060014495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116250896695147652</id><published>2006-11-03T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:09:26.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i will stop myself from these tagfights.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that its such a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, protecting your friend is one, but then why bother talking to a bunch of kids who cant get the right facts into their heads right?&lt;br /&gt;and a bunch of kids who cant get their comprehension basics right. how to pass literature like that? huhu.&lt;br /&gt;so, the only way to protect your friend is to meet those bunch of kids face to face.&lt;br /&gt;after all, what can tag-haters do to you right?&lt;br /&gt;they're just cowards there to criticise you but afraid to say it to your face.&lt;br /&gt;so, like i said, its a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;jannahkins, dont bother anymore kay?&lt;br /&gt;they're just naive, narrow-minded kids okayyy?&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive had enough of my friends being hurt because of these bunch of kids.&lt;br /&gt;and the more i try to make peace, the worser it gets.&lt;br /&gt;and then it finally gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;they're just there to find fault with our lives, finding fault with our happiness.&lt;br /&gt;so friends, we shall not fall okay? well help each other up and stick through this together.&lt;br /&gt;dont let them bother you. dont let them threaten your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;let's be like old times when nothing like this happenned.&lt;br /&gt;remember sec 1? hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okat time check its 7! and im hungry. better cook something for myself for breakfast before i start sneezing in class. and yes, better go before i'll be late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of classes, its chemistry and amaths today. amaths? aiyayayaiiiiii. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just get farfaraway from me. i dont want your disease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116250896695147652?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116250896695147652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116250896695147652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116250896695147652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116250896695147652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-will-stop-myself-from-these.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116237318729423895</id><published>2006-11-01T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:39:30.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEFORE YOU PLAY THIS SONG, PLEASE PRESS STOP AT THE STANDARD BUTTON SECTION TO STOP THIS MANEATER SONG. TQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im getting sick of this maneater song anyway lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 202px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvZit-dM2sE" width="398" height="202" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;now let's forget about singing it with correct pronounciations cause the lyrics are rather confusing to pronounce properly. instead, let's know the real meaning behind this song in english. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool. I was a fool.&lt;br /&gt;My regrets were too late too.&lt;br /&gt;I know that it can't be turned back.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't see you too.&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to say then, instead I was just being rotten.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here now pleading for forgiveness with worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Because of my pride I'm ruining myself with alcohol and the bitter taste of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I cry my eyes out all day because I still love you&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we both are like fools.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like that, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Think about what it took us to get here&lt;br /&gt;Think about it again, you're going to regret it.&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong, I'm really sorry&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to say then, instead I was just being rotten.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here now pleading for forgiveness with worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Because of my pride I'm ruining myself with alcohol and the bitter taste of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I cry my eyes out all day because I still love you&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we both are like fools.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live a moment without you.&lt;br /&gt;I still cry even no matter how I drink or if I cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Because of my pride I'm ruining myself with alcohol and the bitter taste of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I cry my eyes out all day because I still love you&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we both are like fools.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ruin yourself anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song can make me cry when i think about the meanings, tho it has nothing to do with me la for now lol. but its so nice cannnnN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was okay i guess. came to class an hour late, and before i stepped into class, i thought i was entering the wrong class. cause they were all saying these alphabet thing coherently and i was wondering why the zebra are they doing tt in chemistry class huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and mr cheong didnt scream at me for being late. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either he's in a good mood, or its because i improved alot in his subject. you choose. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, this was what they were actually reciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="618" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/reactivityseries.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i have no idea who came out wit tt "please stop calling me zebra..." sentence. lol. and no im not planning to memorise tt tho mr cheong asked us too. well, at least not yet. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i went to dbs-bank and boy was i excited when tt cow banked in all her money. so cool la! haha. kay, i was being overly-excited. but it was my first time to see all tt kay! coolcoolcool. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt me n pisang went to the lib, after which i left cause i was getting sleepy when flipping through the seventeen mags and with the cold air-con, it was all i need to sleep la. so i left before i doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hummed the song above all the way on my busride home while resting my right arm on the window pane and watching the puddles of rain. oh and guess who i saw while walking home? islydiawati- or however you spell her name. she was the once upon a time friend of mine from cchss at sembawang. haha. ok fine. still is a friend, but we dint get to know each other tt well. she should be in sec 2 now. and she remembered my name! thank god for tt if not i wouldnt have known it was here. i was too busy in my own world lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she's still looking as hot as ever yes. but such a pity she dated so much guys back then. and i still think she does. switching her other half like clothes. ok da shh! hoho. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pisang, dont cry okay? im sorry i wasnt there beside you when you were crying. if i had a teleporting machine, i would i swear. (: anws, cheer up hunneh. i love you alot alot! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116237318729423895?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116237318729423895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116237318729423895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116237318729423895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116237318729423895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-you-play-this-song-please-press.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116195514672450118</id><published>2006-10-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:35:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bold the statements that are true to you.Italise the statements that you WISH are true.Leave the Fibs alone.Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt; (MCC la. scary sia.)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hidden talent. &lt;/strong&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends. &lt;/strong&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/strong&gt; (?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt; =I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt; (guess whose?shez.)&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;br /&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/strong&gt; (?)&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I 'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i would like to apologise for the long awaiting posts.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i think i should make my personal blog. :p&lt;br /&gt;there are a million and one things tt i cant say in a public blog.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im in acting everything la. like so fake like zebra can?(influenced by tt alien)&lt;br /&gt;the person who reads the posts may enjoy reading them but the writer writes things tt sometimes does not really reflect on how they truly feel.&lt;br /&gt;but then, we'll just wait and see. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know they say tt friends should always be honest to each other?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i think there is a limit to that.&lt;br /&gt;basically, all im implying is to actually watch what you say, and think on whether it might hurt your friend or not.&lt;br /&gt;its not tt im asking you to lie either.&lt;br /&gt;if ure blind enough, youll just go shoot harsh words to your friend, and not even realising tt your friend has been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;if ure not blind, then you would just watch your comments and at least apologise.&lt;br /&gt;its basic instincts la.&lt;br /&gt;so go and reflect okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;shez. being a friend is such a big responsibility eh? huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116195514672450118?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116195514672450118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116195514672450118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116195514672450118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116195514672450118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/bold-statements-that-are-true-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116160484632512560</id><published>2006-10-23T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:04:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mama please stop cryin, I cant stand the sound&lt;br /&gt;Your pain is painful and its tearin me down&lt;br /&gt;I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told dad you didnt mean those nasty things you said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fight about money, bout me and my brother&lt;br /&gt;And this I come home to, this is my shelter&lt;br /&gt;It aint easy growin up in World War III&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin what love could be, youll see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want love to destroy me like it has done my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be a family?&lt;br /&gt;I promise Ill be better, Mommy Ill do anything&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be a family?&lt;br /&gt;I promise Ill be better, Daddy please dont leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna go back to that place,&lt;br /&gt;but dont have no choice, no way&lt;br /&gt;It aint easy growin up in World War III&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin what love could be, well Ive seen&lt;br /&gt;I dont want love to destroy me like it did my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be a family?&lt;br /&gt;I promise Ill be better, Mommy Ill do anything&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be a family?&lt;br /&gt;I promise Ill be better, Daddy please dont leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our family portrait, we look pretty happy&lt;br /&gt;Lets play pretend, lets act like it comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy dont leave&lt;br /&gt;Turn around please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that the night you left?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you took my shining star&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy dont leave&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave us here alone&lt;br /&gt;Mom will be nicer Ill be so much better,&lt;br /&gt;Ill tell my brother&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wont spill the milk at dinner&lt;br /&gt;I will be so much better,&lt;br /&gt;I will do everything right&lt;br /&gt;I will be your little girl forever&lt;br /&gt;I will ll go to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rare tt people really know tt im having problems.&lt;br /&gt;cause rain or shine, i will always smile.&lt;br /&gt;bt if ure really my true friend, you would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im good at acting&lt;br /&gt;till everybody fell for it&lt;br /&gt;its okay, i understand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its breaking my heart everytime i think abt it.&lt;br /&gt;and im trying my best to think of happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;but when she cried, my heart just tore&lt;br /&gt;i just hope tt there is a blessing in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like telling people my problems.&lt;br /&gt;especially through blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i think its rather seeking for attention+pityness&lt;br /&gt;but when i really do, there is always a reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like crying infront of people.&lt;br /&gt;not if its controllable&lt;br /&gt;so i guess tts why no one really knew. (:&lt;br /&gt;when ure feeling all fuckened up, the best thing to do is sleep&lt;br /&gt;it helps me run away from everything tt ive been facing.&lt;br /&gt;and it works wonders. (:&lt;br /&gt;until, everything came back to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want things to be the way they were before.&lt;br /&gt;if only time can be rewinded. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;i believe tt time will heal everything.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; be strong.&lt;br /&gt;for her, and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aja aja fighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116160484632512560?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116160484632512560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116160484632512560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116160484632512560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116160484632512560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/mama-please-stop-cryin-i-cant-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116134231724058118</id><published>2006-10-20T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:19:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are only &lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt; things/ppl that can wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. aiman&lt;br /&gt;2. handphone alarms with vibrations&lt;br /&gt;3. MOSQUITOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the mosquitos are so irritating! they've been disturbing me for two consecutive days. actually, i think there's only one la. they come at least once every month into my bedroom. and when they come, it seems as if they're at banquet or smth. serious! they'll keep biting until i walk off/ kill them. and when i do kill them, i realised tt its the work of only one mosquito. and as days go by, they come again! the lamest thing is, only i get bitten in the household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear &lt;s&gt;irritating, barbaric, tidak bertimbang rasa&lt;/s&gt; mosquitos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my blood is just super bloody nice.&lt;br /&gt;i know that im the rarest of all kind.&lt;br /&gt;BUT PLEASE YOU DONT HAVE TO RUB IT IN!&lt;br /&gt;why cant you just choose another victim?&lt;br /&gt;wont i be more unlucky if ure an aedes mosquito?&lt;br /&gt;but then again you dont care right?&lt;br /&gt;you only care about yourself right?&lt;br /&gt;well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MAKE SURE I'LL GET THE MOSQUITO THING WHICH I FORGOT WHAT THEY CALL IT BUT ITS THOSE THINGS YOU USE BY JUST PLUGGING IT INTO A SWITCH AND ALL OF YOU WILL DIE!&lt;br /&gt;yeah ok. just thought you might wana know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not yours, khairani rupie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wednesday i slept in the hallroom after being bitten all over my legs and hands. so i brought all my pillows and comforter and whined all the way till i reached the sofa and watched tv till i dozed off. i dint sleep well tt night. at all, until i dozed off infront of the tv. THEN yesterday THAT THING DISTURBED ME AGAIN. and i dont know what happened to my slapping the mosquito dead talent. i couldnt kill it, so i spent an hour using the com to vent all my frustrations. then when my family woke up for sahur, i slept peacefully TILL 12pm ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept like a pig cause aiman n ma went out to the market. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no aiman, no handphones, no mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept peacefully (((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my performance is in 3 days and im so nervous! aiyayayayaiii. havent done malay dance performances in YEARS(ok dont make me sound so old) and im getting excited+nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suckiest part for me is the hair part la. surely they'll put those heavy metal / cucuk sanggul stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i tell you tt i miss going to cinemas? yeah i do. ;(&lt;br /&gt;ok da goodbye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116134231724058118?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116134231724058118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116134231724058118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116134231724058118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116134231724058118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-are-only-three-thingsppl-that.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116125561424868061</id><published>2006-10-19T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:00:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love aiman. really, i do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i was eating dinner late at night &amp; he woke up telling me tt he wanted to eat rice too, cause he was hungry. so i gave him a small, very small portion of rice cause i know that if he eats by himself, he'll eat very, very slowly. so once we were done eating, aiman still had this huge lump on his right cheek, filled with rice. he always does that lah. so i told him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aiman, if you dont finish up your rice, the cockroach will come to you at night and attack your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;aiman: NO! aiman will chop the cockroach, aiman will throw the cockroach!&lt;br /&gt;me: ah okay. u dont want tt to happen right? then eat up. here's some water.&lt;br /&gt;aiman: -drinksdrinks veryvery fast &amp; swallows his rice very fast- ok dah.&lt;br /&gt;me: ahhh. good boy! see the cockroaches wont come to you tonight -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;aiman: -grins widely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the whole conversation was in malay, cause i know if i'd speak to him in english, he'll reply me back in the same language but frankly whatever he says back doesnt make sense and i know he dint understand a single shit i talked about. hoho. anws, tt was the first time anyone managed to make him finish the rice tt he always stores in his right cheek! great achievement from a great sister. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just now ma asked me to buy some groceries from the mamak shop, and i asked him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aiman, you want to come?&lt;br /&gt;aiman: no. aiman will stay at home. kakak buy for me pocky kay? the pink colour one.&lt;br /&gt;me: heh? you sure you dont wana follow?&lt;br /&gt;aiman: no. aiman will stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and yes everything was spoken in malay too. and it turns out tt he actually wanted to pee, tt was why he dint wana come along. note: he ALWAYS wants to follow to the shop. if he doesnt wana follow, then something really fishy laaa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he worries me alot la. now he knows how to play the computer, from switching the on button to closing windows to playing his cds specially bought for him through power dvd. and he knows how to play the games on the com. it scares me alot, cause he's like only three years old? and he already knows how to access the com. he should be out there playing with the kids but here he is at home risking himself on gettin myopia. when i was his age, i was busy doing stupid stuffs little kids do. of course he did all tt too, except tt he can use the com. which scares me like mad. but well, time changes. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance practice was exhausting just now. i cannot imagine how those ppl who fasted must have felt. if i was tired, what about them? fainting eh? anws, everyone who attended today's final rehearsal did a veryveryvery good job. just remember to have fun and dont think this as a competition okay! to perform well, you really have to enjoyyyyy. to feeeeeeeeeeeeel. ok i bet everyone's bored now. and i want to bathe too so, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;special thanks to: tavin happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so sweet la. thanks alotalot for helping us just now. (:&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, he was so understanding till he even made sure that the doors and curtains were closed. i was touched, really, even as i was eating like some pig. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im glad my friend in the previous post looks much happier today. maybe we helped her get her mind off things. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116125561424868061?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116125561424868061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116125561424868061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116125561424868061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116125561424868061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-aiman.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116115560037994358</id><published>2006-10-18T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:13:20.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry but this post will be emotional. or maybe, for me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could have just been wiser and held her tight when &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; said those words to her.&lt;br /&gt;but instead i just stood there, silently, glancing at her direction a few times as i watched how those tears flowed down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry so bad, but i kept it inside&lt;br /&gt;and as she left, i waved goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as she was out of my sight,i just cried.&lt;br /&gt;how could i have ever been so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;at the time when i am needed the most&lt;br /&gt;&amp; at the time when someone needs a shoulder to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;i just stood there helplessly and watched her cry.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im getting too rusty at doing these things already.&lt;br /&gt;it has been so long tt i have done that, that i dont think i can do it properly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can comfort those who are upset. &lt;/em&gt;or as so, i thought. or they thought.&lt;br /&gt;but now, it seems like all that ability of mine is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i just couldnt hold your hand, and reassure you tt everything's gon be fine.&lt;br /&gt;i just felt stoned, and i dint know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i was such a bad friend, and just left you for a few months only having one friend to serve as a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i have possibly been so blind not to see what was right infront of my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;i wished they can just stop hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;but then thats your life. cant do anything about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i see how much bigger &amp; tougher your life is compared to mine.&lt;br /&gt;i always thought tt you were being overly sensitive, too caught up with your own emotions.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i finally understand. and it took me THAT long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry friend, and if given another opportunity that that scene is played infront of my eyes again, i will really do what i have to do. i will always be there, making sure that you are always fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. all six of you. and just because our past made us what we are today, it doesnt make my love for you any lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what a friend of mine said is true. "&lt;em&gt;shits happen&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i guess we all just have to endure it, and wait till one day when justice finally decides to reward us with something else to replace all those sufferings. just hang on there friend, we'll be there for you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116115560037994358?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116115560037994358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116115560037994358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116115560037994358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116115560037994358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry-but-this-post-will-be-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116109038384404477</id><published>2006-10-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:06:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent a whole hour reading all the posts in someone's blog. AND appearing offline so tt there will be no interuptions (: its nice reading blogs tt dont bitch about ppl and they only just talk about their own lives without being so vain about themselves. so interesting :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive thought about it. no use thinking about all these relationships. its not good for me emotionally &amp; physically la. besides, my o's are like next year! i gotta start working my butt of man! so from now on, i will try my best to push all the friendship/relationship problems tt i have been having. hoho. and not think about it and just smilesmilesmile like some kuku. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after school we had our deeparaya rehearsal. it went okay i think? but i have problems smiling la. cause if i do, i'll forget all my steps get it? some ppl just dont get it and they keep asking me to smile :p when i smile, it must be sincere, so it shouldnt be forced you know? besides is my dancing bad? is it? i always feel so lah. and i get stage frights all the time. wait till the real crowd watches us. sigh. i really gotta wash all these anxieties away. i missed some steps during our rehearsal but heck, did anyone realise tt anot? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHIKIN IS SO HANDSOME, CAN?!&lt;br /&gt;my god. if only she was a guy. i would have, erm, melted when she did her silat. so charming la. ;) im gona try to snap a picture wit her during the actual day. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the costume is just too hot and itchy. but hey! just bear with it. i just &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; my malay dance girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seeing someone today made my heart melt. like ewwy-gewwy sighhhh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in love? &lt;strong&gt;nonono.&lt;/strong&gt; gotcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116109038384404477?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116109038384404477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116109038384404477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116109038384404477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116109038384404477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-i-just-spent-whole-hour-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116101597306425941</id><published>2006-10-17T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:28:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Khairani&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Khairani!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khairani will become gaseous if her temperature rises above -42°C!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khairaniolatry is the mindless worship of khairani.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of khairani orbiting the Earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Aztec Indians of Mexico believed khairani would protect them from physical harm, and so warriors used her to decorate their battle shields!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you drop khairani from the top of the Empire State Building, she will be falling fast enough to kill before reaching the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bananas don't grow on trees - they grow on khairani.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average human spends about 30 days during their life in khairani.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The air around khairani is superheated to about five times the temperature of the sun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Zealand was the first place to allow khairani to vote!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All shrimp are born as khairani, but gradually mature into females.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;total randomness. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got tt from a random website.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and as i am blogging again, it is already 12 am?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no. my exams arent tomorrow. amazing tt im still awake right? =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's surf, surf, and more surf the internet[!] =DDDD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116101597306425941?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116101597306425941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116101597306425941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116101597306425941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116101597306425941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-_116101597306425941.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116098754258506699</id><published>2006-10-16T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:32:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like i said, i hate not fasting when others are fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling hungry. whined the whole day cause i was hungry. bought more food than i expected myself to buy cause i was hungry. u see? when you're not fasting, you feel like eating everything in the world. just like any other normal day lah, for me. lucky hana pisang bought pocky to school, if not i would have died-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i get those marks for chem? my physics will surely bring my combine science way down. sigh. mr cheong laughed before he gave me my paper. and he said tt i have improved. haha. then later on he came up to me and said, " khairani, you can do it. you can do much more than this. you can push yourself. you can. i have seen students getting from d7 to a1 you know. so you can too." haha. so cute la. x) but like i said, physics, will surely screw up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, i just finished eating my combo 2 LJS take away which i carefully placed in my bag on my ride home so tt the drink wont spill. haha. you should have seen how careful i placed the bag on my lap! lol. and i have no idea how i looked like while i was carrying the food but all i knew was tt i was humming all the way home &amp; smiling to myself. i was humming the "pencinta wanita" song la. all azzaizanabtenordin's fault la. hoho. anws, azza, cheer up okay. you'll do fine for english. im sure all of us can pull it through. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, im not worried about the criteria to be promoted to sec 4e la. ok im only worried of half the criteria. the first criteria is to pass english &amp; two other subjects. tt i already accomplished. but the second half was to pass overall. tts abit tough la since i know i'll do badly for my bio &amp;amp; humanities. i already failed amaths, but wth? i got a high f9 lala! ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari raya's in a week's time. im not sure whether im in the mood or not. but i have two baju kurungs this year =DDDD now i just need to get the shoes to go along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i spent &lt;em&gt;12 bucks&lt;/em&gt; today. bahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116098754258506699?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116098754258506699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116098754258506699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116098754258506699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116098754258506699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-i-said-i-hate-not-fasting-when.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116089850372827062</id><published>2006-10-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:48:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i so hate not fasting when everyone is fasting.&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i cannot eat outside. ( i find it fucken rude when ppl do tt, so its only right tt i dont do what i hate ppl to do. )&lt;br /&gt;2. i have to pay back my days!&lt;br /&gt;3. i cant feel the "nikmat berpuasa"&lt;br /&gt;4. no more terawih. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i spent at least 20 seconds whinning in the morning. madrasah exam was crap. especially arab, where i just chose whatever option i felt was right and i had no idea what the instructions instructed me to do. its utter nonsense la kay! not the paper, but the way i did the paper. oh well. everyone did the same way i did too, so im not the odd one out. besides, needless to say, they just promote you to the next year even if you fail badly. its just the embarassment part la you have to bear. but then, everyone did the paper badly what. what embarassment to face now? ok rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. no mood to write already. waiting till everyone is all set to go to nyai's. i so miss her &amp; we're going to have our buka there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or in this case, its &lt;u&gt;their&lt;/u&gt; buka. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised there's no laughters in this post? im tired tts why. maybe i should take a nap &amp; have a shower after tt before we leave. yeah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116089850372827062?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116089850372827062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116089850372827062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116089850372827062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116089850372827062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-so-hate-not-fasting-when-everyone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116089789009779415</id><published>2006-10-14T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. im feeling all bored again.&lt;br /&gt;since the holidays are drawing near, i dont know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;this is so unlike before the exams, when i already plan where to go. okay things to do during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. believe it or not, i am going to make myself a study schedule. like, really.&lt;br /&gt;2. a trip to the zoo with my monyets&amp; monyets relatives. heh.&lt;br /&gt;3. be free on 3rd december for mr bakhtiar's wedding. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little things planned! well, of course i want more things to do during the holidays, but i have to also remember the dance practices and the classes tt i will obviously be having due to the upcoming syf &amp; the olevels NEXT YEAR! my god. suddenly, i feel so old. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of mr bakhtiar, we all had quite a sad depart just now during tuition. he looked so sad when his lesson ended &amp; when mr hidayat came in to take over the class. with his hiking bag, i could sense as he walked off tt he had a lot of fun teaching us, and we too vice versa. he will be dearly missed by me, or us. but hey! its ok, its alright. we'll be having an outing this holiday which im not sure where yet bt we'll figure it out. he's the bestest tuitor ever and i never fail to laugh in his class. &amp;amp; gosh, my four hours of sleep just now was abt him! it was so...erm.. weird? nvm. i only told azza &amp; hopefully she keeps her mouth shut about it. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways he is getting married so soon! we're all so happy for him. haha. so we played boogle &amp; then we had a "magic trick" by hady haha &amp;amp; then we played poker cards. it was boring but with these people, i felt like i was in my comfort zone &amp; secretly, i will miss each &amp;amp; everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zulaika, adilah, amirah, hady, azri, azizul, hafiz, fauzi and err, yeah zubair too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt i went to the market to get some groceries for ma, and i got disturbed by some guys in their mid 20s- 30s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" alamak! riverside la! sekolah akuu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i turned to look at them thinking tt maybe it was one of my seniors but looking at their faces i know tt they are much, much older than i am, so i just turned back to the makcik in front of me and talked to her. yeah whatever, they were just joking. they're very harmless, yes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched tv while plucking the beansprouts &amp; slept fr four hours straight till buka. i fell into deep sleep tt i dint even realise i slept for that long. haha. btw, this song has been stuck in my head for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am, all I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this world&lt;br /&gt;All that I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;Is in your eyesShining at me&lt;br /&gt;When you smile I can feel&lt;br /&gt;All my passion unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Your hand brushes mine&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand sensations&lt;br /&gt;Seduce me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I do cherish you&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to think twice&lt;br /&gt;I will love you still&lt;br /&gt;From the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond my control&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long to say this to you&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking do I love you this much&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world, before you&lt;br /&gt;I lived outside my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know where I was going&lt;br /&gt;Till that day I found you&lt;br /&gt;How you opened my life&lt;br /&gt;To a new paradise&lt;br /&gt;In a world torn by change&lt;br /&gt;Still with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;Till my dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. fell in love with it when there was this hot guy who sang as the lead for this song in his acapella group two years back. sighhhhh. haha. made my legs turn to jelly. he sings better then the original singer know. sighhhh. ok stop! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116089789009779415?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116089789009779415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116089789009779415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116089789009779415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116089789009779415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh_116089789009779415.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116073698363864857</id><published>2006-10-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:59:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok deleted the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;i just didnt think it was a great idea cause ppl will ask me who are these people.&lt;br /&gt;hugashaga! just forget what i said in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was just overreacting, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;but im not taking whatever i said back.&lt;br /&gt;haha. like as if these ppl noe tt im actually referring to them eh? hehh.&lt;br /&gt;so crever la khairani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had our rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt wana comment abt it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate lady in black. well, everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;but we hate her extra more.&lt;br /&gt;scolded us &lt;u&gt;twice&lt;/u&gt; without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;her own reason la. but stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;and it wasnt even our fault. hfheuh fishcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think everyone did a great job. well except for the finale. everything will be fine. i'll be wearing, err, silver. and when i asked aiman how did i look, he said," cantik!" ok he always says tt one when i ask him if it was nice. &amp; he suddenly went to his mini closet&amp;amp; wanted to wear his baju kurung. hold your heels boy! wait till raya la kay. haha. he's so cute la. *sometimes only. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;special thanks to&lt;/span&gt;: mammar aka ammar malek aka mr alien red rhino ranger power fish blop blop aka ammalien aka mr elvis mohawk(this one i dun agree lol) for being so nice &amp; still made for me this skin despite being sleepy cause he dint sleep last night to study for his amaths which was damn diff and i think he wont get A1 this time &amp;amp; for tolerating my fussyness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote tt without a full stop! haha. ok thanks mammar really. i cant stand the prev skin cause i can find at least 5 ppl wit tt skin. so, this one surely no one will follow cause its specially made for me. ;) bahaha. ok crapping crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to: fara&amp;nura, i reallyreallyreally &lt;strong&gt;x1000000&lt;/strong&gt; think tt we should really catch up on things. i really miss you girls alot &amp;amp; hopefully we can go out together only the 5 of us without any interuptions during the holidays ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so after this is buka &amp;amp; then i'll let time pass by then change for terawih. hopefully all will go today. no more lame lazy excuse kay! haha. selamat berbuka!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116073698363864857?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116073698363864857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116073698363864857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116073698363864857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116073698363864857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-deleted-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116062227837221376</id><published>2006-10-12T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:08:44.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from the wet market at marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i hereby announce that: the people there are scary. as in, they dont know how to smile! more like gangsters la can? not really the place for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertherless, they were helpful . i asked a nyonya to choose the young cucumbers for me, &amp; all i had to do when i was lost was to ask. well, even though they gave me sulky faces, but they were helpful. maybe they dun like me la cause im the only youthful one there. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i almost fainted when i caught sight of the frog legs. aiyerrrr. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so interesting conversations! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the sheng shiong(i call it sing song) two days ago. wait was it two days ago? lemme recall. ya two days ago la? i think? hha. kay fine. lets just assume can? two days ago i went to tt market. and out of all the absurd things, ma just asked me to buy long beans and salted eggs. but lucky she jsut asked me to buy those. if she asked me to buy fish, i wouldnt know how to choose them. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was searching for the long beans, and i spotted them. thing is, there were two kinds. one was in a packaging, the other was just bunched up with the red tags thingy. so i was, erm, yeah, confused. then this supernenek(supergranny lol) appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: -smiles widely-&lt;br /&gt;supernenek: - smiles back &amp;amp; it seems like her mind was thinking," another young kid who needs my help"-&lt;br /&gt;me: nek, aper beza nye nie ngan tu?( grandma whats the difference between this and that?)&lt;br /&gt;supernenek: tu dah tue. ni dah layu. tengok ni. nenek pun tak beli kat sini. layu niiiii.( this ones old. and this one doesnt look fresh. look at this. i dont buy my veggies here. its not fresh)&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. abis camne?( oh. then how?)&lt;br /&gt;supernenek: pilih je yg keras2 tu.( just pick the hard ones) kay it sounds wrong when i translate it. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;me: ouhh. tapi nek, mak cakap... dier nak... aper tu... aper namer sayur ni bahasa melayu?( ouhh. but grandma, ma said tt she wants... whats this veggie called in malay?)&lt;br /&gt;supernenek: kacang panjang?&lt;br /&gt;me: ahh! mak cakap sayur kacang. ( ahh! she said veggie peanuts.)&lt;br /&gt;supernenek: ahh samer la tu!( oh its the same!)&lt;br /&gt;me: ouhhh.&lt;br /&gt;supernenek: -her maid picked a nice bunch for me- ahh ni boleh la nie.( ahh this one can la.)&lt;br /&gt;me: ouh ok.-smiles sheepishly &amp; walk away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a weird incident. &amp;amp; i just realised tt its weird when u translate malay to english. haha. &amp;amp; yeah, the part where i asked her whats long beans in malay, i just forgot what was it called at tt very moment. haha. yeah, call me a higher mother tongue kid for nth eh? hehh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116062227837221376?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116062227837221376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116062227837221376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116062227837221376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116062227837221376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-came-back-from-wet-market-at.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-116056408867526460</id><published>2006-10-11T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:38:44.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss blogging oh-so-much!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; the exams are over! =DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;my only wish now is to just pass &amp; get on to 4E. pls? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling sick due to the haze. i think? nah. i think its haze+stress.&lt;br /&gt;well since exams are over, the stress better be gone! lol.&lt;br /&gt;but today i felt so much better after i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;they&lt;/u&gt; just know how to make me happy. theyre like my remedy! XD&lt;br /&gt;haha. so we camwhored after our exams ended, &amp;amp; had a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;sarang hae yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana &amp; her president-cartoon liked face. hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 261px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo44.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 255px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo43.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it tt i look like the odd one out? hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 243px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo41.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is one of the pics tt cant make me stop laughing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo39.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo35.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 236px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo34.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; u cant take them away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo33.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana &amp; her over-reacting wink. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 237px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo28.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIENIFIED! haha. alien girl sticking her toungue out at u! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 236px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo46.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. it seems like hana's face is like some kinda magnet eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo49.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alien &lt;u&gt;saloma&lt;/u&gt;! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo50.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whose eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo54.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana looks like someone jsut punched her. waduh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo56.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; like i said, theyre mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 243px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo57.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish eyes. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 248px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo58.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first entered secondary school......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 248px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo60.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo66.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame sey kerani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 336px; height: 251px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo67.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you afraid of the dark? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 251px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo70.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 252px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo71.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 252px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo117.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now jannah's the magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo72.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT COW'S NOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo73.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo75.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana's unhappy president face again. baahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo76.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo77.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY SAD SAPPY EYES! LOL. &amp; of course, especially nura's conwoman face(since she's on the phone &amp;amp; her face is like THAT. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 255px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo78.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 260px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo79.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK SO DORKY LA CAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 259px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo80.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the girls with the big noses. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 256px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo81.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we TRIED posing like gangsters, but look at tt girl in the foreground &amp; background. o.O so unproffesional gangsters eh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 260px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo90.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA ACT CUTE LAH! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 262px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo91.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i love my sappy eyes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo82.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE ALL MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo86.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyll kill you if u disturb me. ok lame la. i duno what to write as captions edy tts why. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Photo87.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok hana boring eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo88.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jannah's showing her metal side again. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo90.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo92.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo105.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo108.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my geeky side :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo110.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guess what who im trying to be &amp; why jannah's laughing like THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 256px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo95.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo118.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo112.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe tt the space in the heart are my eyes? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo111.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at hana pisang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo94.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay jannah's acting like a true monkey nw &amp; me? im getting bored. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo99.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like i said also, i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo100.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing..not even my true love, can replace them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/photo93.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so i wanted to write more about yesterday&amp;today, but i figured this should be enough for now, since i havent bathe yet &amp;amp; i'll be leaving for terawih soon. aiya, sure very chaotic with those ppl. =D haha. &amp;amp; the camwhoring moment made my day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-116056408867526460?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116056408867526460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=116056408867526460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116056408867526460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/116056408867526460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-i-miss-blogging-oh-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115951993107564748</id><published>2006-09-29T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:52:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when  i said tt i lost my wallet two months back? i &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt; that someone found tt wallet la! or maybe tis another wallet. haha. i received a letter from the police two days back tt was sent to the school tt someone found my wallet. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: khairani come here.&lt;br /&gt;i walked to her table, thinking of what i did wrong this time.&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: this is for you. did you lose anything?&lt;br /&gt;me: OH, a LOT of things, miss hesley. my wallets, my keys, my ezlink cards.&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: okayy. what do you think was found this time?&lt;br /&gt;me: i think its my wallet. cause tts the latest thing tt i lost -grins widely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha funny! after two months, it came back to me. like fated eh? i thought tt i was never fated to have wallets. but wellwell, looks like everything's really coming back! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called the police station just now at the civics library during our grp study to tell him tt i cant come this week or the next cause i have my exams &amp; will only be able to come over there after my exams. its at paya lebar la dey. who has that much leisure to go there in the midst of her exams hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;police officer: oh so you cant come? okok. tts not a problem. we'll keep it for you.&lt;br /&gt;me: ok but can i know what was found? is it my wallet?&lt;br /&gt;police officer: -asks me for the PR no. thing &amp;amp; checked &amp; stuff- erm, yeah its a wallet tt contains your ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. is it the op one or a diff one?&lt;br /&gt;police officer: hahaha. how many wallets have you lost?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;police officer: oh. i cant tell you. cause there are a lot of cases....&lt;br /&gt;me: oh kk. so its set then. i'll come two weeks from nw.&lt;br /&gt;police officer: okay.&lt;br /&gt;me: dun throw it away kay!&lt;br /&gt;police officer: haha. okok. i'll keep it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! thank you mr police officer who is oh so friendly! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with a very, very bad headache &amp;amp; went for HL despite the massive headache cause i dint wana be sitting there alone while the rest go for their run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: khairani, why are you not in your pe attire?&lt;br /&gt;me: got headache ah.&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: why?&lt;br /&gt;me: what why? it came suddenly. how should i know why?&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: suddenly? okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to go HL after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: didnt you have a headache?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah. but later i'll be alone then how?&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: well, you have...-thinks hard-....ihsan!&lt;br /&gt;me: ihsan for WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;miss hes: well he IS your classmate after all -walks away laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so siao. no offence ah ihsan. huha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. people can borrow things without my permission, &lt;u&gt;but they should be responsible when they lose it &amp; at least feel guilty abt it &amp;amp; search for the lost item&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. people can play with my things, &lt;u&gt; but never forget where they last put them&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. people can tell me anything, &lt;u&gt;but never eat back your words.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done! who eats the chilli will taste its spicyness la kay? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: im sorry bangladeshi worker, for putting the blame on you for pickpocketing my wallet. maybe it wasnt you after all. sorry k? k. =)&lt;br /&gt;pss: thanks jannah for the letter. =) it really made my day. loves!&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/18691168-115951993107564748?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115951993107564748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115951993107564748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115951993107564748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115951993107564748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha-remember-when-i-said-tt-i-lost-my.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115927422477800636</id><published>2006-09-26T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:37:11.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a pretty good day. =)&lt;br /&gt;compared to how i was feeling for the past two days, today covered up all the sadness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to all my friends in school who made me laugh, smile &amp; almost made my heart burst after laughing too much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started off a lil bad, cause i was mad at my sis for something, &amp;amp; sucky thing is i want to tell her all abt today but so disappointing cause we're not in talking terms now. see lah! piss me off sumore. maybe it was partially my fault too for throwing tantrums early in the morning even when my eyes were half open when we were having sahur. but yeah, sometimes my emotions just gets the better of me, especially when my mind wasnt so awake yet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school was superr fun today except for emaths&amp;amaths&amp;amp;chemistry. i do love maths but today was pretty boring la. &amp; i got the talk from mdm nora again. mr cheong wasnt in his bestest mood either, so he didnt even joked with us but jsut went through questions from the FYS. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm nora: i do not expect this type of work judging from the calibre you have khairani.(whatever calibre means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when the class was doing the paper she asked us to do, she called me out &amp;amp; asked me how come i couldnt do some of the questions from the prev ppr. yeah i could tell she was a bit disappointed. sorry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm nora: when you dont understand something, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;me: do more self-practice?&lt;br /&gt;mdm nora: why do more self-practice when you cant understand it the first place?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh.&lt;br /&gt;mdm nora: so what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;me: ask you?&lt;br /&gt;mdm nora: yala! then what are you waiting for? waiting for me to put red carpet for you is it!&lt;br /&gt;me: ...( still smiling innocently-heh- all the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm nora: blablablabla...whats the reason?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm...-gives my answer-&lt;br /&gt;mdm nora: noooo. (pinches my left arm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch sey! but yeah, her one-to-one teaching made me understand the questions yes. &amp; it wasnt tt difficult la! haha. she said tt i needed more practice for the circles chapter. yeah ok ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dont get me wrong! i dunt hate her for tt or neither did i feel like crying. something abt mdm nora is tt you have to know tt her harsh sarcasm isnt much harm la. so the best thing is to take it easy people. &amp;amp; chill. hoho. i rmb the first time when she scolded the class &amp; everyone felt like crying. but now, we went way past tt &amp;amp; felt better with her now. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during english, i was laughing for the whole hour la dey! i prolly stopped laughing only when it was my turn to talk during the practice conversation oral thing. chestern made me laugh so bad tt i thought i could have fainted from laughing so much! &amp; jinxiang's sarcasm-tak-jadi&amp;amp;very-slenge made me &amp; shabana laugh even harder. english lesson was never THAT fun before! haha. wont go explain any further or i'll write a long post &amp;amp; i dunt have much time for tt. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! i found the seventeen magazine at last! &amp; now izza's lib card kena fine. sorry horr? hoho. i was so happy when i found it. shez. it was at the back of my books in my cupboard. how silly of me! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school we hadta stay back cause i dint complete the emaths paper tt was due today rmb? &amp;amp; 19 ppl from our class hadta stay back too. hoho. we convinced mdm nora tt we needed to go home slightly earlier cause we were fasting+the weather was hot(she wanted us to only go home at 6.30 &amp; the things tt we are only allowed to do is emaths.) &amp;amp; she went," aiya you all naughty la tts why. ya okok! 5 o'clock." hoho. see? she can be nice if she wants to be. oh wait she is nice! just strict larr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did our work at the 6th level beside the lift &amp; told some ghost stories before finally carrying out our task. &amp;amp; omg! i tot i lost azza's brother's mp3's back cover &amp; i almost cried! so scary can! i mean, ive lost more than 100000000 things &amp;amp; losing other people's things isnt a very nice thing to do. but turns tt her own brother lost the cover himself. cheyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws ppl, tt is like the best place in the school to study lah! so windy, and quiet. tt shall be my study place from now on. study place seh. hoho. but i like! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out of school at 5.30+ &amp; we crossed the road with this guy who was blasting his techno music at the back of his bike! hahuhoahae! i wanted to laugh my paws off but tried not to cause he looked like " gangster tak menjadi" but ya know, these ppl are just so sensitive. later laugh abit then he go bring a whole army to fight with me. lol. then sharizan went," khairani, kiter beli basikal camtu la! pastu boleh main lagu dangdut ke( khairani, we buy tt type of bike la! can play disko songs. lol" &amp;amp; there i waslaughing again. serious seh, i laughed alot today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws sharizan, im not gon cycle for u la kay! if you want, i can sit &amp; at the back, &amp;amp; you do the cycling. kan mulia gitu? haha. the mewantingtocycletoschool issue seems not to be working cause pa still holds on his decision which is not to let my cycle to school cause when i asked him again yesterday, he said," you kids ah. later pedestrian crossing also you'll just cycle, &amp; when the traffic light is red, you just cycle. maybe if you said tt you'll walk when it comes to crossing the roads, i'll let you cycle to school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were shining so brightly when i saw the opportunity but nah, pa wont change his mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; fast. huha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; jan separated from the rest of them when we spotted this very, girly booth(?) in the pasar malam. &amp;amp; omg! the things there are so so so adorable! sadly, by the end of this week i'll prolly be broke from buying presents for someone &amp; myself, so i'll buy the things from the pasar malam next week i guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dahh! i have lotsa things to catch up since exams are in like a week? fishness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115927422477800636?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115927422477800636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115927422477800636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115927422477800636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115927422477800636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-pretty-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115898859289583377</id><published>2006-09-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:18:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; pissed wit ma cause she changed my plans just like tt. i really wanted to work hard for my EOY, &amp; i was already all set to go to the group study with my classmates at the civics library today. i told her that yesterday &amp;amp; she told me tt she wanted to bring me geylang instead. i was like what the sdlfasuiotoadsrth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am trying to work my butt off to score for my EOY, &amp; there she is holding on to my bajukutung-to-be &amp;amp; waving it at me. like what can i say then? so i said yes. cause i die2 want a brown baju kurung! hoho. so yeaps. this year will be brown for me. =) plus she said that if we were to go on the bulan ramadhan itself, geylang will be crowded. yeah okay, point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see? this is not called &lt;u&gt;peer&lt;/u&gt; pressure.its call &lt;u&gt;parents&lt;/u&gt; pressure.wooing me to go out instead of going study wit my gfs. =\ &amp; not to mention tt today at 2pm at cp there'll be hady mirze &amp;amp; jonathan leong. =( im not such a big singapore idol fan lah, since i onlywatch them on saturdays&amp; on youtube. but still? its a see-them-live thing! ok da shh! no use regretting it lah.&lt;br /&gt;so ma, you owe me a good meal later hor! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was pretty okay yest. i felt so guilty after mdm nora gave us a one-to-one talk.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. =( must have disipline la kerani! she gave me tt whole talk thing cause lately i haven been passing up my hmwk on time. its just tt i dun like passing up incomplete homework la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing up hmwk=completed hmwk. my moto! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i heard tt mdm nora is pregnant! =)so tt explains her being sick lately. bt i tink she's sick+pregnant. haha. tts even worse! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was superrrr fun with mr cheong. he's blardy cute la can? haha. then after school we had the rehearsal deeparaya thing. considering tt we only thought of half of the dance steps before the erhearsal itself which was after school, i must say we did a pretty good job hey? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im starting to love my malay dance girls alotalot! its not always you can find a grp of girly,giggly,gossipy girls with nonstop bubbly fun! haha. just what i needed for a distress. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! on my bus ride home yesterday, i was sitting opposite to  this apek who was erm, plucking his nose hair? what the ojsdiotjsioe! what is up with adults nowadays? setting up bad example sia! aiyoh. it ruined my appetite for dinner so i had dinner late yesterday. huha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yesterday too, someone&amp;amp;someone&amp;almost everyone pissed me off. then she still had the cheek to ask me for my jeans so tt she can wear tt tmr. which is today. haha! eh i know lah ive been gettin angry easily lately, but sometimes i dont think i go angry for no reason kay. shez. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now im superr bored cause im waiting for a call from ma so tt i can get out of here &amp;amp; take the train to paya lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paya lebar? but tt is like sooooooo far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leceh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115898859289583377?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115898859289583377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115898859289583377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115898859289583377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115898859289583377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-i-was-bit-pissed-wit-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115884060449378503</id><published>2006-09-21T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:14:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i was eating my dinner at 10.50pm, when i thought about something random. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: pa...&lt;br /&gt;pa: hmm?&lt;br /&gt;me: can you get for me a bicycle?&lt;br /&gt;-pause while dad puts in some thoughts-&lt;br /&gt;pa: we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;-pause while i chew my food-&lt;br /&gt;me: i wana cycle to school.&lt;br /&gt;pa: HAH? nono. cannot.&lt;br /&gt;me: HAH? but whyyyyyyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;pa: no means no.&lt;br /&gt;me: whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!&lt;br /&gt;pa: very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's definition of &lt;u&gt;dangerous&lt;/u&gt;: in the dark, anything can happen. u might get kidnapped/rapped/get into a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah! he's so loving towards me la can! &amp; its usually in the most indirect way. once he didnt allow me to use handphones cause he said tt i'll be too engrossed with it tt i wont see the car passing &amp;amp; i'll just cross the road. pa, i know you care for me. but then, im all grown up! &amp; im so dying to ride a bicycle to school! like so fun kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease pa? change your mind? like soon? like now? can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;ok zam ala kazam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooshwhoosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyways, because of my random thoughts, i woke him up, &amp;amp; he couldnt sleep for awhile after tt. hah! things just have to go my way eh? hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we just saw our class photos &amp; i look so... duno what?&lt;br /&gt;those who happen to have a copy of the pic from strawberry shortcake, pls send them to me kay? so we can show the whole twirlyworld our pretty&lt;b&gt;pretty&lt;/b&gt; faces. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinseng was acting weird today. &amp;amp; then smth weird happened today too. i almost fainted because of that! &amp; to ihsan, ive moved on, okay? so stop dissing me off with your, " you still love him kannnnn" can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after their dikir practice just now, me &amp;amp; faraflower went arnd cp to...erm..secret! haha. anws, i am so jealous because jan will get a ____. pfftpfftpfft! its just so adorable la dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now when can i change my skin hmm, mammar? or should i just not change it? orange is sickening already. hoho. btw, i forgot to say this yesterday: the banmian dish from cck sucks la. i prefer their carrotcake. read azza's blog for more abt yesterday. &amp;amp; azzaizanabtenordin! i am not slenge okay! at LEAST i dun eat the carrotcakes until they stained my uniform la kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for ramen. but eh, im broke la. shez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115884060449378503?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115884060449378503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115884060449378503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115884060449378503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115884060449378503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-i-was-eating-my-dinner-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115875617818055901</id><published>2006-09-20T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:35:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;presenting to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;abg syawal...drum rolls please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MR GREEN! XD&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image074.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo &amp; behold my friends! meet Mr Green/Encik Hijau!X) lovelove him alot! &amp;amp; hady, stop staring at it la kay! i wont bring it to tuition anymore if you keep doing &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; thing to my Mr Green. haha. so much for the suspense heyy? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so crappy! i laughed nonstop when having lunch with my monyets &lt;3 &amp; we were laughing abt everything we were talking about! &amp;amp;laughed&amp;laughed&amp;amp;laughed&amp;laughed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when during the hmt paper, i almost cried&amp;cried&amp;amp;cried. hah! can you believe that i dint managed to finish the paper due to lack of time! sighs. &amp; im having horrible thoughts of failing the paper already. SIGHS. =(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had a bad stomachache after the paper ended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must have been those &lt;u&gt;frog eggs &amp; intestines&lt;/u&gt; x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tu lah. dah makan banyak lepas tu ketawe byk2 lagi.( see lah. eat so much then laugh so much sumore)"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up okay anak jufri! sakit buat hal sakit ahhh.=)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train ride home, i was blardy pissed with this girl who kept shamming her bag towards me &amp;amp; she was talking like THIS loudly with her friends &amp; laughing like some nuthead. &amp;amp; she dint stop shamming even after the makcik sat at my other side, &amp; it was blardily pissing me off, so i said," EXCUSE ME'. haha. of course i dint scream. just said. nicely. haha. _____ girl! haha! the blank space oso i duno what! fill in whatever you want loves. =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached cp, anak jufri handed 10 bucks to azzaizzabtenordin before headin home cause he looked darn sick so we bought ourselves chocoreobubbletea+extrapearls which didnt even look like extra pearls cause the two girls before us took ours away! =.="  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, thanks to fifi for the minyak kapak, azza for the mcflurry =) &amp;amp; anak jufri for the yummy bubbletea X)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anak jufri, &lt;b&gt;get well soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best feeling in the world: after doing your business. kankankan? like a thousand pounds of burden being lifted off your shoulders. kay nonsense! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115875617818055901?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115875617818055901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115875617818055901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115875617818055901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115875617818055901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/presenting-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115866285661392702</id><published>2006-09-19T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:47:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i refuse to blog abt my daily life UNTIL i get my pics of MR GREEN- love =) from FARRIHIN ADNAN! hish. call her also duno how to pick up the phone. irritating la can! then sumore scold2 me. &amp; she only scolds me okay! ever seen fara bein angry? well see how she scolds me la! so unfair. but her being angry to khairani rupie is cute la kay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, here is a quiz i wanted to do since forever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five snacks I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chocolate pocky!&lt;br /&gt;2. TOASTED BREAD &amp; NUTELLA! =DD&lt;br /&gt;3. cadbury chocolates&lt;br /&gt;4. kit kat. =)&lt;br /&gt;5. cookie crisp. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five songs I know all the lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the day you went away- m2m&lt;br /&gt;2. letters to you- finch&lt;br /&gt;3. dealova- once&lt;br /&gt;4. family potrait- pink&lt;br /&gt;5. gotta be kidding- marion raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I would do with $100 million:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. give half of it to my mum&amp;amp;dad&lt;br /&gt;2. get myself a huge house beside the sea&lt;br /&gt;3. get the most expensive car &amp; a driver( i will NEVER drive. huha.)&lt;br /&gt;4. travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;5. donate $50 000 to the less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five places I would run away to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rin's&lt;br /&gt;2. great-grandma's&lt;br /&gt;3. fiza's?&lt;br /&gt;4. somewhere&lt;br /&gt;5. heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I will never wear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tappered pants&lt;br /&gt;2. wigs&lt;br /&gt;3. tube tops&lt;br /&gt;4. those hole2 shoes. eww.&lt;br /&gt;5. huge golden bangles &amp;amp; chains. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. doing last minute work&lt;br /&gt;2. wasting money on food&lt;br /&gt;3. losing things easily&lt;br /&gt;4. eating more than i can take&lt;br /&gt;5. falling for people's words easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five biggest joys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my bed! =DD&lt;br /&gt;2. my family =)&lt;br /&gt;3. my monyets!&lt;br /&gt;4. my friends&lt;br /&gt;5. __ ___. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things i hate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hurting innocent people's feelings&lt;br /&gt;2. being hated/left without knowing why&lt;br /&gt;3. cockroaches+scary-looking dogs&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. having a heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok da! shoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: good always comes to those who are patient. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115866285661392702?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115866285661392702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115866285661392702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115866285661392702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115866285661392702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-refuse-to-blog-abt-my-daily-life_19.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115832704411204688</id><published>2006-09-15T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:34:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG my parents are so strange la!&lt;br /&gt;haha. a few days ago my sister came up to me &amp; told me tt dad is actually very vain. i asked her why &amp;amp; she told me tt when she asked him why did he only take a small portion of rice, he replied,"u see im so fat." &amp; points to his bulging stomach. HAHA! so i recalled back when mum asked me this super weird question &amp;amp; i told my sister abt it too. mum came up to me &amp; asked," am i fat?" so i said," heh? no lah. ure just nice la. " &amp;amp; she said," your father said im fat." haha. &amp;&amp;amp; we laughed like mad after talking to each other abt tt. i cant believe they're actually pressurising each other abt being fat la! now mum &amp; dad eats so little, &amp;amp; guess who has to eat all the food? the children la. ironic isnt it? my parents ate trying to lose weight &amp; here i am eating like no body busniess &amp;amp; only noticing like nw tt my face is becoming rounder. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we had CD(character developtment) lesson &amp; it was abt depression. We had thi grp work thing &amp;amp; stuff &amp; i confessed to my grp members abt when i was totally depressed, &amp;amp; they confessed theirs too. it will be a shush thing ok chestern cheong! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so i was staring into blank space thinking abt i duno what when miss hesley came up to me &amp; said," khairani? what abt u? you look like you're depressed?" &amp;amp; then she laughed when she saw my expression. SERIOUSLY la. what is up with you people? when i have my normal face, ppl say i look sad/depressed/angry la. it gets on my nerves kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after CD lesson we had eng, &amp; 5 mins before eng, miss hesley said," okay now you may take a break &amp;amp; you can go down &amp; buy drinks but i will be there." she took her wallet &amp;amp; everyone had this strange expressions on their faces. we werent laughing or anyth like tt, but we were seriously curious to her sudden behaviour. haha. strange seh! we were whispering amonst ourselves with serious expressions as to her sudden behaviour. we suspect tt she was drugged( two days ago she was sick &amp; she acted all strange too after taking her medicine), but hell no. during eng lesson we had oral conversation practice &amp;amp; it went all the way for more than half an hour. so tiring! we were all feeling thirsty after eng. at last, i decided to ask the burning question tt was in everybody's mind: miss hesley what's the occasion?suddenly out of nowhere you decided to let us have drinks in between classes. then she laughed &amp; sid tt she did so cause of the oral conversation practices thingy. cheyyyyyyyyy. it took me some time to realise tt. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dental check up after school &amp;amp; i was irritated cause the dentist was not feeling so well &amp; after making me wait for her for 5 mins while she had her frech air outside, she called everyone in the universe to tell them tt she's sick. we talked for awhile when she complained abt her headaches. shez. she's sweet &amp;amp; all, but half an hour just for a checkup(she din even wash my teeth or smth) was just so wasted. after tt i had dance &amp; i keep forgetting my steps. sometimes i think i dunt think i can dance. everyone got their steps &amp;amp; im still there feeling blur. after the practice theteacherweallhate watched us dance &amp; blabla with her strict face. after the kids left &amp;amp; there was only me &amp; firah, she suddenly talk so nicely. i blardily hate it when teachers i hate talk to me nicely. theteacherweallhate called me name(omg she knows my name la!) &amp;amp; asked me to be in charge for next week's friday hari raya rehearsal. wth? im in sec 3 but im still new mah? bt the job is pretty easy so im fine=) then she told me to make them meet me ear;ier than usual &amp; see whether anyone is late. then she gave her lameevil laughter. firah&amp;amp;me were all," ha-ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mcdonalds at cp after tt &amp; bought mcflurry. =)&lt;br /&gt;oh you should have seen those people who were staring at it while i ate it! haha. especially the kids. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today is borin. the only interesting thing i did was to walk home under the rain. i was walking towards my block when i abruptly stopped to look at the year-ago carving i made on the wooden pillar &amp; i saw an evergreen girl walking past me. OMG paiseh! then i walk straight &amp;amp; took the lift with her, with my head hung low. shez. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished tt my mind is like a whiteboard where i can just wipe the details when i feel like removing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we tend to get jealoused(?) when someone you treasure a lot goes to some other people &amp; you really feel not needed, cause tt person just comes to you when they have no one else. maybe its just a feeling you know? so its best to just shut up &amp;amp; let fate work its way. things just dont always work you way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ppl ever sat down &amp; suddenly cry(without wailing) &amp;amp; not knowing the exact reason why you cried? hehh. go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115832704411204688?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115832704411204688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115832704411204688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115832704411204688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115832704411204688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-my-parents-are-so-strange-la-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115815104941280331</id><published>2006-09-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:51:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE THE PICS! hoho. some you may have seen before at other blogs, but what the heck, it has my face in it &amp; i have all the right to show them again! ok go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bus ride there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image040.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a cheerleader gets bored. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image072.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feast your eyes on the mcflurry im eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image096.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing beside an old woman with green hair =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image089.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird scene. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image087.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 blues vs. 1 white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 224px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image008.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 237px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image006.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to hate my fringe. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 223px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image071.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love them lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=pompomgirls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 218px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/pompomgirls.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; adore the east coast primary sch mascot! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=mrsun.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 221px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/mrsun.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=mrsun2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/mrsun2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know how to sleep only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=jansleep.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 227px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/jansleep.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK WAIT! TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT THIS PIC! nw what the heck is colin trying to do? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image110.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now open your eyes big2 again &amp;amp; read! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=medal.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/medal.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they reallyreallyreally look like brothers la! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=brothers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/brothers.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image105.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most unique trophies you acn ever find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=trophy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/trophy.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/?action=view&amp;current=Image112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Image112.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was tirin considering that i was fasting &amp;amp; i was too tired for sahur, so i dint eat from 7pm yest till 7 pm today. it was my first tiome not eating anything at all for 24 hrs! trust me, it isnt a very nice feeling. well, at least now i know how it feels not to eat anything for so long. o started giving out cold sweat when we got back from hmt, i knocked out the min i reached my bed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgive you azza! &amp; yes you were evil buttt hey! i get my mcflurry treat next week!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ i got A2 for my hmt, which will probably be my only A this time since my other subjects were, pfft. we'll get our SS paper tmr, &amp;amp; i really hope i can get high marks for that(i wish!) so tt i can get another A. i got 19/25 for hist btw =) aaaand i got a hellokitty sticker besides my marks for tt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really realised tt im always into my own world. i dont take note of anyone walking around me unless they are my friends, so believe it or not, those people who have been schooling with me for the past 3 yrs, i did not realise tt they existed. strange i know! but well, im a busy woman la, what do u expect kan. hoho. so when you walk pass me &amp; you know me, jolly well say hi &amp;amp;amp; dunt think im being arrogant la kay! i am blind &amp;amp; ignorant i confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115815104941280331?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115815104941280331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115815104941280331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115815104941280331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115815104941280331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-pics-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115796941366787622</id><published>2006-09-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:10:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i should have been in the shower nw bathing then doing my emaths hmwk bt here i am cause i wana share this funny story i made up during hmt just nw when i was bored &amp; which made jannah laugh like what! haha. first, make sure you do not ask me who these people are cause they are very private &amp;amp; confidential, &amp; tt only ppl who are supersuper close to me would know ok! k so it all started when she told me tt Mr. Z goes to school by riding his bicycle. aww. haha. so i made a story abt Miss. B, who apparently has a HUGE(?) crush on Mr. Z, &amp;amp; of course abt myself too! haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One fine morning, Miss B was walking to school when she saw Mr. Z, who was cycling not far behind her. So she pretended to trip on an invisible stone &amp; fell oh-so-gracefully on the pavement. Mr Z quickly came up to her to see if she was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss B: oh Mr Z! please send me to school with your bicycle! My right leg hurts!(bimbotically)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Z: err... ok then. hop in!( grins widely with his cute braces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss B quickly sat at the back of the bicycle, &amp;amp; Mr Z started pedalling. Not more than 10 seconds later, the tyre went flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!kababoom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Z: oh no! my bike! im sorry Mizz B, but i think tt you're too fat!&lt;br /&gt;Miss B:( sees khairani passing by) im so sorry! but we have to keep cycling! fast!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Z: are u mad? this bicycle would probably be destroyed by then!&lt;br /&gt;Miss B: i dont care! ( quickly sits at the back of the bicycle just in time as khairani walks by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairani: hello! ( waves)&lt;br /&gt;Miss B: oh hello khairani! you see Mr Z! he's so fat! He offered to send me to school in his bike but thanks to his heavy weight, his tyre became flat!&lt;br /&gt;khairani: oh. but i thought tt his weight is only *0++ kg??&lt;br /&gt;Miss B: erm... he has heavy bones la! haha.( trying to hide her embarassment.)&lt;br /&gt;khairani: whats your weight Miss B?&lt;br /&gt;Miss B: erm... 80 kg?&lt;br /&gt;Khairani: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. icic. (winks &amp; walks off)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Z: (speechless &amp;amp; smacks his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohohohohoh. actually, it becomes funny when you really know who i am talking abt. &amp; dun get me wrong. im not discriminating fat people. im just discriminating those ppl who think nothing but themselves &amp;amp; are so selfish la can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close friends, you get the idea right?&lt;br /&gt;ok laugh! anws, it was fun talking crap in hmt. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115796941366787622?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115796941366787622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115796941366787622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115796941366787622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115796941366787622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-i-should-have-been-in-shower-nw.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115789408349492756</id><published>2006-09-10T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:14:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest &lt;u&gt;mum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i plsplsplsplspls get my ears pierced again? like pretty please? &amp;&amp;amp; this time i will take risks  even if it hurts &amp; i will make sure tt i put on medication. pls? i mean it wasnt my fault the previous piercing went pretty bad cause according to mdm ho, my releave  biology teacher, apparently tt gundu mr piercer from xcraft pierced at the wrong place where it hit my nerve cells &amp;amp; tt was why it hurt. pls? i will also make sure tt i will pierce my ears by a proffesional piercer. furthermore, i get so tempted to wear them when i see those colourful things being displayed in shops. pls mum? pretty pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase~? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   love, your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! fat hope la can. anws, this is my second post for the day which is like so shocking, i know, since i update only when i feel like blogging which is like oh-so-rare. But nw im like so in the mood to blog la! haha.btw, i just wanted to talk abt this random thought i thought abt just nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think tt having PSLE exams are like so stupid? its such a waste of time, &amp; if you ask me, its the teachers who get stressed, not the students. i rmb nothing of cracking my brains in studying when in primary 6 &amp;amp; i even got an aggregate of 238. im not saying im smart, cause tt score so disappointed me. bt really la, i dun really rmb myself studying at home? all i did was school work tt the teachers gave me. it was almost &lt;u&gt;effortless&lt;/u&gt; la can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body hurts laaa. all thanks to the fun i had yesterday. speaking of which, did we really appear in the news? i wasted 80 cents, which could have been spent on another box of chocolate-flavoured pocky, on the new paper. but we're not inside la. anws why is tt newspaper so ex? half of it is abt soccer la. wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, if we do or did appear in news, ppls tell me. but tmr la can. my sister is picking up all the calls the whole day cause i cant even speak properly. for once, i could actually feel how those people who cannot talk felt like. i felt like crying in the morning cause i cant even speaking 3 words without going off-tone, then suddenly to a whisper. it hurts damn bad tts for sure. i had great fun yesterday, but the after-effects are just so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;tmr we're all gonna go up &amp; bow to the whole school lala!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course, you-know-who, will go flash arnd the trophy in her hands for the whole school to see. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115789408349492756?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115789408349492756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115789408349492756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115789408349492756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115789408349492756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/dearest-mum-can-i-plsplsplsplspls-get_10.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115786466439748378</id><published>2006-09-10T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:56:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;before i FINALLY start doin my hmwk, i'll update on whatever tt has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we won the BEST NJRC CHEERING TEAM &amp;&amp;amp; THE BEST MASCOT LA DEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i was so happy tt i hugged alotalot of ppl! we were so shocked cause the results came in so fast &amp; i just came back from the toilet after peeing for the 100th time yesterday when they gave the results. there wasnt much suspense la. btw, sorry to say, but did u realised the primary school kids' long, long pouts when they announced tt riverside had won? haha. we should have snapped their facial expressions! haha. &amp;amp; i saw mr anthony! i was surprised tt he recognised me! hah! my my. he has been teaching in woodgrove primary for like what, 7 years edy? wah! &amp; he looks so old already. hohauhahhoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so, i will prolly be updating all the pics taken at science centre &amp;amp; stuff in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to everyone who were there for the finals &amp; semi-finals. ive lost my voice totally to the extent tt i have to whisper to anyone i need to talk too. tt bad la can. haish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course, no more seeing cute guy anymore. =haha. lately ive been starting to like cute, skinny, chinese guys lala! so strange i know. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna start doin my online hmwk before i get into deep shit la kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJRC ROCKSROCKSROCKSROCKS my BOXERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115786466439748378?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115786466439748378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115786466439748378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115786466439748378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115786466439748378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-before-i-finally-start-doin-my_10.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115761685219831639</id><published>2006-09-07T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:14:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;so penat!&lt;br /&gt;everyone looked a bit stressed up, or shall i say alot? today cause the semi-finals for njrc is tmr la dey! i wasnt la at first, but in the afternoon, the tension kinda builds up. and someone looked extra tired/sad/frustrated today? smile ok!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out tt syafiqah had some plans tt she just hadta go i guess so she was replaced by hana pisang. she can do it. i know she can. =) but hana, am i wrong to say tt, u looked like you were abt to cry? dun pressurise yourself k! later tmr you forget everything then lagi susah. huho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever happens tmr, happens. whatever anyone says abt the dance, i am not going to care cause we have put in alot alot of effort in it. we stayed back almost everyday this week to brush up in our practices. and dang, they just let their mouths speak before their minds think! ok im crapping.dun listen! bt really la, we did our outmost bestbestbest. so tmr, will be best! ok best. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; rmb i said tmr i wanted to do my emaths hmwk? i played games all the way &amp;amp; at night, singapore idol! first time watching the whole performance &amp; im sure its one of the best! haha. im always right whaaaaaaaaaat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, should i do my work? i think i better do the online assignments first. &amp;amp; i better do them like now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! fall in love with me! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhaehuhuheahuhoe. macam faham. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115761685219831639?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115761685219831639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115761685219831639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115761685219831639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115761685219831639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_07.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115752009513551392</id><published>2006-09-06T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:25:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past few days passed by like a breeze, since i barely had enough time to do stupid stuffs i wanted to do all by myself, like going out or to the movies alone. hah! trust me, being too sociable isnt so nice sometimes. at times, you just wished tt you can spend some time alone you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. sunday was spent with my family but without sister cause hell, she was making up a million &amp; one reasons she could thnk of which im not sure if any of them are true! &amp;amp; i knew she wanted me to go out with the family cause she wants the house for herself. hah! finefine. so i went. &amp; hey, it wasnt so bad after all! i ate free food, had fun at the beach &amp;amp; talked crap with my parents. haha. they were being extra aporting la on tt day, so, they just tolerated my crapping &amp; sudden laughs tt i do for no apparent reason. lol. we saw ppl fishing, picked thos live seashells which in malay, they call," remis" &amp;amp; mum planned to cook them the next day &amp; she did! they were so tiny so it felt like i was eating nothing la. pathetic.T.T funny thing was, aiman was stirring the soup &amp;amp; kept saying," ok hello seashells!" so i said," they're dead la." know what he replied? he said," why do u talk like tt?" &amp; he gave me this disapproving look. haha. so he did not know how those alive seashells died &amp;amp; he asked me lots &amp; lotsa questions. but i dun really mind, unless he starts to get on my nerves. huha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday we bought the banner &amp;amp; did a template for it. after tt we went to the ava &amp; learnt some steps for the njrc dance. haha. we made siddiq face the wall so he cant see anyth. so he finished up the template for the banner &amp;amp; we ate at long john silver after tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we hadour proper njrc practice. eh i realise tt when i dance i just forget abt food la. so unbelievable can! erm, we had some problems at first but after the formation ppl left &amp; there were only the dancers, we did pretty well la. i promise this year will be better than the last! haha. &amp;amp; yes! i can see tt 1st trophy being in our hands! hoahuehuo. macam faham! =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today i just survived 3 whole hrs of tan chong hui lala! i almost died, but it was pretty okay. we had break &amp;amp; we bought maggi at north plaza(?) &amp; went back to school, 5 mins later. &amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp; azza got scolded by her. haha! kasihan. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done! i wanna play online games then do some of the 60 emaths questions. seriously, this is like a no holiday la ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115752009513551392?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115752009513551392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115752009513551392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115752009513551392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115752009513551392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/past-few-days-passed-by-like-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115718414457152422</id><published>2006-09-02T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:02:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha ok this is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone updates their blogs like so suddenly siao!&lt;br /&gt;haha. &amp; suddenly also, i have this strong urge to blog tho i dun have a freakin shit to say! funny siao! ok laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. since i have no idea what to say, let's start by talking abt today! had tuition in the morning &amp;amp; everyone was crappin as more than we used to. i know why! cause azri is not there! haha. ok so bad la. hmm. &amp; zulaika made for me/us brownies! well, she had no idea i was fasting so she gave me four brownies stacked neatly in a cute pink tupperware &amp;amp; the rest got only one each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. kay so her mum made those brownies specially for the tuition teachers but lo &amp; behold! she made extras for we extra foodmonsters! hah. mr bakh was really, really touched when he got the flower&amp;amp;brownies. mr hid, ahh dun wan say. but hey! tuition was fun! i was carrying the whole tupperware happily in class &amp; mr bakh went," hey why is she acrrying those brownies!"  to zulaika, as if those brownies are only meant for him. &amp; only him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt; selfish toad. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im waiting for the hours to past by before buke before i can get my hands on them!muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i was supposed to go out with my cousins to the police band carnival thang. &amp; you know how much i love carnivals. the food &amp;amp; everything. but i turned down the freefood offer cause i was fasting. lol. sad, yes, but i have to pay back sooner or later maa.=) which reminds me: 8 more days to pay back! the next 3 weeks will be more extensive then usual cause i'll be fasting. huha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; dad says tt tmr we can see nyaiii!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i missmissmiss her. the main reason why i chose to fast today instead of tmr is because i cant miss her cooking which so rocks can! haha. i know, my life evolves arnd food. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think aimanmumdad are going out later?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sister has already gone for her tuition + goin to her so-called study date. so i think i might be goin to granny's house. &amp;amp; yes, tt means more food! haoheuheoha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrammalien seems to be too lazy to type on his keyboard to talk to karang guni already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see, eat too much sorbet icecream sumore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will be watching blues clues, blues clues! with aiman. hw can i be here when he's singing all the blues clues songs at the top of his lungs. i should be there! in front of the tv. with him. ok teleport!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115718414457152422?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115718414457152422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115718414457152422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115718414457152422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115718414457152422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha-ok-this-is-crazy-everyone-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115702790289723241</id><published>2006-08-31T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:26:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay okay. today was teachers day cum  aces day in school. as usual, there was the same old performance from the students. the only difference was the hip hop dance thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hopes were like so crushed when it rained! do you know how much i wanted to play street bandy with the teachers hmm? &amp; i so semangat bring my extra shirt n towel n water bottle then everything was cancelled. dang. like why cant we play in the hall or something? oh yeah hor. then where to put the rest of the school? lol. khairani stop thinking abt urself! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so we gave the teachers the roses we bought yesterday &amp;amp; strawberry shortcake her sunflower. HUGE, alive sunflower ok! which is so expensive lah. but it was worth it i guess? since it came frm the class fund. the class com wer,e hw shall i put this(sorry if this is gon be harsh), extremely lazy because they failed to carry out the class well in this teachers day thing. haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. btw, i wanted to almost cry when i came up to strawberry shortcake to hand in the reply slip for the EOY and i said," happy teachers day!" and she gave me this sarcastic look. =\ luckily sha went," she's just joking lah." so yeah it was fine. but seriously man. strawberry shortcake MUST smile when she gives sarcastic remarks or reactions ok! its so scary la siao. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yabadoo, yabadee after the concert n stuff we left school to head to NYP. kat went of just like tt but hey im used to it! hah! so we walked to cp with faraflower before goin to separate ways cause she promised(?) her primary school friends tt she'll be going back. haha. a promise is a promise la ok. so she was forgiven. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me n cow went to NYP to meet her cousin. haha. the place is so huge la can! and the food was reallyreally good + cheap if u were to compare it with the price outside. so we walked &amp; talked &amp;amp; her cousin told me abt the gd thing being in poly &amp; stuff. but erm i conclude tt i am not prepared to go poly because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i can get lost in tt HUGE place. even with a map, i need a tour-guide. really. =)&lt;br /&gt;2 i need to be pushed to get something done. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not tt i dont trust myself lah. its just tt it takes a huge responsibility to be in tt huge school. &amp;amp;&amp;, i dont dare walk arnd alone la cause tt place like so not secured can? anything can happen la. &amp;amp; my god. there's like so many blocks! i think its from block A to Z, it took us miles to reach the canteen. haha. mcm faham. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. JC it is. i am prepared to be pushed. eh but the thought of eating wonderful food &amp; having flea markets in the school organised by the business students sounds nice la. huha. till then, i will just be doing my best struggling in secondary school. &amp;amp; also taking the opportunity to visit schools during their opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after eating we went up to the tutorial room to "lepak". i din really find tt lepaking la. haha . the room was airconditioned &amp; comfy. &amp;amp; we saw the bushy trees! o btw we took pics but i cant get the pics nw cause cow left the moment i signed in. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wait! tingtingtingting! funny incident funny incident! this morning, i called cow to tell her to bring extra shorts for me cause all my shorts were in the washing mesen. &amp; she was half awake. i said " shorts" &amp;amp; guess what she brought? SOCKS. &amp;&amp;amp; i still remember her NOT saying socks or stokin in malay la siao! she as in lala land u see. must understand her. huha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home after tt when umbrella guy came. muaha! he reminds me of ergi in eiffel im in love la. like skinny frail deceiving look. thanks to eiffel im on love, every guy i see who looks like him, i will always have the assumption tt his character is like ergi. but hey, this guy seems nice so maybe things will work out between them two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left NYP after tt, me &amp; cow strolling behind them two. then i went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so im missing my nyai already. i haven seen her in months! she's on my paternal side btw. &amp;amp; i so miss her cause yesterday i dreamt abt her. nyai!! wait for me till this sunday! i will fly to your doorstep ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also missing my koko &amp; kiki. &amp;amp; also their cat emily. hohu. i dun really miss their parents though. i just dont feel a sense of family bonding between me &amp; my uncles &amp;amp; aunties from both sides. hmm. but i love my cousins alot alot tho each side are all so different la siao. to make things simple, mother side= good good kids, father side= wild wild west!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest friskies(if ure not her then just dun read ok!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/happiness3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when you used to sleep in this cutest manner? (oh but i still like your stick-out toungue position best. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 215px; height: 160px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/happiness2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember how i used to scare you with the vacuum cleaner &amp; your face changed to this expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/happiness.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you still remember your two companions/scandals/brothers who died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet not. that is why you are my inspiration. i like to see how you take things so easily, without a single worry in your life(your life can worry abt what seh? no food?).  watching you grow from a small crawly creature to a huge queen just makes me feel so happy tt you're still there for me. so thanks for keeping me warm in the cold, licking my tears off when i cry, purring loudly when you're happy &amp; tolerating with me all this while. &amp;amp; im so sorry for sepak-ing u in the dark yesterday cause you know how i walk, &amp; you know how blind i am. lol. =) anws, thanks fris for being yourself, cause your trueself made me look up to you. i love you larlinglingling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok hand over the digi cam someone &amp;amp; let me take a pic of tt adorable fury thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18691168-115702790289723241?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115702790289723241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115702790289723241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115702790289723241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115702790289723241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115694379861294451</id><published>2006-08-30T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:25:08.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 229px; height: 354px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/sadness2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like looking at this picture. especially the  empty space behind the  girl. the empty space is like her empty past with empty hopes &amp;amp; dreams. =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115694379861294451?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115694379861294451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115694379861294451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115694379861294451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115694379861294451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-looking-at-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115690707538603244</id><published>2006-08-30T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:05:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOO HOO~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test over. AT LAST. now i have a month or so to go before my end-of-year exam. so fast la can? but besides tt, im so happy because the september holidays are here! well except the fact tt my september hols will be spent on njrc &amp; physics class &amp;amp; probably malay dance. so its like a whole week of school practically(with more fun lah pls). &amp; shez. 4 hrs of miss tan! &amp;amp; its like 4 hrs straight okay. of physics. i can so die! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im happily( quite) updating in the morning cause there's no school today. which wont make much of a difference as later i have to go for my hmt lesson &amp; i'll probably be out by 1.30pm. apparently we have this polling day holiday for schools tt i know nothing of so there's no school today. so i woke up at 9(?) &amp;amp; i felt horrible cause i slept so long! had very weird dreams la. tts why they always say to always wake up early. hmm. oh yeah yesterday i slept too at arnd 7.30- 9, which explains why i couldnt go online at 8 to get the songs from izza cause i was in lala land. hmm. what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! yesterday was my FIRST time watching CSI &amp; its damn good la can? i never really had the time to watch tv cause i was either too busy with my computer or my homework. so yesterday was the first ever time i watched CSI. hohu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? oh im pretty upset as well because i just got to know some people had decided to go to the movies with the assumption tt i was not able to go. hello? sigh. but its too late lah, cause i made plans with mum already this morning &amp;amp; she'll be goin to the pasar soon so i have to take care of aiman. but then if they had told me this earlier then surely i can go la siao. aiyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, i got a B3 for my emaths &amp; im so upset! cause i only hadta get one more mark for an A2. =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i got this strong feeling all my results will be Bs. &amp;amp; its like so unfair cause our mr alien there can get almost all As la siao! im so jealous la can. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115690707538603244?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115690707538603244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115690707538603244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115690707538603244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115690707538603244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/woo-hoo-common-test-over_30.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115657055644381340</id><published>2006-08-26T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:42:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i hate my computer.&lt;br /&gt;for being so slow and taking forever to navigate from one internet page to another.&lt;br /&gt;but then, when i think abt my old com, this is much better lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. humans have this thing to ask for better things when the things you have are actually sufficient enough. ya ok fiine! and i am one of those humans. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay this morning was fine. had my tuition a&amp; the whole class was in a good mood today. &amp;amp; also because all the girls came. =) &amp; the stupidest part was when tt azri/amirul(?) threw this ppr thang to my hair. haha. they got a good warning from mr hidayat. haha. oh the joy of having such overprotective teachers. surprisingly, azri aplogised later. hmm. english tuition was okay. i ALWAYs, always learn smth new during eng tuition. like th subutex topic, we talked abt tt last week and last monday, voila! the news abt subutex came out. i complained tt everything tt was in the ppr tt day we have already discussed abt last week, so it wasnt so fun reading tt article. bt mr bakh was like," isnt it great tt we can read the future?" haha. so yeah. my conclusion for this whole paragraph is tt english tuition is &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; fun. oh i hate those ____ girls la can! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened yesterday? well chem ppr was surprisingly do-able. compared to physics i obviously did better for chem ppr. &amp;amp; i just found out tt our mr alien here is such a nerd! haha. mr smartypants. anws if i had tt much As for all my pprs, i khairani rupie would be already over the moon. haha. okok. hmm. oh yeah yesterday we had the njrc meeting. as much as i am interested tt njrc is coming, im nt sure whether i wana dance or nt? i duno la dey. the malay dance thang made me so worried already tt im thinking twice whether i can really dance. ok lame qs! i mean, i can dance, but do i still dance as well as i did in primary school? maybe i am so karat nw already. sigh. help me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i am definitely gon buy sorbet icecream next week, at the rate i observe someone eating it, it seems delicious. my sis ate sorbet icecream wit her semi bf at swensons &amp; she said tt it tastes like solero shots. hmm. solero shots are good, so yeah. im gon buy a whole tub next week! haha. btw, the cheese sausage at the bazar is like heaven. its definitely much more cooked than the one at cavana. sorry monsterazza. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nth else to say la siao! oh yeah later i'll be goin to granny's to study my amaths in peace, since i have amths test on monday &amp;amp; i dun like studying with aiman coming into my room like every half an hour. irritating little thang! so yeah. i'll be goin off to granny's in the evening. oh and u know what! today khairani is gon try to dress up as a minah lah! haha. so watch me minahs, as i fly by later to granny's! ok fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mr whatshisname.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115657055644381340?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115657055644381340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115657055644381340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115657055644381340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115657055644381340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-i-hate-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115624991777965531</id><published>2006-08-22T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:37:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Things I Worry About Everyday- Without Fail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dying with thousands of sins that are yet to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;2. my mother tongue olevel results.&lt;br /&gt;3. losing something else- either my keys or my ezlink card or smth or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so im not gon go online because i fear that i will be chatting too much &amp; i have to do my last min revision for tmr's physics ppr. so for my daily chatters, especially mr alien, you will not be seeing me being online too much because i have decided to put msn chatting aside until at least this weekend. then on monday and tuesday will be the last two days of my ppr, so i wont be goin online on monday as well. but on tuesday! lalala. haha. freedom! so yeah. catch me live on msn thi weekend and this coming tuesday! haha. now i feel like im doing an advertisement. huha. but dun worry, i will be updating this blog frequently so that it will not be empty, or not updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been pretty worried abt my common test 3 results too. hist/ss will surely be a mess. for english, i dare not say. i screwed up for my hmt mock test long essay writing yesterday, so now i can only depend fully on tmr's paper 2 mock test. please, please, please keep it easy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to say? oh yeah! i dreamt abt mdm nora la just now! haha. i dreamt tt she gave me a second chance in the portfolio for the next two chapters and i got higher marks than i did now. haha. well tts what she said what just now. tt she might chnge our marks higher if we were to put more effort in our portfolio for the next two new chapters. strange dream la i had just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; did i tell you i so hate cramps? serve me right for forgetting to eat my primrose oil tablets. it works trust me. u have to eat it everyday though, tts the sucky part to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i wana talk about this! we all have to admit that when we see our ex-es walking around with their new gfs or bfs, there's like a sucky feeling to it right? it sucks like hell. but then later on, you will actually see that the fact that things had to end for the both of you, there's a good thing behind it lah. its a like a blessing in disguise you know?? maybe things were never meant to be. so just sit back and smile lah, even though you're still single. who cares? the world is still wide &amp;amp; you have a long way to go. date new people, make new friends. it'll be all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they say, "those things that doesnt kill you, makes you stronger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tts it. let me finish this post with a super interesting link to a blog. haha. go look at the 1st august post and check out the lyrics. then, blast your speakers up loud. they actually made a song for siti and datuk k. haha! well its for entertainment purposes okay, and im a fan of siti, so i have nothing agaisnt her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alien didnt like it though, i can tell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here's the &lt;a href="http://akuterrer.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_akuterrer_archive.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;link&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enjoyy! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115624991777965531?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115624991777965531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115624991777965531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115624991777965531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115624991777965531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-i-worry-about-everyday-without.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115615916297070413</id><published>2006-08-21T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:19:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a superrrrrrrrrrrrrr tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;why? because i was fasting.&lt;br /&gt;and being around  ppl who you might be mistaken for taking in too much sugary products,  i have used all my energy for the day.&lt;br /&gt;even now, i am typing at a disgustingly slow rate. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, hist ppr was okay? i guess.&lt;br /&gt;only the part wher i memorised so well dint come out.&lt;br /&gt;what came out was the one i memorised after i ate my sahur this morning.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i was kinda stuck at some points &amp; looking at miss tan's face did not help too much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yay yay yay yay yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;i found another huge fan of full house!&lt;br /&gt;now she's someone who is in the same class as me so i can talk to her abt it when i just feel like i wana talk it. =D&lt;br /&gt;sook ching! haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i got myself the colourful barbie pens tt ive been wanting to buy since last week.&lt;br /&gt; they're fruit scented sumore! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; i bought a can of baked beans &amp;amp; super instant noodle cup! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;i havent had those in a long time ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after toping up my ezlink card &amp; buying those stuffs, i have spent 10 bucks. =(&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think tt its better if i can eat so i wont crave on food too much.&lt;br /&gt;but nah nvm. to pay my puasa-es back, can la.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its 9 more day la! haha. hopefully i will survive. its difficult at times because the ppl arnd me just eats good food. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; i will be making my own friendster skin la kay! i dun really fancy ppl who have the same skin as i do. it feels so un-unique. anws, i find friendster ridiculous BECAUSE ppl add u just for the sake of adding. its not like they wana be ur friends. they just add u, savvy? its lame la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i only use friendster to view ppls pictures anonymously. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&amp; also i have protected it from strangers after a smile i got from a 31 yr old man.&lt;br /&gt;so scary la can! first he send me a smile &amp;amp; told me tt i had good photographing skills( they were not taken by me la. muaha.=] ) then i said thank you la. i was just being polite unlike some ppl. hah! then the next thing i knew it, he was like," im glad u replied. im ____ &amp; im 31 yrs old. whats ur age? can we be friends. so erm, yeah. tt whole incident freaks me out. old men just freaks me out. i treat them like my uncle or smth la. not friends ok? dont want and never will. i mean if i knew him it would be an exception. but this?! ridiculous i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everybody's so obssessed in making their friendster profiles so nice, pics &amp;amp; all. so, i nvr get bored by the surprises tt i get when i view their profiles. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok its time for me to eat already! haah. finallyyyy. ok goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115615916297070413?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115615916297070413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115615916297070413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115615916297070413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115615916297070413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-superrrrrrrrrrrrrr-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115604842187962740</id><published>2006-08-20T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T12:33:41.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people are just hard to impress.&lt;br /&gt;hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;hard to make them understand how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;hard to reconcile with.&lt;br /&gt;so this is real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; at the very moment when i have come to a point of forgiving and asking for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole thing had to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;maybe what cow said is true.&lt;br /&gt;we should stop caring what other ppl think of us.&lt;br /&gt;cause in the end, it is us who gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh! happy 16th birthday firah! =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115604842187962740?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115604842187962740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115604842187962740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115604842187962740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115604842187962740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-people-are-just-hard-to-impress.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115599454201048447</id><published>2006-08-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T12:05:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have felt that way. or this way.&lt;br /&gt;but its bugging me okay!&lt;br /&gt;its a sore in my eyes when i see them two walking around in school.&lt;br /&gt;and i shouldnt feel this way!&lt;br /&gt;khairani is being evil. she is being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;throw it all away khairani! whoosh! whoosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry. i really am. i am sorry khairani rupie that yo have to go through all this painful feeling. its normal la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i am gon do this very very long q&amp;a thingy because i have been sabotaged by liyana sapwan lah! hoho ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while im waiting for the full upload of an episode of full house, im gon do the quiz thang! im already at the 14th episode and two more to go! i know i know. common test is here. i'll study after this lah, stop thinking negative thoughts about me can? haha. ok here i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Full name: khairani bte md rupie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Name backwards: eipur dm etb inariahk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Were you named after someone?:  ah no why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meaning of name: yang baik. muahahahah! no seriously. its true. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nickname: kerani kucing yani karang guni =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Screen name: waahhh. no time to think abt it lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. D.O.B:  04 july 1991 . american independance day haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Place of birth: singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nationality: singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Current location: sister's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Star sign: cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Religion: islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Height: 154 cm! stop rubbin it in! i am shorter than liyana i noe! ^ ^&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Weight: 42 kg. aiming to grow fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Shoe size: 7. i think. or 8? 7 and a half la! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Hair color: black brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Eye color: black &amp;amp; grey( too much exposure to the sun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Who do you look like: the boy from ju-on. hah! hw i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Innie or outtie: outtie. but innie when it comes to inner deeper thoughts la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Lefty or righty: righty. and i have this habit of pressurising my hand agaisnt the pen. duno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Gay, straight, bi or others: what falls on others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Best friends: alot alot! i prefer sticking to good friends can? =)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Best friends you trust most: oh a few. ;) its a secret la. actually im not sure also.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Favourite pals: eh alot lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Best friend of opposite sex: jin xiang? hahah! used to be ihsan la in primary school. but now for guys i'll stick to good friends for all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Best buddies: eh alot lah! walauuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Boyfriend or girlfriend: girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Crush: samual rizal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sigh.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Parents: ah why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Worst Enemy: no more enemies for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Favourite online guy: mr alien red rhino ranger fish blopblop! =D ( i memorise close to my heart ready la can! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Favourite online girl: oh alot! girls know how to talk a lot mah. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Craziest friend: oh alot! trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Advice friend: shabana. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Loudest friend: nuracow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Person you cry with: the last time i cried with ppl was last year when i was dealing with a HUGE break-up. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Any sisters: yeah one. missing her lah. haven been home for fours days already cause she's sleepin over at granny's cause granny's away at jakarta to visit auntie who is a teacher there and has an apartment of her own. haha! anws, pls come back home soon &amp; talk alot alot wit me le! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Any brothers: oh an irritating small one yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Any pets: friskies ku~! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Any disease: haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Pager: HAHAH! =.=" say hello to modern world! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Personal phone line: six feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Cell phone: six feet under. deaf is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Lava Lamp: hahah! sounds funny. now wat the heck is a lava lamp ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Pool or hot tub: hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.A car: toy car can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Your personality: bossy. sugar &amp;amp; spice &amp; everything nice. eh hw can i judge yself la siao pingpong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Driving: i will nvr drive. even if i had the oppurtunity. even if i become a granny. i WILL however, get a driver to drive for me. cheyyy. bleh gitu? aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Room: half neat half messy. mum doesnt like it to be totally messy. so its nice tt i compromise wit her and keep the room only half messy. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.Whats missing: a piece of my heart? ah what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.School: riverside secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Bed: single with pink bedsheets and flower designs from IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Relationship with parents: most of the time it is rocky. but other then those times, it can be fun. i guess? i mean i can get to eat out and eat free food. who doesnt like free food ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Believe in yourself: of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Believe in love at first sight: oh no. that's not love. tts like/crush/ admire. but definitely not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.Good listener: can say so lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.Get along well with parents: i used to fight back last time. well those were the times. now i just get along, only answering back in a softer tone when i really really need to. im trying to be a better daughter yes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Save e-mail convos: no la for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Pray: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.Believe in reincarnation: no. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.Make fun of people: mhhm. but must have the limits la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.Like to talk on the phone: yes. but i hate picking up manymany calls. irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.Want to get married: at 26++? single life still rocks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.Like to drive: why driving seh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.Motion Sickness: yes. caution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.Eat stem of broccoli: yes but i hate the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.Eat chicken with fork: then with what? spoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.Dream in color: whats tt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Type with your fingers on home role: HAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.Sleep with stuff animals: yes i sleep with my orange kitty. nono the fake one. the real one jsut sleeps wherever and whenever she likes. she's a big girl now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.Next to you: aiman. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.On the walls of your room: erm, painted in pink, a huge long mirror &amp;amp; also this cross-stitch thing mum made for me. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.On your mousepad: aiman lost it. arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.Dream car: expensive ones. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.Dream date: anything tt is pleasant &amp; the person i must like la. eh what i talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.Dream honeymoon spot: never thought of it. anywher tt has good food yes. oh and halal ones of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.Dream husband or wife: young-jae(Rain) from the Full House. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.Bedtime: 12++? 2++? not stable la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Under your bed: old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.Single most important question: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.Bad time of the day: at night when im rushing too do my homework and at the same time dying to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Your worst fear: allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.The weather is: ok i guess. i feel no wind here. what abt urs? aha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.Time: 9.22om WHAT? so fast one ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.Date: 19th august 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.Best trick did on someone: i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.Theme song: hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.Hardest thing about growing up: being in love &amp;amp; being heart broken later. oh yes, &amp; no more real fun times too! its all abt school, school... and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Funniest experience: oh alot! with these ppl arnd me, anything can happen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Scariest experience: seeing a cockroach in the kitchen. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.Silliest thing you have ever said: oh alot! &amp;amp; i forgot edy. eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.Most desperate and funniest thing i have done to get the opposite sex: i dun need to tell them anything la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.Scariest thing while you are with your friends: hah? hw can it be scary wit my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.Worst feeling: heartbreak. i agree wit u liy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.Best feeling in the world: love. i agree wit u too liy. aha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.AND NOW, THE SABOTAGING BEGINS!!!&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE EIGHT TO DO THE QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;1) cow&lt;br /&gt;2) hana&lt;br /&gt;3) mr alien red rhino ranger power fish blopblop!&lt;br /&gt;4) zikrie&lt;br /&gt;5) fiza! =)&lt;br /&gt;6) monster azza!&lt;br /&gt;7) kamu lah&lt;br /&gt;8) awak lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh so long la can? a true sabotage thing. but quite fun i guess. except for the driving part. stupid! oh and i fasted today. 10 more days to go. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115599454201048447?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115599454201048447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115599454201048447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115599454201048447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115599454201048447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115589547048873876</id><published>2006-08-18T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:10:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up today with a bad headache. my head was screaming in pain and my brains were like exploding sia. slept at 2 last night to complete my portfolio which mentioned in the previous post. haha! i can read the future laa. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i got only 15/20, and mdm nora went" nvm la. at least it was better than before." hello? by one mark? hw is 15/20 gona help me pull up my emaths marks! so i guess i must really work harder to beat the other students who had more points for their portfolio then i did. haha. somehow eh, i realised tt my class isnt so competitive, and i feel like im already far behind. they understand more than i do in class, and i cannot understand why. i get so upset sometimes, and wonder if im really not even worth to be in this class. eh what i talking? imagine if i was in cow's class or smth.s urely more pressure seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, will work harder for this common test! btw, today SS paper was total crap. i thought tt i could complete the paper on time since it was fully on source based questions. but heck was i wrong! i couldnt finish one question. aiyah. surely fail one. so tt means i have to double up my effort for history paper on monday. it isnt my favourite topic lah. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? oh yeah after school they had their dikir and after tt we went to the canteen, wher i slept for 30 mins flat. woke up only to find tt two of my friends were gone and cow was right in front of my face. haha. so we went to the farewell party for the sec 4s in malaydance and lets just say i felt a bit left out again. shruggs. dun wana talk about it. ate the pizza( hear tt alien!) and blablabla, after the party ended, helped the sec 1 girls in their emaths thing. then we went home. cow sent me to the bustop to stop the bus for me. hah! thanks alotalot! u see, if u are confused, i really have problems seeing the bus numbers. there was once i was sitting at tt bustop and i missed three buses or so cause i dint know it was my bus. luckily the next bus which came stopped because there were some other ppl who came along and took the same bus as me. sad i know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; aiman is so funny. i tried to purposely lie on him when he was reading(kay loking at the car adverts) the newspaper and he was like,"apasal kakak( what's wrong sister)?" in the most innocent way. and as i closed my eyes pretending to be asleep, i cannot help but to laugh because of his reaction to my sudden collapse. huha. bullying him is great fun okay! although he bullies me more la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done! now i can watch full house!&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay yay yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115589547048873876?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115589547048873876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115589547048873876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115589547048873876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115589547048873876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/woke-up-today-with-bad-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115589418232959117</id><published>2006-08-17T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:51:41.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was tiring. had cca after school so i couldnt fast. i have 11 more days to pay mind you! so yeah. today cannot fast cause it was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, i rushed to do my mindmap after school and after tt had malay dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i was very not semangat, cause, i duno? suddenly i feel that i am unwanted there. but after awhile i got the hang off it, and tehre were those who talked to me. i just feel left out lah sometimes. eh do i look tt arrogant? cause im not la kay! get tt in ur heads ppl! =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. azura &amp; me have to do this lamest step for hari raya. all the steps were fine, except for this. man, hw the heck am i gon do tt? i'll look so lame for sure. huha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hmm. after the dance practice for raya, blablabla, talked &amp;amp; talked wit cikgu bayah. i love her&lt;33 . she's the bestest teacher ever! no kid! too bad im lazy to type out the whole conversation, cause im dying to watch full house cause i missed it today. yes today. remember today(orginially) is friday and thursday was yesterday? and i spent the whole night till 2 to finish up my portfolio which i ended up getting 15/20 ONLY. WTH. all my hard work. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, after leaving school, went home wit nini and we were crapping as usual. &amp;amp; she was commenting on this girl's hair in front off us. haha! so bad la can! oily, fungi. aiyoyoyo. haha. but it was funny nonetherless. i love taking bus rides with her. for once, she does all the talking. hiho. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped of at shengsheong to buy a blardy purple file which was not even needed for the portfolio in the end because of its different shade of purple. so anyone, would like to buy a purple file from me for 2 bucks? cause i really dont need it and its not as if i dont have enough files at home. they're just not purple tts all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate the word shingsheong! i couldnt stop laughing the other time when my grandfather said tt out loud. haha! so yeah, i say it as,"singsong". mhmm. shengsheong sounds so awful kan? ok lame. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after tt, and did my portfolio, like a mad woman who's gona lose her mind. oh my sad, sad, sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115589418232959117?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115589418232959117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115589418232959117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115589418232959117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115589418232959117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115589352906910923</id><published>2006-08-16T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:32:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha .i hate lying. let's talk about today!. hoho. lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was fasting today, and it was a very challenging experience for me considering tt the canteen is filled with good food and i couldnt have any and also azza brought her icecream puffs specially for me before hmt only to realise later tt i was fasting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was patient. very patient. the day passed by like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;what else? oh i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115589352906910923?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115589352906910923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115589352906910923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115589352906910923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115589352906910923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115589334619959780</id><published>2006-08-13T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:29:06.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay dun get shocked hor when u suddenly so many posts appearing. i just dun like the idea of cramming into one post on what the whole week. so yeah, more posts lor. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pretend from nw that today really was that day.hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had madrasah in the morning. rushed home after it ended. had a bathe, did my hair and went out late. i thought i was late. but wellwell! i reached jurong east at  sharp!(++ la maybe.lol) so yeah. badron was there already. hoho.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we talked and talked and talked. he said my haircut made me look like a primary school kid. HELLO? &amp;&amp;amp; he even pointed to this sleng lower sec girl from his ex-school that were goin to and said that i looked much younger than her. okayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eyah. we took a bus to commonwealth secondary for its carnival. let's just say its not so hoo-haa like our school? and that was in a negative way btw. considering that they have done those carnivals many time and we did our first two years back, i can say riverside did a pretty good job hey! huha. so yeah. he was complaining to me of the long distance from the front of the bus to the back. lazy tall gala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, we met wit amir and too bad amir couldnt hang wit us cause he had to take care of his stall. bah! hoho. so we went out of the school ater eating lunch and buying ourselves candy floss, which was btw, VERY sticky. i suggested we go back to the interchange and hang there cause i haven been there in a long time! we WALKED there cause he INSISTED that it would be  a FUN walk. wth. the distance tt he made me walk was nothing compared to the distance i made him walk from the front to the back of the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked all the way to imm, and all the way he was talking to me about girls. oh my cousin seems to be in love. cant say it lah, but seriously, he was talking &amp; talking &amp;amp; talking on &amp; on &amp;amp; on abt his dream girl lah, this lah, that lah. like whatever! =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Imm, we did practically nothing. he told me tt there were cute things there, but i was told later from his mum that the juring centre had more things and tt i had asked the wrong person. well then who else did i have there seh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after tt we walked back to commonwealth sec. and i cannot forgive him for almsot getting us lost till i threatened to take a cab back to the school and leaving him there( lame la actually, considering tt he has alotalot of cold cash in tt fat wallet). and he was telling me lame jokes tt made me just stare blankly at him, not because i was confused, but because it was total lameness! and when it was my turn to tell him jokes, he would laugh &amp; laugh &amp;amp; laugh. i can entertain ppl who are lame la. but lame ppl cannot entertain me. makes sense? hoho. sorry im crapping here. i can see that my rate of typing is slwo, considering tt i haven typed long essays for quite some time. huha. and i havent chatted wit mr alien red rhino ranger power blop blop! wellwell, maybe he is as busy as i am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, this badron practically dragged me to his friends who nudge at him when they saw me and then pointing their fingers to me and him. then he'll reply," oh my cousin" and the same scene repeats and repeats. man! i should have listened to his advice when he warned me tt we'll get a lot of looks. he is after all known in tt school. oh whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so balblabla, then we met his other friend who hw shall i say? got a crush on me when he saw the neoprints us cousins took? couldnt quite hear what he said but all i knew was he introduced himself and held out his hand, but i just smiled. i cant possibly do that in front of badron right. come on! embarrasing la dey. hoho. so yeah, after that, my other cousins came and we went to the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop laughing in the haunted house! i was supposed to be scared i know. but then wit tt faruq express in front of me, i couldnt stop laughing. he kept yelling," you get lost!" when the ghost comes close to me. and there was this ghost which went right beside me and screamed? i duno? its either i was deaf or she was not yelling properly. well, all i can say was the whole haunted house thing wasnt scary at all. ohoh! and there was this ghost which came past us and when she say badron, she went," isnt this badron?" then she goes back to her," woooo~!" ghost crap. lol. i was, laughing, smiling, all the time.  5 bucks gone fer niothing! oh well, its the experience tt counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, after tt bought stuffs at the flea market befor going home. they dropped me off at the interchange and i went home through mrt. what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home with:&lt;br /&gt;1. manymany hairbands.=D&lt;br /&gt;2. colourful long erasers thingy. =D&lt;br /&gt;3. some food i bought for everyone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNDD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my feet all sore! &amp;amp; tired! i think badrona dn me walked more than 5 km? haish. i will nvr go out with him alone again! ok done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i dont wana bother checking the spelling errors thank you ver much! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115589334619959780?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115530333221547298</id><published>2006-08-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:35:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellohello! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been in the mood to update lately la. cause nothing interesting happened. hoho. but nvm. let's sum up on what has been happening for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, mum screwed up my plan to watch the fireworks with my paternal cousins with her, erm, lame excuses. but hey! got hikmah ok? turns out, there was no fireworks on that day! hah! poor azza &amp; fifi. huhu. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead, i went to my maternal grandparent's house as i was dying of boredom at home. was quite happy there because there was food, food, and more food! haha! so i ate and ate and ate! lol. and yeah, not forgetting, to catch things up with my maternal cousins. mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, i cant remember what i did. but i stayed at home the whole day. oh yah! i spent the whole day(almost) updating my emaths portfolio. erm, yeah i mentioned almost because i spent 3 hrs or so watching THE EIFFEL IM IN LOVE EXTENDED! huhuhu. first i watchd the whole movie, then i spent another half an hour or so watching the scenes that i like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: eiffel im in love the extended is different from the orginal movie okay! there were many scenes that were taken out from the original movie, making this extended movie the Collector's Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was melting the whole time! squealing here and there and aiman was looking at me like im some fagtard or summin. hohu. &amp;amp;&amp; samuel rizal is so hot okayy!! i kept smiling from yesterday till now everytime i think about him. -SCREAMS!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so for those who are interested to watch the extended movie, just type,"eiffel i'm in love"  at youtube search and there you go! its muchmuch better than the original movie. to me lah. &amp; to videoburner aka romelcool, you're so cool! for uploading the movie at youtube only la hor. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, just thinking about samuel rizal just makes me happy. =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. ok stop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and today, let's skip the events in the morning and talk about what happened after school. waited for the girls to finish their dikir then after tt cow went home and we went to the hairsaloon at marsiling interchange to cut my hair! haha. kay so, its more like a trim but the fringe, is very the obvious lah can! now i look like a total cina!=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that met zubair and he asked me to wait for 10 mins while he go to central and photocopy the worksheet. so i told him i'll go home first and meet him later. anyway, im thinking of getting him something for helping me out lah, despite being so sick(i think so lah he was sick.lol.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so looking forward to sunday! going with badron to the commonwealth carnival! but eh, he's making me self-conscious seh. telling me to dress up nicely &amp;amp; everything. i mean like, have i ever not dressed nicely hmm? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tmr mum wants to bring us out to expo and watch the fireworks if dad goes home early. okayyy. that's a surprise. we'll see how things turn out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shoo! goodbye.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115530333221547298?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115530333221547298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>isnt ironic when people tell you tt whatever you have done is wrong, but they themselves have done it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isnt it ironic how people gets all sorry for those who cried, when those who didnt cry may be in a worser situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worsest situation is not even knowing that what you have done is wrong. you dont even know what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then when you look at the faces around you, they just give you that you-are-so-bad look, just because youre confused about what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it strange how people behave? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. in conclusion, the whole day was a bad one due to that small itsy witsy issue. to me maybe. but whatever it is, through all conflicts, there is only one thing that i promise will never be broken- our friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115485472261093164</id><published>2006-08-06T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:22:42.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you meowmeows for being ever so patient when waiting for my ever so long post. =)&lt;br /&gt;so yes, when i haven written for  quite some time, i will obviously write a longlong post after that. one longlong post coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was nothing exciting. we had our healthy lifestyle in the morning and the sec 3s had to run. at first, i just walked with cow and some other ppl along the way. but then jan just HAD to leave me behind and run off without me. =( so i ran as well, trying to catch up with her, which, i failed to do. im starting to like running now. its not so bad once u get used to it. ive been running every week, so its getting better and better by the week yes. the classes after that were boring, except for the part when we ended chemistry, and mr cheong came up to me personally and asked me if i have been revising my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr cheong: have u been revising your work?&lt;br /&gt;me: -smiles- i have been &lt;u&gt;doing&lt;/u&gt; it. -smiles widely-&lt;br /&gt;mr cheong: but i asked you whether u have been &lt;u&gt;revising&lt;/u&gt; your work. -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;me: oh a bit.-smiles widely again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh dun get him wrong. he's always like that. asking random questions from everyone. kay so, after chemistry, school ended. did my emaths that i was supposed to pass up on that day a bit before going to qihua to eat with my cikgus=) : azza, fifi, haziqah, izzah. they were having they're first lessons there, so azza asked me to come along to try the mee soto there, which she said was superrr nice. surprisingly. zulaikha, my tuition classmate who used to be a qihuaian, liked the mee soto there too. it was okay i guess, but nothing beats the yummy mee soto from riverside. hoho.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after eating they went to their classes while i went back to riverside. for those who dunt know, our schools are right beside each other, and there's even this passage at the back which connects our school's and theirs. so yeah.i went back through that. then my girls hadta go for their dikir, so i waited for them in the canteen and completed my emaths hmwk. after which, i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i dun really know how i really slept lah, but all i knew was i slept for one hour and a half, and my head was aching so badly by then. so i woke up, only to find out that the auntie was already washing the canteen floor. so i went to the dance studio to see why they were taking so long and told them to take their bags. everyone wasnt in their very best moods, but i stayed there until their practice ended. they were good lah! reallyreally. now i feel like joining dikir instead of malay dance. hoho. but no! after all the effort i have put in my practices, i cant possibly do that. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt was friday. and erm, one thing i learnt on that day is to: never sleep in the canteen alone again! so paiseh laaaaaaaa. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition in the morning. english was fun, as always, whereas emaths was fucking boring. i tell you, tt hidayat needs to go for teaching lessons! he cant teach! he's not confident abt his answers, and there were those which he didnt even know how to do. i mean, how can THAT be possible! i was pissed because of that. but im sure he knows that im pissed, looking that the attitude that i put on in his class. but really lah, he needs to buck up. if not, i wouldnt think twice about dropping mendaki next year. sucks like faggin hell man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. after that went home. and seriously, i cannot remember what i did. but, at night, my parents were buggin me to follow them to esplanade to see the fireworks. i felt so guilty, cause i had already planned with my cousins to see the fireworks on the natiional day itself. i was JUST about to tell her abt our plans when she asked me that question. din wana let them down, so i went. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it turned up good after all. i din even havta get out of the vehicle! haha. there were lots and ltosa ppl there, so we figured, it would be better to see the fireworks from the highway. ok so that was dad's idea. he was like,"its in abt two minutes time. we can make it to the highway and we can get to see them on time." i got tired of his tiger-catching-prey-tak-jadi attitude that i asked him if he had newspapers, cause i was getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ada suratkhabar?(have newspaper?)&lt;br /&gt;dad: ada....kat kedai.(have...at the shop)&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;dad: you ask me such nonsensical questions.&lt;br /&gt;me: who knows! you may read newspapers here. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i never get to run away from my parents: their sarcasm. seriously la! they think that every question i ask them is nonsense. mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we reached the highway, the fireworks started! it was fantabulous! we were right beside the field where the men in black were shooting those fireworks in the sky. it was beautiful lah. my favourite one was were those that landed on the ground, like stars falling down from the sky. and yes, the second favourite is the colourful ones that just blend in together, reminded me of fishes. hahaha! dunoe why. colourful fishes laa. not those dead ones kay. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so funny! because, when the fireworks started, there was a sudden jam. haha. it lasted for 5 minutes, and when it ended, soon the jam cleared. like so lame kan! singaporeans, singaporeans. ahohoho. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that and watched this malaysian movie. there was pierre. -melts- and yeah, the hot girl from gol&amp;gincu. and there were the hero and heroin again. i was laughing and crying when i watched the movie. because. everytime i cry, something funny will pop out. too bad i couldnt catch the title(too lazy to know) but its a must watch too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts for saturday. mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to madrasah first thing in the morn. then when i got home, arranged all my worksheets cause i was searching for my peribahasa list. i have a test tmr can! &amp;amp;&amp; i found the hmt compo that i thought i lost! so happy! i remembered crying a few months back when mum suddenly decides to clear up my room and threw away some(alot la) of my worksheets and i thought she threw away that compo too. that compo was my favourite cause tt was the first time i got 59/70 for my hmt compo. haha. and just because of that, im feeling quite happy now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i watched nora danish's wedding show at tv3. haha! the benefits of having malaysia channels! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/noradanish.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so cute la can! haha. and look! she's wearing orange to match with my skin. okay LAME.&lt;br /&gt;her hubby looks a bit blur though ^ ^ but i think that's what she likes about him. haha. when he was being interviewed, she was putting flowers on his ears and stuff. so sweet laa. haha. and the wedding was so grand! and she looked beautiful in her wedding dress. whats new? lol. anws, all the best to her in her marriage life! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok taggy replies from my taggers! hah. ok here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liy: ya i noe its nice. haha. &amp;amp; tnx. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda: heyy! hw did u get here woman? haha. &amp; ok u will be linked! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diy: yeap there are lots and lotsa shops tt sells boxers &amp;amp; they're quite affordable yes. hoho. i jsut cant make up my mind which to get. i am very fickle-minded, mind you.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiza: haha. finally! ok dear. will link u. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now i am in a dilemma. dad wans me to follow him to this kenduri. mum wans me to shop with her at jb. my cousins want to bring me out to see the fireworks and sleep over at one of their houses. and all of them are on wednesday. &amp;amp; i, cant make up my mind. why is everyone so selfish? must think of me also la! aiyoh. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, on saturday, i broke the vacuum's hose thingy. the thing just tore. not my fault!=x &amp; just last week i spoilt dad's hp charger. wonder why things always go so wrong when i try to lend a helping hand. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough! now its time for homework! goodbye. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: to those who read till this far,u must be dead bored right. ok best. haha.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss:&amp;amp; sorry Fiko(miko's daughter) for neglecting you for the past few days. i jsut have so many things to do lately dear. but trust me, my love for you, and your grandma and father will always stay the same. haha. macam faham. anws, love you alot alot ok! muahmuah! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psss: those who are still reading this confirm damn bored edy. ok now shoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115475424802489134</id><published>2006-08-05T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:04:08.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The Strokes- You Only Live Once&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think they're always right&lt;br /&gt;Others are quiet and uptight&lt;br /&gt;Others they seem so very nice nice nice nice&lt;br /&gt;Inside they might feel sad and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-nine different attributes&lt;br /&gt;Only seven that you like&lt;br /&gt;Twenty ways to see the world&lt;br /&gt;Twenty ways to start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't don't don't get up&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh men don't notice what they got&lt;br /&gt;Women think of that a lot&lt;br /&gt;One thousand ways to please your man&lt;br /&gt;Not even one requires a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless odd religions, too&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter which you choose&lt;br /&gt;One stubborn way to turn your back&lt;br /&gt;This I've tried and now refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't don't don't get up&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115461259265745472</id><published>2006-08-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:43:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am being too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;i am being too paranoid!&lt;br /&gt;seriously khairani.  learn to take things easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah ok. im trying, im trying. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started sucky cause i fought( i almost wrote foughted. wth?) with my siblings and i left the house with the door slammed, cause i was feeling all fucked up already. &amp;&amp;amp; i saw a fickiting bigBIG cockroach in the kitchen and for a moment there i thought i could have fainted. so i quickly grabbed the pesticide and when i turned, the fickiting bigBIG cockroach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vanished.&lt;/span&gt; i was already in shallow breaths and i dashed out of the kitchen. stupid! we must call for the pests men fast! so they can faster killkill all this cockroaches and their family! seriously. but erm... are there such ppl called pests men or not? i dun tink so. maybe they have another name. any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, the minute i went out of my house, i felt much better. i always do when i get out of the house. and i cannot understand why. hmm. yabadeeyabadoo, the rest of the day ended like a breeze. initially, there was this stressed-up issue about the dikir thang, bt it was resolved later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people. heed my advice: dun get too stressed over that woman ok? she's just there to pressurise you, dun let her bring u girls down ok? ok. ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablabla then i had malay dance. finally! i understood the square step section. it took me 3 lessons to finally get it! woohoo. and lalalala. i finally bonded with them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with nini and we talked about lots and lotsa stuff. then she dropped off at this bustop and i took out the book i borrowed from nicholas that im so drawn to now. its entitled "The Lost Boy" by Dave Pelzer. its a sequel to the one titled,"The Child Called It." asked jan abt the book before this cause surprisingly she read it. hoho. she reads more books than me so secretly sumore! hmpph. but yah. i haven really been doing a lot of reading eversince i entered sec 3, so it was good that i got to read this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book, is a must read. its about a boy who lives in a broken home with an alcoholic-drinker mum(?) who never stops abusing him until he got help from the teachers from his school when they saw his bruises and stuff. and then it dint stop there lah. he faced a lot of things, bad things that is, when he left that broken home. i cried, i laughed, i smiled when i read it. and erm, i havent finished reading it so im not sure of the ending yet. i read all the way in the bus till it went one big round and i read while i walked and i read when i went home and i read for one hour on before bathing, haha! so as u can see, the book fascinated me. so its a must read ok! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm, my amaths teacher is back! ok so i will start to appreciate his well-being in the class. and yes, fine his teaching is much better. he wont let me do anything else but amaths durig his lesson and that, is good. hoho. but today he spent the whole lesson showing us the pics he took when he was in UK, and talk and talk and talk. bt interesting laa. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where IS my sister? time check its 9.27 and she's not back yet. i wan ask her some emaths qs la. and im feeling so sleepy can. sigh. faster cannnn. sighsigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes, are fluttering. and my eyelids are feeling so heavy. ok fine. i better go finish reading the book while waiting for her before i fall asleep. goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115461259265745472?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115461259265745472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115461259265745472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115461259265745472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115461259265745472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-being-too-paranoid.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115451811121266490</id><published>2006-08-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:02:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;waitwait. before i forget, yesterday, i took a cab to school wit sharizan, aisyah(4/9) and shakir. and the cab driver was so bling bling lah! with his gold steering wheel and gold earring(left ear), he was erm.. speeding!(maybe cause he knew we were late. BUT STILL.) and blasting the get the party started song by pink. hah! the girls at the back were trying not to laugh. TRYING. then he was like asking shakir" turn left?" with his confident right eyebrow lifted up. and when we went out of the cab, we realised that he was blasted the music DAMN loud la. hah! funnyfunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so tt was what i wanted to talk about yesterday but somehow i forgot. oh you know when you get so excited to post a post, then realising later than you forgot half of what you wanted to say. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh lalala. i got 52/70 for my latihan 50 wkst laaa. =)&lt;br /&gt;duno whether its considered good or not, but i think it is! i lost six marks because i FORGOT to write down the sentences for these two words la. i duno how i could have forgotten it. but im so happy because, for comprehension( the long writing one ok!) i got 25/26! hah! amazing how i always just pass for english comprehension. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so, had our formal letter writting for hmt just now, and yes, i wrote crapp. so i guess i wont do so well for it lah. bah! how can i possibly concentrate when i was laughing and laughing and laughing before the paper? haha. i realised that i laugh a lot. everyday laugh. haha. its just tt im surrounded by happyhappy and VERY sporting ppl, you see. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i have been thinking a lot about the allahyarham hani mohsin. sigh. i see him everywhere. in my head, in the media, and when i dun think of him, the next thing i know, his look alike will appear beside me in the train!( it happened just now ok!) sigh. its really sad. and i feel for his daughter who speaks veryVERY good english! i used to hate his acting lah, but when i saw his dead body on tv, i just see a sad man who once lived and never got to feel everlasting love. i mean, after divorcing and breaking up with his gf, and being at the age of 42, i wouldve felt the same way as he did when he lived. he was lonely. all alone. with only his daughter(cause he's an orphan**).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. scared i will become like tt lah. when i go 40 i mean.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what cikgu said is true. you can never tell when you will die. even if u were compared with a 70 year old man, He can just decide to take your life away. you can never say," oh i am still young. still have a long way to go." you know that kinda thing? yeah. tt is what tt has been at the back of my mind since last week i think? hmm. i have been doing a lot of reflecting lately. like so much you know! i cant count how many reflections i have done today! if i was given the character development reflection worksheets, i think i would need like 100 of those pieces of reflection worksheet to write about my daily reflections. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! i wan learn how to play the guitar lahhh. pleeeeeeee(x10)ase?&lt;br /&gt;i keep imagining myself strumming a guitar you know. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay keep dreaming khairani. it never hurts to dream! i have a dream~~( i think only rss kids would know what the heck i am talking abt. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dingdingdingding! times up! time for dinner/tea(?) haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata sauce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115451811121266490?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115451811121266490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115451811121266490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115451811121266490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115451811121266490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-waitwait.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115442233872490266</id><published>2006-08-01T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:52:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay yay! today i went home superr early. at least for me, its early lah. reached home at arnd 3? hmms. i din feel like lepaking anywher, so decided to go home. haha. unbelievable~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i was laughing my ass off again in class, as usual. and yeah, its the same old same. jun jie was cracking jokes, which were really working well on me. during amths lesson, i couldnt understand a single thing that the releave teacher was trying to say, so i got bored of staring at his face, and i went to the back of the class to sit wit jan and azza. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soonafter, our physics teacher=) , passed by our class and jun jie started his crap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun jie: oh my. she's wearing a pajamas! she wake up from her bed straight away go school ah.&lt;br /&gt;jun jie: and she walks at 9km/h to school cause she doesnt want to be late!&lt;br /&gt;azza: but that's like so long!&lt;br /&gt;jun jie: she's an old lady what!&lt;br /&gt;jun jie: then she realises that she was too slow and decided to take the bus.&lt;br /&gt;jun jie: "oh no!" she says." i wonder how long the bus will take!" &lt;br /&gt;jun jie: so she quickly went out of the bus and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drew a velocity-time graph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun jie: " oh no! i am goin to be late!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO ON. hahaha. i couldnt stop laughing at his jokes! andand when it came to physics lesson, he dint stop crapping la. when our physics teacher was fuming cause she couldnt stand the noise anymore, " i am not happy!" she says, then jun jie will go," this is serious" in the tone the teacher usually uses when she gives us one of her warnings. haha! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during english, we had to read this passage to prepare ourselves for our eng oral and we had to read it aloud in groups. so, it was jin seng's turn to read lah. there was one part which made me laugh. correction: all four of us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jin seng:...be round the next corner. Next week,( it was supposed to be &lt;u&gt;last&lt;/u&gt; week)&lt;br /&gt;shabana: NEXT?!( eyes wide open)&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: eh nonononono! i repeat the sentence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time he said that, i had my paper over my face and i was laughing. uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when it came to shabana's turn, we were all laughing SO bad that we had to cool oursleves down before she could read. so it took us a few seconds, and she took a deep breathe, when suddenly... THE BELL RANG. hahha! funny sia. then we laughed and laughed and laughed and..yeah you got it. LAUGHED. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. today was hilarious. they're much more funnier than when i wrote them down. so, yeah, too bad. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back to reality, i'm superr worried with my amaths because i just simply cant understand the releave teacher's teaching! which is so ironic because haziqah said that she understood amaths the first time after he taught us. hmm? i catch no ball la in his class. so like, one minute, i'll be playing wit miko(he's gon get married soon!=D) then the other minute i'll be at the back of the class, and he doesnt even care! seriously. that worries me. and i thought that the releave teacher was gon be better la. and i was wrong. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, looks like from now on i'll have to do self practice.a maths self practice that is. and pratice and practice and practice. leceh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ii-in's birthday is just around the corner! haha. can make ic edy la hor. haha. and she's taller than me when im older than her! how unfair. its scary when i walk past tall lower sec kdis and they look down at me, and smile. scary ok! but then, i dunt understand why some of them are like so afraid to smile! so yeah. guess what i did just now? i randomly chose a girl, and i smiled. haha. my my. she was like so shocked la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and err, i left my file under the classroom table at the hmt place. STUPID. then during bio, i dint bring my worksheet. so when my mdm ho asked me why was i taking so long to take out my worksheet, this was how the conver went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i left my worksheet in my file( she gave that O shaped mouth xpression)&lt;br /&gt;me: which i left under the table at my hmt class( bigger O xpression)&lt;br /&gt;me: which is in bukit panjang gvt high( biggest O xpression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dint bring my eng worksheet either, but miss hesley was in a too good mood to scold me. so she just asked me to write down the answers and share jin xiang's wkst. WHICH he was SUDDENLY so nice to share with me. hahehihohu. so, choy jin xiang aka jin seng aka xiang(called by shabana) was supeerr nice to me today. and he dint even snap at me. not even once. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on a very tight budget now. besides the fact tt im saving up to spend and spend and spend on ii-in's birthday, i'll TRY to spend as little as possible this week. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and azza! thanks for the cheeseballs treat yesterday. but you shouldnt have. treated me so much you know. mak monyet should belanja anak monyet, not the other way round! but thanks anyway yah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alalala. i have alot alot of hmwk to do. and yes, i owe tt alien a testimomo, so im gon write one now. ok i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: hey bitch! get lost. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115442233872490266?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115442233872490266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115442233872490266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115442233872490266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115442233872490266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-yay-today-i-went-home-superr.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115409616807295873</id><published>2006-07-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:54:51.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESSA!&lt;br /&gt;-wipes off tears-&lt;br /&gt;my com has recovered!&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok so what i did was, click here, click there.&lt;br /&gt;oh face it. im a &lt;u&gt;computer genius.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like real only khairani.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells! anyway, from tomorrow on, there will be long posts from me! as usual! yayness. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for destroying &lt;u&gt;us.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a way or another, im glad that you're gone. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115409616807295873?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115409616807295873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115409616807295873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115409616807295873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115409616807295873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/yessa-wipes-off-tears-my-com-has.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115407365069634790</id><published>2006-07-28T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:04:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;this is SO very the &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to connect to the internet at home!&lt;br /&gt;and i dunt know why! =(&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME. HELP ME. ='(&lt;br /&gt;i miss my com already. i miss chatting for hours already. i miss writing long posts already.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, this only started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of me not gettin to use MY com is just so upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and for those lower sec kids who dunt know me, and you do not like me(somehow), never jump to conclusions. i do NOT bite ok? ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay then. this is a super short post. since i dont have much time to type cause im not at home. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this so shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115407365069634790?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115407365069634790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115407365069634790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115407365069634790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115407365069634790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahhhhh-this-is-so-very-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115392622310772514</id><published>2006-07-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:03:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so very the penat!&lt;br /&gt;i jsut spent five mins mumbling to myself on how to plug the keyboard wire to the cpu after it somehow detached. i duno how. so timecheck its 10.30 and i havent had dinner! sigh. kay so, i'll spent abt fifteen mins to write then i'll go eat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a drag, like the days before. for english lesson, we had the troublesome word thingy wher we were given a worksheet full of troublesome words and it was fun reading it through with the class. especially with jun jie. hoho.=)&lt;br /&gt;after the english lesson, he wanted to refill his waterbottle, so he came up to miss hesley to ask for her permission to go out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jj: miss hesley, may i please go out and refill my waterbottle?( british speaking)&lt;br /&gt;mh: no you may not.&lt;br /&gt;jj: haah? but i wan refill my waterbottle le. (sudenly in spore accent)&lt;br /&gt;mh: jun jie, when i say no, you should say thank you, miss hesley.&lt;br /&gt;jj: oh, thank you miss hesley!(walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jun jie. =)&lt;br /&gt;he makes me laugh all the time, even in my saddest days. i miss sitting in the same group as him. seriousy, no one can get mad at his jokes. they're just so funny. hoho. so he was crapping the whole day, as usual, which made me enjoy the lessons in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during hist, i tried to keep myself awake, struggling my eyelids to open. haha. and the weather was so humid makes me wana sleep more. luckily, she ended 5 mins before the bell rang, and i took the oppurtunity to sleep. for five minutes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt refreshed for emaths, which was okay. then it was recess. haha. sad seh. cow and me were the only ones who came amongst the five of us so nini came over and talked with us for awhile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i liked her ma and pa pic. so fit kan? hoho. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay then had mt lesson which i spent playing with Miko(niko's son.=D) and talked and talked with my monyets.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home straight after school to get my ezlink card, which i left at home. then went out again and met up wit my monyets before heading to cck. after reaching there, we waited for anak jufri and browsed through the pasar malam things. the things there are like so cute can. sigh. i HATE not having money. i am not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when anak jufri came, we walked slowly to bukit panjang gvt high wher we have our hmt lessons and we were like so crazy sia. what with that azza laughing so bad till she was sitting on the grass, laughing. haha. it was reallyreallyreally fun. hmt is fun when all of us are there.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anak jufri is a really nice guy. =)&lt;br /&gt;lets be frank, he's not the boyfriend material, but a reallyreally good friend. and big brother lol. macam faham. haha. ok so after hmt went with azza and izza to cp since the rest went home already. went to seven 11 to get my sugary doughnut because i was starving, but it was not enough lah. so while azza and izza were queuing for their bubble tea, i went to mcD to get my double cheeseburger. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent had mcD burgers in a ver long time ok! hmms. went home, then i slept(somehow) after playing with Miko =D, though i remembered reminding myself not to sleep. seriously seh. ive been sleeping in the evenings for three straight days. i dun wana grow mad le. like azza. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done. i actually finished my hmt hmwk! that i was supposed to pass up long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder how my life would be like without food. then maybe, i can learn to appreciate food better. its sad when i see myself gobbling down food, cause i know its not good. or feminine either. and im trying. to chew my food slower. to eat at a slower pace. so that i wont feel so full or eat too much. and im still trying to practice that. give me time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. yesterday, i had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt abt hafiz?&lt;br /&gt;you know when you get unexpected things, you keep saying to yourself, am i dreaming, am i dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;and  yeah i said the same thing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i WAS dreaming. how awesome. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dun wana share abt the dream lahh.&lt;br /&gt;at least not here. wher everyone jsut reads and reads.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE they have got nothing better to do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then. happy eating meowmeows! im off for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115392622310772514?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115375425387153751</id><published>2006-07-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:17:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, humans are just so hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mari kita berfalsafah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tell people that we are not sensitive when in fact, we are sensitive. we say that we do not care abt other people's remarks but in fact, every bad remark just makes us feel worse and we feel, how shall i put is, threatened? think about it. if you do not care about other's people thoughts and feelings about you, you wouldnt care more or less about that person or even bother thinking about him/her. only a very thick skinned person wouldnt care about remarks that will hurt them because to them, they are invincible. why do people pretend that they are strong when they are not? it jsut makes me wonder how people are so blind to their weaknessese. we all know that every heart's bound to get hurt at bad remarks tt people give to them. right? wrong? well its all in your heart. people will believe whatever tt comes out of your mouth and belive you, but you know that you can never fool yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are people who discriminate other people of different sizes. this, i am referring to are people who are obese. i really cant understand why everyone seems to be turning their backs against these people. and they never stop jeering abt these people, saying oh she who is a fat girl should be paired up with this loser. say for example, i have a classmate named A. then there's three of my classmates who play scissors paper stones everyday to see who has to end up sitting behind her during the assembly. now whats up with that attitude? so youre saying everyone has to be your size just to be your friend? i agree maybe that person can be irritating at times, but by discriminating him/her by their size, isnt that just a little too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next are people who makes so much noise in class and gives excuses that the teacher isnt a good teacher. at times we all know that surely there will be a teacher who sucks at taking care of the class and teaching the class at the same time. but we can always give them a chance right? say if we can just shut up for that one hour and keep asking him questions when we dun understand, surely he'll try to explain again right? i mean how far can he go? he cant possibly kill you for asking him questions. who knows if u can give him a chance, he may work through his way and get his job done. see? everything is possible. it lies on your own hands, its whether you can see it or not. it all lies on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic isnt it? we keep blaming people or fate that our lives are that way when we are the ones who decide how our lives should be like. life is always filled with complications and obstacles. you have to be strong. dun keep blaming people for the wrongs when actually youre the one who's turning everything to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered a line from my malay listening compre last monday. and it somehow got me thinking so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sikap manusia memang sukar untuk difahami"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's attitude is just so hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qs: who had a sleepy day?&lt;br /&gt;ans: I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was boring lah. had class phototaking. i was pissed cause i hadta sit at the front, when there were some who were much shorter than me and they purposely queued at the back so that they dint have to sit. wth. so i sat beside miss hesley. blablabla. then went to hmt wit the monyets. veryveryvery fun.=)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. we talked about the "Bs" and stuff. haha. i was laughing my ass off tho when we entered the class i suddenly felt sleepy again. sigh. i just cant do proper worl on humid weathers lah. so i did my comprehension anyhow. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept the minute i got into my room and woke up three hours later. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its 11.06 . eh what am i doing here?&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll be waking up super early again to complete my homework. ok then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115375425387153751?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115375425387153751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115375425387153751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115375425387153751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115375425387153751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-humans-are-just-so-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115365046622094400</id><published>2006-07-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:32:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally. ive decided to write again. hoho. kay so, everyone knows racial harmony ended on friday. actually, i was looking for our class pics but looks like no one who has it is online now, so forget abt it lah. this willl do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak monyet and me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="884" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/azzakhairani.jpg" width="571" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're the girls in the pink.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="411" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/hanakhai.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kompang stall. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="237" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/rhd1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does fara(ii-in lol) think i am? her maid ah? '_'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="415" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/rhd2.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i really din expect fara to pose tt way seh. felt like an amah now. hoho. well, racial harmony was okay i guess. the punjabi suit, though very nice, was killing me, bcause of its texture lah. i felt tt those who dint wear traditional clothes really lost a whole lot of fun taking pics and everything. i mean, its not the same when wearing traditional clothes and taking pics and wearing uniform and taking pics. isnt it like plain boring if u just wear uniforms? yeah my point exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i must say my kompang stall did a great job in TRYING to make everyone play. TRYING means there were SOME people who are just plain stubborn to give it a try. well, i know who exactly are they but im not gona say anything. except for one case, which i find very hard to forgive. i was asking this sec 1 girl to come up to the front with some other classmates of hers to try out playing the kompang together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: come on. u get to pick and sabo one of your classmates after u play and ask them to come up. everyone will have their turn.&lt;br /&gt;she: i dun wann.&lt;br /&gt;me: come on lah... see? your friends are already up there.&lt;br /&gt;she: i dun wann. i dun wann.&lt;br /&gt;me: come on lah. u must have rs2pirit maa. (smiles. oh wait. ive been smiling all the way anyway)&lt;br /&gt;she: i dun wann. i dun wann. i dun wann.&lt;br /&gt;me: alah. can lah. ure a riversidian right?&lt;br /&gt;she: no im not.&lt;br /&gt;me:(stops smiling) then what are u doing here then?&lt;br /&gt;she: i duno. but i dun wann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau eh. make me sound like i wan rape her seh. so i jsut ignored her and asked a guy to come out instead. i think out of all her classmates, only one girl i called up is very sporting. the rest, was utter shit. ouh and you know what? at the next round, she came right up and performed. LOSER[!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish. anyways, i wana apologise to divya cause she was like teaching them all the way. while i was there, staring at those stupid losers who refuse to participate. childish really. oh well, they'll change when they're sec 3. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then not all sec ones are like tt i know. so stop feeling so inferior after i said tt ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after the whole thing ended i was sweeping the floors of the hall as the picture above. fun lahh really. hoho. after tt went to nura's house and changed cause i felt really uncomfortable. and then i helped fara change her friendster skin and stuff. then we met nura cow downstairs and went to azza's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azza eh. like forcing ppl to buy her thing you know. kay not like forcing. BUT forcing!! bad service seh azza. lol. =) and i bought a butterfly shirt from her. ok dah. tts for friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, had our meeting again. ok maybe i havent mentioned this before in my blog but im gona be a trainee teacher in a weeks time! only those ppl who's taking it too knows how excited i feel now. hoho. okay so, we're having this programme called the malay conversational programme wher we are supposed to teach students from primary school who are from other races to speak malay. its gon be real fun cause we are really supposed to be teachers, and theyre supposed to call us cikgu. haha. fun ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand i really like these meetings cause the moe teachers always bring us sweets and food that we can eat while they talk to us. like real teachers ok! i felt so grand and important. hoho. anyway, im gon do it with hana so we hope can control the class la. hee.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablabla, after the meeting went to azza's house again for the official flea market. hoho. and i like her mum's cooking la! sedap bangat!! after the girls bought what they wanted, we went home. initially, mum wanted to go to my great-grandma's with me, but duno why she suddenly changed her mind so i told her i wanted to go my granny's lah. then she say dun nid to go. so being a good daughter(trying), i just followed what she said tho half of her excuses doesnt make sense? awesomely strange lah. ouh wells, i apologised to badron already for not coming, so, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so in deep shit. i have no idea what homework i have which obviously means i haven done any and im feeling so blur + scared + worried. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh is it like a trend nowadays to have a boyfriend? it irritates me lah when ppl ask me," so who's your boyfriend?" i mean, does it really matter? in the end, these relationships just end of like tt so what's the use? i get the mdm nora bgr talk already so stop drilling the fact tt i have no boyfriend and i need one! cause im perfectly fine without one ok? ok. so now, im opened to dating! woohoo. but then, its so rare nw tt ppl ask u for a date, cause now, its like friends, then stead. hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyREALLY wana watch pirates of the caribean 2! but then, i just remembered tt im gona be broke after buying a new ezlink card and tt sucks. so i have to wait till next week. BUT WHAT IF NEXT WEEK THE MOVIE ENDED IN THE CINEMAS? then i'll have to curse the bangla man again. seriously seh. this ppl really makes my life difficult. what with the girl who stole my card and took four books from the library which made me have to pay the fines which adds up to 108++, now i have to waste more money into getting an ezlink card. sucks really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then. in the end, im all to blame. for being so inresponsible/ careless/ just plain blur. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done! now i wana sit down at one corner and think about all the homework tt is to be done and start doing it. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. PEOPLE. pleasePLEASE dun be so superstitious can? thirteen is not a badluck number! if it is, then i would have died or something jsut by living at the thirteen floor. just wanted to say this cause last week something happened which kinda piss me off. there was this group of boys who took the same lift as me, and when i went out, one of them said," i thought tt 13 is a bd luck storey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your uncle ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115365046622094400?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115365046622094400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115365046622094400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115365046622094400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115365046622094400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115322419184534569</id><published>2006-07-18T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:15:14.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayness. lets talk about today. today is full of shitness. the only good thing abt today was tt i got to escape english lesson, which i will only be doing my SAIL test tmr. made myself nestem =D today but it tasted like crap because i put HL milk instead of condense milk. what?? the instructions said to add milk ma. so i add milk la. haha. then during assembly cow told me tt i was supposed to put condense milk. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND. tmr i will make very nice nestem for myself. friskies enjoyed my nestem tho. so i let her eat half of mine. hmms. then i came to school at the usual time with sharizan, when suddenly she asked," khairani youre not involved in the cultural thing eh?" and i was like, SHIT! how can i forget? so i rushed to the ava to find my group practising with their kompangs. haha. when i came they finished, so i was panting and i said," so can we practice?" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance was crap cause they changed last minute and repeated the whole thing twice, the front ppl laughed(at me) but heck, i dun care. being sec 3 and getting laughed at isnt such an embarassment. cause graduation will be in a year and a half more! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons after tt were pretty boring. mr kwok was in his pms-y mood and he made us stay in class for ten minutes during recess, cause we were not doing his work for the whole lesson. i, was busy playing with niko, and the rest were talking away. only a handful did their work so, he got mad lah. but then eh. he scold oso like very the merepek. sungguh tidak convincing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess(mee soto ^ ^ ) had biology and there was a biology test, which i dint study. heh. i din know why everyone was so worried. i mean, its just a class test. and i also wanted to see how much i paid attention in class so, yeah i din study. but mainly also because yesterday i was really upset about the wallet issue and i had no mood to do homework so i watched &lt;u&gt;freaky friday&lt;/u&gt; instead. nice lah. but then too drama mama for me. haha. was touching tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the biology test, i just wrote whatever came to mind, wrote so much that i dun have any idea if it makes any sense. hoho. after tt was physics.&lt;br /&gt;-_______-" fickitting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we left school to sembawang sec. it was okay lah, except for our presentation. i could see that they found it kiddy2, but it was nice tt they played along. accept for this certain school who said _____ after our performance. oh well, ours was better than theirs so whatever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i liked best when this chinese guy was strumming his guitar during their presentation! i just like looking at people playing the guitar lah. haha. so when is my turn eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest was pretty boring with powerpoint slides and stuff, and i SO LOVE THE HISTORY ROOM. its blardy awesome i tell you. everything in the room is about the history and it was so niiice. even mrs lee who was sitting beside me kept looking around with amazement. haha. she's so cute. and she can hear whatever i muttered to myself. and she laughed. uncomfortable but what the hell. i love her! btw, tt was the first time i saw her in long pants, cause she always wear long pretty skirts. she looks more formal, but then it makes her shorter la. haha. short edy make herself shorter. wad oni. but she still looks sweet la. =) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablabla then came teatime! some students came and said tt they liked our performance -_-" then after tt we did a group discussion with different schools. the sports school girls are so huge i tell you. they look like warriors seh, with the muscles and their skirts which looks like shorts. haha. and i was also grouped with two woodlandsring kids, which i think are couples cause they keep sticking with each other. they were malays, so i asked them about sharmizan. apparently, the guy knew about him and he told me tt sharmizan got kicked out of school because of his discipline i think. sighs. and i heard tt he's involved in gangsterism? haish. sharmizan, sharmizan. there goes woodgrove primary's pretty boy. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wennt home after tt and we were offered by this woodland sec teacher, whom i recognised as one of the ex-rss teacher cause i remembered her back in p6 wen she came to my primary school to talk abt rss, to drop us at woodlands interchange. when we wanted to board the bus, the stupid bus driver was giving us problems. the teacher like want punch his face sia. haha. but then, being a teacher, she has a higher tolerance of patience and so she ignored. then the stupid bus driver dropped us at marsiling mrt instead of woodlans. i mean, what so wrong abt dropping us at the woodlands interchange? the journey is so short lah. i just cant stand this type of ppl. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gues the whole n5 cluster for humanities was okay, but then most of the kids are, shall i say arrogant? i had such a hard time smiling at them because of their stuck-up faces. the sembawang councillors( i think?) were very nice. and hospitable too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped by at the mamak's shop under my block and bought 5 pakcets of apollo chocolate balls. im getting addicted to them really. and im really in a tight budget now because i need to save to get myself a new ezlink card. =( i dun wana tell my parents this time cause it has been like so many times seh. i must learn my lesson. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so tired when i went home and i just fell into my bed. then i wanted to wipe my face with my clean and clear oil control, only to realise tt it was in my op wallet, which i lost yesterday. GREAT. now the bangladeshi worker not only has my seven eleven card and my op wallet and some coins(heh), he also can clean his shiny face with my oil control blotter. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually starting to accept fate tt ive lost my wallet. who knows? it may be a blessing in disguise. im just keeping in mind tt god is testing me. who knows tmr the clouds may rain cash and ill be a millionare. heh. ok fine im merepek-ing here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, during the boring powerpoint slides presentation by the sembawang teachers(two of them in only lah. the other one was pretty interesting), i was thinking on what to wear for racial harmony. then ive decided, PUNJABI SUIT! haha. next year will be sari cause i want its like very grand rite then sumore i graduating ma. haha. the next thing you know it, im getting married to a hindustan man. bangra style. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. whatever lah khairani. haha. ok. i have tons of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun say tt another person is being sensitive when ure sensitive too. dun be so paranoid and think tt the whole world is keeping track about you, your life and talking about u always cause we're not. so tts not the whole world isnt it?=) and dun point fingers at people and call them backstabbers/liars.because, it may have happened in the past and youre not sure if the person apologised or not right? so all im saying here is to &lt;u&gt;never jump to conclusions.&lt;/u&gt; never say things which ure not sure off and quickly point fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never say tt ure better than the other, cause thats when everything goes wrong. no one is perfect, and so are you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115322419184534569?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115322419184534569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115322419184534569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115322419184534569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115322419184534569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/yayness.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115313632722391800</id><published>2006-07-17T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:38:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;because i LOST MY WALLET.&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE TT I GOT JUST LAST WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is like the eighth time already?&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake lah khairani.&lt;br /&gt;when will you ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;i should have suspected tt the bangladeshi worker was acting suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;he was staring at me in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidknnbcbkanasaifickiting bangladeshi worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE, im just not fit enough to be wallet-owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO THE BANGLADESHI WORKER, YOURE SUCH A DISGRACE. COME TO OUR CONTRY TO GET GOOD MONEY NOT BE SOME FUCKINGLY STUPID PICKPOCKEt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115313632722391800?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115313632722391800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115313632722391800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115313632722391800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115313632722391800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-mood-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115302517641617794</id><published>2006-07-16T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:14:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;since im bored, i will do the tagging thing tt i owe zik.&lt;br /&gt;its revenge btw. hahaa. ok go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;1.) my life evolves around food. =)&lt;br /&gt;2.) i hate waiting for people. even if it means a mere 5  minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3.) i am impatient and i cant stand ppl who make me repeat things tt ive just said.&lt;br /&gt;4.) i like observing people&lt;br /&gt;5.) i cant stand ppl who are so full of themselves&lt;br /&gt;6.) i dun hurt people without a reason&lt;br /&gt;7.) i always feel guilty over small reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Scares Me:&lt;br /&gt;1.) God&lt;br /&gt;2.) losing my love ones&lt;br /&gt;3.) dying&lt;br /&gt;4.) BEES. omg.&lt;br /&gt;5.) running&lt;br /&gt;6.) getting hit by a soccer ball. it hurts seh.&lt;br /&gt;7.) heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Music At The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1.) relient k- which to bury, us or the hatchet&lt;br /&gt;2.) peterpan- menunggu pagi&lt;br /&gt;3.) ungu- seperti waktu yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;4.) the cranberries- zombie&lt;br /&gt;5.) the white stripes- seven nation army&lt;br /&gt;6.) finch- letters to you&lt;br /&gt;7.) the cardigans - godspell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Like Most:&lt;br /&gt;1.) food&lt;br /&gt;2.) kitties&lt;br /&gt;3.) cutepretty things?&lt;br /&gt;4.) my tamagotchi&lt;br /&gt;5.) my shoes&lt;br /&gt;6.) my gfs&lt;br /&gt;7.) AND ______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Say The Most:&lt;br /&gt;1.) huh?&lt;br /&gt;2.) ok go!&lt;br /&gt;3.) ah what??&lt;br /&gt;4.) duno&lt;br /&gt;5.) haha!&lt;br /&gt;6.) i mean its like...&lt;br /&gt;7.) oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take tt mr zikrie. was pretty fun though. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115302517641617794?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115302517641617794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115302517641617794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115302517641617794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115302517641617794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-since-im-bored-i-will-do.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115302497753535550</id><published>2006-07-16T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:42:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shucks. plans were cancelled today cause i duno how but somehow koko has five stiches on his head. ni mesti fight2 lah. haiyo. he refused to tell me and he said he was sorry to screw up today's plans and tt he'll tell me what happened some other time. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people. DEAREST people. can u guys stop fighting/sparing? its reallyreally bugging me. i mean yeah, it may be fun BUT PLEASE LAH. its ur life ure risking here. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway koko, get well soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;the outing, can be pushed to another date ok? u go rest with emily larlink.&lt;br /&gt;emily, btw, is his hotHOT grey persian cat who looks like rug when left alone.&lt;br /&gt;and she is so very the adorable.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and koko should be honoured this whole post sumarises about his life and his beautiful cat, emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i have no more mood to write cause i'll be doing nothing but emaths self-practice this whole afternoon. boredom always strikes the wrong times. really. eh what i talking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115302497753535550?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115302497753535550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115302497753535550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115302497753535550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115302497753535550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115296822565175522</id><published>2006-07-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:57:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;today is boring and weird. everyday is. it feels like im in lala-land, walking around like a zombie, not knowing where my life is heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remove the tagboard can?&lt;br /&gt;i remove the links can?&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like i want it to be a mystery on who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;eh but then, nvm lah. buat bodo sudah. those who want to tag, you tag, if u dun tag oso, i dun care. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so today had the cip thing. we hadta collect newspapers to raise funds for the less fortunate in our school. tiring, but fun ok? i went to every floor with yen shan and it was fun. hoho. sumore long time nvr talk to her ma so it was good catching things up with her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw many different residents, some are nice, and some are just plain scary. aiyah. dun wana say lah. but well, guess what? i met my old primary 3 school friend! we sorta forgot each other's name cause we only talked during our malay dance practices( in primary school) and blabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i got to eat my ramen! yayness. and i saw my cikuuuuuu.=DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciku is cikgu haizat lah. i miss him! he was at banquet too, eating with his prettyPRETTY princesses.X) haha. all so chio sia. he asked me how i was and stuff. then before he left he asked me whether i had a boyfriend already and i said no. haha. well he shouldnt have added the already. if he dint, i was being HONEST okayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh but then strange lah. he doesnt have any white hair. i also thought he looked a but stress lah. either that, or he just doesnt wana show his crazy side to his princesses. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we were walking to the bus stop when i saw roziyah! haha. eh why today i see random ppl from my primary school? haha. this is a sign that i have to visit the school this year during teachers day and meet everyone again! and not forgetting to eat the mee soto there. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness. mum agreed to let me go out with my paternal cousins tomorrow!! woohoo. so tmr will be a blast! haha. and im missing them already sia. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh and you know what?&lt;em&gt; i am not gonna bother&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;reading it anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;never.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you keep the bad but the good you just forget.&lt;br /&gt;five words: i am dissapointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye meowmeows.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115296822565175522?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115296822565175522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115296822565175522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115296822565175522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115296822565175522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/lalalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115287898506298160</id><published>2006-07-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:09:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been stung by a bumble bee. are bumble bees like any other ordinary bees? well, i got the stung yesterday when i was walking in the dark in my kitchen. it really hurt, but then im surprised that im not dead yet? the minute i got stung, the first thing that came into my mind was," i dun wana die. i dun wana die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange lah. then i realised how short life is and how we should treasure it. i was crying cause i was afraid to die, showing how unprepared i am to live in the pits of  the kubur(grave). who isnt seh? someone so religious or old and wise maybe. im just an innocent(ehem) young girl who still wants to achieve her ambitions and dreams. so yeah. the fear of dying due to the bee sting is still there. cause there may be later effects. but im praying that its just a swell and nothing will happen. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, came to school today asking my friends," will you die if u got stung by a bee" the first thing when i saw them. and azza was so cute lah. she was eating a banana in hall before the assembly and as you know, we hmt kids call ourselves as the monyet family, so yeah. very the funny. azza, thursday must bring for me banana okeh! so i can run fast. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jannah said that worse come to worse theyll chop of my toe. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually prayed that it will rain so that i dunt have to run for the healthy lifestyle and get my toe more injured, and my prayers were answered.=) so it drizzled a bit and we had assembly in the hall instead. after that was our lessons and it was okay. i really think jin seng is irritated with me. haha. you will know after you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: jin xiang will u die if u got stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: it depends on what bee stung you lah. if hornet or (?) then u'll die half an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;me: ha? so that means if its more than that it isnt the hornet or whatever bee lah?&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: why u suddenly ask me that question?&lt;br /&gt;me: cause i got stung by a bee. so how? i'll die or not?&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: dunoe. sometimes it takes days then u'll die.&lt;br /&gt;me: so i'll still die right?&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: -_-"&lt;br /&gt;me: jannah told me that if i never die, they may still cut my toe if it gets swollen or something.&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: yah.&lt;br /&gt;me: hah? scared le. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaa. i asked many more questions after that. oh wait there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh why is it like this?(i asked him a chemistry question)&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: blablablabla(very granfather tale)&lt;br /&gt;me: then how come this plus this is not blabla?&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: cause that's liquid, this is gas.&lt;br /&gt;me: so why cannot?&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: cause they're not the same properties.&lt;br /&gt;me: so why must i put the ratio like that? why cant i put it like this?&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: cause blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;me: hah i dun understand(scratches head)&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: (mumblesmumbles)&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: understand or not?&lt;br /&gt;me: no im laughing at the way u talk. talk slower and clearly lah.&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: aiyah u ask mr cheong he can explain better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. and then i asked him more questions. actually, my main aim was to irritate him, which i think i achieved. hahaha. and yeah, he still keeps shaking his leg till it shakes my table lah. walau. but when i tell him to stop shaking, he'll separate his table from mine. haha. good lor. eh he should be honoured to have his name here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during chemistry also, mr cheong made us do this question and we were having this group competition. so while we were doing, he said," you all look like ure not moving." then there was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" are you okay?" he asked later on with his eyes wide opened, concerned. he's so cute lah. and he made me laugh all the way with his cute movements. hahaha. i wana join his fan club too! but then, i always slack in his class so, he wont appreciate me. lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school we had the cultural thing rehearsal and after that we went to town to get my pumps. haha. yayness. now ive got prettypretty pumps. actually, it only looks good when im wearing it. seriously. hehe. look at my wishlist! so many things are being cancelled already. so they're really achievable after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, now im poorer by 33 bucks, which sucks lah. sigh. well, good things always have to come to an end, so i have to be happy about it! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh sucks. ive been writing too much lah. and im getting so lazy now. but then again ive always been lazy. haha. ok goodbye khairani lalaland readers.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115287898506298160?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115287898506298160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115287898506298160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115287898506298160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115287898506298160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-stung-by-bumble-bee.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115279526554510469</id><published>2006-07-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:40:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im finally smiling for real today after the past three days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness. well, as ive said before, school always makes me happy(and ive been saying this in three posts already lol). or according to kat, the friends in school make you happy, not the school. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was tiring though.i had my 2.4km run which i &lt;u&gt;failed&lt;/u&gt; by THIRTY seconds. sigh. really upset cause next week i have to run again. but then, when i think about it again, its actually not bad lah, considering that ive not been running properly for the past 2 or 3 months? i lost track lol. after running, i could feel this flabby feeling in my stomach. my fats are burning i guess? hoho. that means i have to eat more! well, im getting all geared up for next week to run again. plus azza gave us tips which i may find useful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school had a meeting with mrs lee and after that we went to nuracow's house and slacked? haha. we ate our lunch there and then ate nestum. =) nestum rocks big time! yummy gilerr. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what? i re-started my tamagotchi. why you ask? because u see, i wanted to see the king's palace online but i hadta donate 5000 minimum to him. and i did so i got the password to excess into his palace. i was really excited and i asked hana pisang to go to the web so we can go see the palace. THEN the password disappeared cause i guess we took too long. king punyer pasal i decided to restart everything. so yeah, nicco is gone.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut. guess what? the new tamagotchi is a GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i named her?&lt;br /&gt;NIKO. haha. same pronounciation eh? lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; the photos in national geographic. fantabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooolalaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 152px" height="611" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/p55.jpg" width="732" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very the beautiful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="591" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/p22.jpg" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jin seng finds this the nicest. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="1238" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/p4.jpg" width="904" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE PIC!wawaaa. =D (its a baby panda btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="628" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/p1.jpg" width="569" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im tired of scanning sia.&lt;br /&gt;i scanned a lot of pics, but then it dint turn out right. grr. whatever lah khairani. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115279526554510469?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115279526554510469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115279526554510469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115279526554510469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115279526554510469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-finally-smiling-for-real-today.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115270260674753084</id><published>2006-07-12T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:17:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a much better day compared to the past few days. came to school with a frown and i barely talked. but then, as ive said before, school never fails to make me smile. so i cheered up a bit by the english lesson(again) when i heard strawberry shortcake laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. did i mention that i &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; that jin seng partner of mine? i tell you, he has zero hope of attracting any girl with his stupid attitude lah. will someone remind me again why i have to sit beside him? its just reallyreally rare that he is actually nice to me. rarely. almost to nothing at all. you see, a few days back my class was laughing about some lame thing about this jin seng guy and then i said," dun lah. later he cry." then he said," i'll hit you until you cry." i was all (O.O) and for a moment there i thought i was sitting with a bully cause he was like cluching a file while saying that to me. walau eh. he really cant take jokes you know. andand at times he just RANDOMLY sing the pinky and the brain song or make stupid noises, RANDOMLY shake his legs till our tables move, RANDOMLY make squeeky voices. SERIOUSLY. i cannot stand him. i also think that he quite envies chesten after chesten got praised by mdm nora for improving a lot in his emaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdmn: chesten im so proud of you. ure improving a lot.&lt;br /&gt;chesten: =)&lt;br /&gt;mdmn: since youre the only one who got the answer, why dont you come up and show us the answer to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;chesten: err, but i was just guessing.&lt;br /&gt;jin seng: he was just guessing(loudly so that mdmn can hear)&lt;br /&gt;me: (stares at jin seng in disbelief) well, at least he got the answer.&lt;br /&gt;mdmn: yeah thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa! and then jin seng was all kuku malu after that. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im reallyreally stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;what with the upcoming listening compre, the meetings that stretches till friday, the making of my IC. and fishness. im not so free okay? so stop complaining that im so difficult to be organised. its not my fault that these things just had to clash at once. oh yeah, stop being good to me then calling me names after tt. i have grown up you see? and i have a mind of my own, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should NOT have done &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; yesterday. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115270260674753084?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115270260674753084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115270260674753084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115270260674753084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115270260674753084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-much-better-day-compared-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115261319288641514</id><published>2006-07-11T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:21:45.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was reallyreallyreally supposed to be an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;but something just had to ruin &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;awak dan kamu dun fight can?&lt;br /&gt;aurgh. i am so very the pening. thanks to the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;andand if one day you find me in the toilet with blood everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;you know who to blame.&lt;br /&gt;it has happened before so what if it happens again?&lt;br /&gt;mr AL mr AL. where are u?&lt;br /&gt;talk to me before i do that stupid thing again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. things cant get any worse can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;its hurting you but its killing me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115261319288641514?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115261319288641514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115261319288641514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115261319288641514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115261319288641514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-reallyreallyreally-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115254029592782559</id><published>2006-07-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:06:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="227" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/johnnydepp.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp &lt;u&gt;KU&lt;/u&gt;~! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started off pretty badly and i was sulking and pouting my mouth with sadness all the way till english lesson. then things started to get crazy lah. see? school never fails to make me smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i had an almost bad day. and right now i better go eat dinner cause i overslept for three hours and time check its 9.59 and i havent done my research or homework or ANYTHING ELSE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. goodbye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115254029592782559?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115254029592782559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115254029592782559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115254029592782559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115254029592782559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/johnny-depp-ku-d-today-started-off.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115234052871437267</id><published>2006-07-08T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:35:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i REALLYREALLY cant stand people who play timers. they are just losers who are desperate for more than one half cause they think tt they are the BETTER half. i mean like, DREAM ON! sooner or later your girlfriends/boyfriends realise what an arse you are and they will leave u and you will have no one until u grow old and die unless u regret your wrongdoings and never repeat them again. you trick them, manipulate their thoughts, then when you get bored with them, you just dump them like their some filthy thrash. EARTH TO YOU. who do you think you are? the goddess/god of mankind? what right do you have to hurt their feelings? are u even human enough to realise that you're using them? heck, i dun even think you care. seriously, you deserve NO ONE in this world. get your filthy hands off me. and you know how i only delete/ block people from my contacts when i am assured that they have done wrong to me/ my loved ones and you unfortunately fall into that category? well fyi, im not doing so to YOU cause im WAITING for you to GET your ASS online and let me give you the one on one talk. would u like that? i think it would work. i think its time someone does something. i think its time someone put some extra thoughts in your head to make you THINK how you're destroying other people's lives. i get so mad just thinking about it. &lt;strong&gt;so so mad&lt;/strong&gt;. im gona wait for you till one fine day when youre online the same time as i do, then you'll get a piece from me. FUCKTARD. get a life la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. why must these people just exist in our lives? its insane really.&lt;br /&gt;and my huge blueblack bruise i got from doing those wrong push ups on thursday is really irritating. and fugly. ignored what i said on the paragraph above. its got nothing to do with you. ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115234052871437267?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115234052871437267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115234052871437267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115234052871437267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115234052871437267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-reallyreally-cant-stand-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115226185715309137</id><published>2006-07-07T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:39:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i feel so tired seh. but then again, every school day is tiring. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so screwed up for my mt oral and emaths test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the mt oral wasnt as bad as the emaths test.sighs. serve me right for using the com for hours.i bet i'll flunk it la. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt oral was QUITE okay. accept for the fact tt i said," selamat pagi(good morning)" when it was actually afternoon, and accept the fact that i kept saying" apa ni...apa ni...ermm(what is it what is it)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i hadta say apa ini cause i cant possibly say aper ehhh. like stupid sia. with all that said and done, i guess i really have to do very well for my mt paper so itll help to pull up my grades IF i hadnt done so well for my oral/ i dint know whether it was okay tho... was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there were many private candidates and no 5NA malay kids, so i was the first one to go. how unlucky can i get? i guess its a punishment la for laughing at aziz cause he was first. but please la can? first people should get better grades la. right? not all i guess. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough said about that disappointing oral thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so envy FARRIHIN ADNAN. waduhhhh. anyway lets all pray that her grandma will get well soon from whatever unknown sickness that she has now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went home superr early cause mum wanted to go out and i hadta take care of aiman. well now sister is home so she takes over now. attended a meeting with mrs lee before i left about the performance thingy. we're gonna perform to the hist teachers in sembawang sec. wth?? whatever la eh. i want it over and done. just make sure no one records anything lor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand tomorrow im going over to maternal granny's after tuition. =)&lt;br /&gt;i havent seen them all for three weeks? and i pretty much miss them.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. rin and koko are so funny. they said that they wana bring me out next saturday to celebrate with me my belated birthday. hoho. and they used the term "bring me out." i soso feel like a small kid la. but then again, i am like the smallest AND most innocent amongst them so, yeah feel honoured khairani. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so guilty about yesterday's incident la. nicco did his business and i dint realise it lor. then when i checked he was all tucked to sleep and i couldnt clean him. he woke up today at 8.45(?) and i quickly cleaned him up. i was soso guilty lor. then tt badron was like," macam maner nak jaga anak. tamagochi pon tak tahu( how to take care of children, tamagochi oso duno)." FINEFINE. i will be a better owner lah okay. haha. did u know that he sings when i leave him alone? haha. so cute sia. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw azza, if u wana know why guys dun get periods, ask me. i got study about it at sec 3 in madrasah. sec 3 you know? u sec what? haha. btw im like so glad tt izza is all well again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we eat ramen again next week?please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to us? &lt;u&gt;i heard tt it’s me we should blame.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115226185715309137?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115226185715309137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;u&gt;PICTURES!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="490" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/KucingCake.jpg" width="601" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting of cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="358" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/AcaraPotongKEK.jpg" width="541" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happyhappy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="483" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/WEHEHE.jpg" width="538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they claimed tt nicco costed THAT much. pfft. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="417" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Picture083.jpg" width="485" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicco larlink~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 132px" height="374" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Picture089.jpg" width="584" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="445" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Picture098.jpg" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act kawaii oni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="512" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Picture102.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved this SO MUCH! andand it was glow in the dark!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="319" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/CDkucing.jpg" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks siddiq and cow.=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="602" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/Picture101.jpg" width="532" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from MY MONYETS!!&lt;333 href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="823" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/card2.jpg" width="1257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="770" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/card3.jpg" width="1514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="914" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/card5001.jpg" width="1109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken candid by butty and cow. i swear i was asleep. and they just love taking candid pics of me. i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 153px" height="207" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g161/keranirupie/KUCINGSLEEP.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so, i'll update abt what's been happening lately.... tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;right...tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115218587581495353?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115201481624606734</id><published>2006-07-04T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:52:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is such a ___ day?&lt;br /&gt;i duno how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today with a big smile plastered on my face.&lt;br /&gt;then i started talking loudly to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: happy birthday to meeeee!&lt;br /&gt;friskies:( looks blankly at me like im a retarded woman)&lt;br /&gt;me: what? i just felt like doing that.&lt;br /&gt;friskies: (keeps giving me that ___ look.)&lt;br /&gt;me: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i talk to my cat. and i dun find that weird?&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone talks to their pets. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so today im finally fifteen. =D&lt;br /&gt;went to school today smiling all the way cause i was still thinking about _____.&lt;br /&gt;my girls would know who. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before that, imma warn everyone that this post is gona be SUPERRRR long.&lt;br /&gt;but itll be fun seriously. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so today started, may i say tiresome-ly when my bus dint stop at the bus stop near our school because none of us pressed the bell DESPITE ALMOST HALF OF THE PASSENGERS BEING RIVERSIDIANS. pfft. kay so, i brisked walked with ain to school so that we wont be late. haha. serious seh. the bus driver oso one more. he should have stopped the bus. i mean, we alightthere everyday so he should know right? sigh. so i was sweating badly when i came to school which was so not my idea on how to start a good day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butt when i came i was greeted by the girls with their "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" scream which caught most of the attention of the people around us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to elaborate about school except that assembly was a talk by our new school counsellor. he's okay i guess? i jsut dunt find him friendly looking lah. how are the students gona approach him like that? hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology was fun all the way!&lt;br /&gt;i went all mad when i saw mdm ho's gorgeous skirt!&lt;br /&gt;it was sooooo nice! i like!&lt;br /&gt;haha. then she told us stories during her good old days when she was still schooling.&lt;br /&gt;she's such a nicesweet teacher. i love her. =)&lt;br /&gt;kay so that wasnt the so fun part.&lt;br /&gt;then so fun part was when me and sha laughed throughout the whole lesson about random things. mainly about jin xiang and the aphid that mason drew. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, the diagram showed a huge aphid sucking sucrose from the phloenm tissue. so mason drew this really cute small aphid which made me and sha laugh so bad cause it was so different compared to the original one.&lt;br /&gt;and then we made fun of jin xiang which i dun think he found entertaining but heck we dint care.&lt;br /&gt;so we were laughing and laughing and laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came to physics.&lt;br /&gt;and we laughed HARDER. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;i really dun wana say why.&lt;br /&gt;only people who knows what miss tan wears would understand what i laughed about.&lt;br /&gt;i slept for the rest of the lesson cause i was really feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;slept for only five hours last night and i was kinda exhausted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school ended, met mrs lee who informed that we would be performing our history performance to the ncluster(?) group of teachers from other schools. i couldnt understand why she wanted us to perform it cause it was really just a simple presentation lah. we made verses abt the sri lanka issue and we used the barney song. hoho. but she said she was proud of us so to make her happy, i guess its okay.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, met jan and she ACCIDENTALLY blurted out that they were planning a surprise birthday party for me! haha. jan, u reallyREALLY cannot lie to me. seriously. even if u try. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;i was really shocked at first, cause i dint expected it. jan u spoiled the surprise but its okay really cause i understand how i can give u that suspicious look and u tell me everything that's on your mind. that makes me love you even more ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she treated me to ice cream while fara(butty) and nura(cow) prepared for the "surprise" birthday party. lol. then we walked around the park like some loving couple when i saw this guy who looks exactly like hafiz. well not exactly. its just the way he walks and his broad shoulders and the clothes he wear. that's like the only thing i can see when i see someone from far cause im reallyreally blind. haha. but jan told me that its not him cause that guy has sepet eyes and hafiz has big eyes. really meh? but i know, hafiz is fatter. lols. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, when they were ready, we met up with hana and went there.&lt;br /&gt;then they sang the birthday song. haha. and i had a birthday cake! =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;its like sooo cute lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then. they gave me this oreo which i stupidly ate.&lt;br /&gt;guess what it contained?&lt;br /&gt;TOOTHPASTE. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;so disgusting seh. if i get a stomach ache tmr, THEN I KNOW WHAT WAS THE CAUSE. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah we cut the birthday cake before that which was so difficult to light up because of the strong wind. then i was asked to make a quick wish and blew the candles lor. haha. and i made a quick wish. hmms. after that, they gave me the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A TAMAGUCHIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what?&lt;br /&gt;its sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;like so cute kan?&lt;br /&gt;lets see. nicho(named after nicholas chee since he'll be away for two weeks lol) can do so many things! and the tamaguchi has an infrared which can connect it with other tamaguchis. sadly tho, it has no friend now. but dun worry.... soon it will! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i will bring the addiction of tamaguchis to everyone in riverside lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway if any of you would like to see nicho, do tell me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be more than happy to show my cute little baby boy to you!haha.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. i can actually reset it and then see whther it will be a girl or a boy. cool right? haha. and yes people may say tt tamaguchis are outdated. but tell me, since when have they been equipped with infrared? oh and it has a webbie too which i will explore later since im doing this writing thing. haha. i love nicho~~~~~~~~ =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got a bag from cow and abg tooongggggggg!!=D&lt;br /&gt;dun worry lah. i like it ok? i mean, despite that it reminds me of someone that i dun really fancy, i still love it kay? thanks many2.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we lepak-ed at cow's house playing mix sticks and camwhoring and playing wit nicho dear.&lt;br /&gt;haha. he almost sounds like my boyfriend right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;and where is that cow? i wan the pics laaah. why takes her so long to bathe. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 6? i think. my auntie came to our house. haha. she din wished me anything so i assumed she forgot. but after i bathed she gave me my birthday present! haha. a real surprise lah. since she cant talk and then suddenly come to me and gave it to me. haha. i havent opened it yet. later lah. thanks to auntie.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went online and i was bombarded with soooo many people instant messaging me. haha. seriously. i havent talked to that much people in a long time. haha. anyway, sorry to those who got late replies and went offline without me even replying. hope u guys understand. haha. but thanks okay for the birthday-wishers.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and how can i forget? they also gave me this cd decorated with words and its reallyreally sweet. i'll post up all the pics as soon as cow sends them to me later. or tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how i keep laughing after every sentence? ive been feeling rather high today without knowing why. there are just so many reasons contributing to this. haha. so thanks again to everyone who wished me happy birthday and thanks for the presents. sayang sama kamu semua. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to azza, dun worry okay. u can pass me the card tomorrow. its the thought that counts after all. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so my birthday message:&lt;br /&gt;being fifteen isnt really a wow thing.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like normal, except that i kinda feel older than the rest. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, im grateful that i have my loved ones by my side and i have a family that cares about me even though we fight2 always.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i am grateful to god that ive been given fifteen years of life without any sufferings. thank you allah.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;conversation #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairi: khai happy advanced birthday.&lt;br /&gt;me:erm..its today.&lt;br /&gt;hairi: eh?(smacks ihsan) you said it was the 14th or 15th?&lt;br /&gt;ihsan: where got?&lt;br /&gt;hairi: oh eh?(looks at me) okay...pretend that i said happy advanced birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;me: ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairihairi. ish3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;conversation #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiman: kakak are u mrt?&lt;br /&gt;me: no im not mrt!can you stop asking me thing questions everyday when you know the answer! its irritating! dun ask me whether im an mrt/car/bus/whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;aiman: kakak are u kereta api(train)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have died. my sister laughed so bad after that. thanks eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;conversation #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan: i dint get you anything cause i forgot to buy you your birthday present.(walks away)&lt;br /&gt;azza: jannah! what a bad friend seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school,&lt;br /&gt;jan: you know why i never bought you anything? cause i bought you your birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;me: i know( smiles widely)&lt;br /&gt;jan: and you know why we wana meet nura? cause we're having a surprised birthday party for you.&lt;br /&gt;me: ouh. haha. you cant keep secrets from me cant u?&lt;br /&gt;jan: it was already planned that i hadta tell you. this is a different surprise birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;me: riiiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan, i know it wasnt planned. and i totally understand why that conversation hadta happen. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it while it last khairani.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, its back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww. thats like the suckiest part lah.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. at least i know that i have people who loves me and nicho to suffer with me back in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do i still feel like something's not right? how strange. weird boy! where are youuuu. sighs. aku mau bicara sama kamu. kamu ke mana sih. waduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goodbye lovers.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115201481624606734?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115201481624606734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115201481624606734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115201481624606734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question is: &lt;strong&gt;what really happened?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if im having a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;and i tried waking myself up but these characters wont let me to.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me when you think you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been humming to the song &lt;strong&gt;like a stone by the audioslaves &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since yesterday when i heard it over the radio.&lt;br /&gt;its just so heavy and makes me go to lala-land.&lt;br /&gt;well wake up khairani!&lt;br /&gt;cause you havent done your homework and you have no idea what are you doing here.&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all the birthday-wishers=)&lt;br /&gt;and also thanks to amirul, naguib and the rest who made the movie/s. =)&lt;br /&gt;everytime i watch it, it never failed to bring laughters which cheered me up a whole lot. haha. thanks again okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since its my birthday tomorrow, i wanna treat myself by buying cheeseballs and chocolate waffles,&lt;br /&gt;something i haven had for a long time besides being madly in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;and then i wana go somewhere i havent been too for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking to get myself a bowl of ramen tomorrow, but nah.&lt;br /&gt;i just ate tt last week. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ive strictly told myself to only eat ramen twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to keep up with it, but its worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115193150435827172?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115193150435827172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from madrasah and the weather is superr hot.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it rains later.&lt;br /&gt;hmms. yesterday the syf opening was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i felt that it was much more fun to participate then watching.&lt;br /&gt;so the whole way i was actually disappointed that i couldnt participate cause it seemed that they were havng so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it sucked when i was in sec one lah.&lt;br /&gt;the preparation i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and they wore and used the same things we did when we performed TWO YEARS back!&lt;br /&gt;hoho. disgusting seh. i remembered cringing when i caught sight of the aprons itself.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, performing was really great.&lt;br /&gt;i told azza that when i performed i wished that the people can see me.&lt;br /&gt;only to realise now that no one can see my face from there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;kay so, on our way there we sang the perdamaian song.&lt;br /&gt;we-mejanazzadiyhaziqah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i was so very the pening.&lt;br /&gt;we were at the back, singing at the top of our lungs. can imagine?&lt;br /&gt;but it was greaat fun i swear. they are such good sports.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey was rather long,&lt;br /&gt;and we still hadta walk a few minutes to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;miss hesley said that we're all beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;that's why we're the only ones who were escorted by the police.&lt;br /&gt;haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, it was rather hot but we relaxed for awhile with our pink umbrellas(haha).&lt;br /&gt;apparently, we sat behind the cedar girls.&lt;br /&gt;i think they were really irritated with us because we were like really giler than we accidentally kip hitting them with those singapore long ballon thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and we said sorry but i guess they were all too sombong to even smile. grr. suckers.&lt;br /&gt;only that small group lah. not all kay?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so, i had to be all enthusiastic, being in the middle of azza and jannah who were fanatically singing along with the choir,&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt stop laughing when they tried to sing the soprano notes. haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;then miss hesley appeared behind us and sang at the top of her lungs with us. haha. it was sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;actually, she can be quite cute at times really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice, the parade and everything.&lt;br /&gt;and boohoo. when everything ended,&lt;br /&gt;i dint have the opportunity to say goodbye to nicholas chee.=(&lt;br /&gt;he's leaving to US today for the ncc school exchange program.&lt;br /&gt;for TWO WEEKS. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of him though. mdm nora said that he looks to blur to be chosen. what seh.&lt;br /&gt;but he's very strong ok?&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when he helped me carry the kayak with only one hand all by himself!&lt;br /&gt;so strooong~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jun jie was pissing me off the whole way back to school by scaring me that nicholas wont come back from US. ur uncle ahh jun jie. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas still isnt happy cause he wanted to go australia.&lt;br /&gt;wth? u want to see what? kangaroos? pfft.&lt;br /&gt;well, everyone will miss his blurness in class.='(&lt;br /&gt;see im missing him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to those who sat with me all the way from and back and during the syf opening!=)&lt;br /&gt;i think i would have slept if no one crazy sat beside me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;especially azza and jannah lor. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we went home, butty and jan wanted to buy bubbletea and i was already all sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i bought myself a drink and while queuing up with them,&lt;br /&gt;i finished my drink, and was already starting to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went home, and i was waiting for the bus at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this apek carrying a backpack wearing shorts&lt;br /&gt;and t-shirt with a long yellow unbrella.&lt;br /&gt;he was standing beside the bus road.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, his water bottle and an advertisement paper he was holding fell on the road.&lt;br /&gt;he got angry then he kicked it further on the road, where the buses pass by.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly he came close to me.&lt;br /&gt;i was all wth? scared sia.&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at this auntie beside me with the&lt;br /&gt;what-the-heck-is-he-doing-im-feeling-terrified expression&lt;br /&gt;and she just gave me that reassuring smile.&lt;br /&gt;luckily the bus came and i quickly went in. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;and he went in too, but he sat in front. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this people should really be condemned from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, youre showing a bad example to us youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;even a five-year old would know what you did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and you? and fifty year old man? how shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;why must people be so sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if its only sometimes then it may be quite tolerable,&lt;br /&gt;since its human nature to be sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;but too sensitive over small reasons is just being so unreasonable seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept last night after sobbing under my covers.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt wail when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;i duno why.&lt;br /&gt;something i practiced since i entered secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up in the middle of the night, cause i was irritated with the heat.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to on the air-con, but the remote was in my parent's room, and i dint wana disturb them.&lt;br /&gt;and my room was burning with heat.&lt;br /&gt;so i stomped out of my room with my comforter and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;and i slept right under the fan in the hallroom.&lt;br /&gt;haha! it was quite comfortable, except that the bench was too small&lt;br /&gt;and mum should get a bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today during madrasah my sister was irritating me when we were having our lessons.&lt;br /&gt;but it was rare when she was in one of those good moods, so i bared with it.&lt;br /&gt;and now, she's asleep, and i wana watch the movie liy lent me. hoho. finally found the time to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you.&lt;br /&gt;im mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;you should know why.&lt;br /&gt;mad and disappointed.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115181658500972715?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115181658500972715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115181658500972715' 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/&gt;kay so, a new skin means a new life?&lt;br /&gt;a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, the model isnt me.&lt;br /&gt;so whoever from barcelona or italy shouldnt go tagging my blog and say that i have a beautiful expression. haha! =)&lt;br /&gt;and i duno why i chose italy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cause i have these pair of beautiful slippers.&lt;br /&gt;sadly tho they have the italy words on it.&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks when people see it and say," oh so you support italy?"&lt;br /&gt;heck no. its just a darn slipper. okay?&lt;br /&gt;and btw, im not interested in the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;its just not me?&lt;br /&gt;i duno.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be interested in watching soccer that is in singapore or summin.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, world cup. has got nothing to do with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;you dun try to get excited in it just because other people are mad abt it.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i dun really feel left out when my friends talk about the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;i get irritated. u dig?&lt;br /&gt;thank god cow and butty doesnt talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;hana pisang and kat and the rest just cant stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;luckily there's me to change the topic.hoho.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning totally ruined my mood.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i was all set to go for tuition after waking up early to do my tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;then, when i reached the tuition centre, i dint see a single mendaki kid.&lt;br /&gt;soon after, hafiz(my tuition classmate) came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do we have tuition?&lt;br /&gt;hafiz: duno. our teacher said that we have it this week.&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah that's why. maybe they're somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;hafiz: yeah maybe.&lt;br /&gt;me: so what are we gona do now?&lt;br /&gt;hafiz: haha. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another makcik appeared.&lt;br /&gt;makcik: what are u waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;me: mendaki.&lt;br /&gt;makcik: OHHH. this week no mendaki! its the next.&lt;br /&gt;me and hafiz: oh.( looks at each other and smile)&lt;br /&gt;me: kay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked away. then suddenly there was this motorcyclist who was looking at me weirdly. i couldnt stop smiling over the incident. so i smiled at him. then i realised that it was hafiz's dad.&lt;br /&gt;haha. hafiz seriously looked like fat mama the younger version. i;ll snap a pic of him if given the oppurtunity and make him famous.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. kay so, we said bye and went to separate ways. so i smiled all the way-yes i am sure i did- home. and then i started cursing while smiling. fucktard seh. imma call mr bakhtiar later and complain to him. like, so semangat, then dun have. wth. i dun feel like goin next week. and ZUBAIR. that arse. i dint even see a single shadow of him. he owes me an explanation when i see him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay then. i better get going. time to get prepared for the syf opening. it better be good. after me screwing up my morning. i deserve a good afternoon. i better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115172809480063178?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115172809480063178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115172809480063178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115172809480063178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115172809480063178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-boy-oh-boy-ive-changed-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115167467585426466</id><published>2006-06-30T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:41:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so did anyone miss me?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;im such a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;never update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;lately ive been &lt;em&gt;super &lt;/em&gt;busy.&lt;br /&gt;what with me being so busy, and so many things that happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to explain how things have been goin so far.&lt;br /&gt;but I WILL GO AT ONE STEP AT A TIME. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;eh i hate laughing like this but it has become an addiction? awesomely weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so, thanks to all my well-wishes. =)&lt;br /&gt;thank god i am all(almost) well once school reopened,&lt;br /&gt;and i was QUITE ready for all the schoolwork that i was gona be crashed with.&lt;br /&gt;eh but i still cough quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;and jan keeps complaining that i have too much flam.&lt;br /&gt;shuddup ah. =)&lt;br /&gt;which would you prefer: a sick khairani who comes to school coughing and passes her coughing disease to everyone, or a khairani who has a fever and has to stay at home and not cheer up your uncheerful lives? hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the johor field trip was oh-so-fun.&lt;br /&gt;but the guys were just to flirty?&lt;br /&gt;oh not all. but some.&lt;br /&gt;err, those who went, you know i know.=)&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it, they werent really flirtatious besides the asking for email adds and numbers part.&lt;br /&gt;which i found scary. o.O&lt;br /&gt;i guess its true, singaporean students are quite sombong at first, as they said.&lt;br /&gt;but we are very&lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;nice people one you get to know us i promise.=)&lt;br /&gt;and i liked desaru fruit farm too!&lt;br /&gt;hana pisang and me wanted to take our second serving for lunch(cause they said we could),&lt;br /&gt;but then when we were eating, they asked us to move along. like wth?&lt;br /&gt;so we, eating like pigs, hadta stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;but i really liked the food there. fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough said about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zik, i guess i'll push the seven random things when im bored kay?&lt;br /&gt;haha. its revenge i know.&lt;br /&gt;and i will do it okay. someday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i tell you how pissed i am at aiman?&lt;br /&gt;i guess only azzafifijannahcowbutty and whoever else who listened to me crap knows.&lt;br /&gt;he is like so irritating sehs.&lt;br /&gt;monday(?) or somewhere there he got me mad over the duno-why-he-started-screaming incident.&lt;br /&gt;i was like,"im not talking to you for a week," and im keeping to my words.&lt;br /&gt;serve him right for making mum angry for not knowing how to pee in the toiletbowl.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;who asked her to be too blind to see that he was wrong at that time?&lt;br /&gt;now she's the one who scolds him like mad for peeing in his poko pants.&lt;br /&gt;and azza, he really isnt all innocent when he is naughty.&lt;br /&gt;and then i get scolded for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;which is total injustice.&lt;br /&gt;so, you should think again and side me instead.&lt;br /&gt;i am a very reasonable sister ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chua is gone for three months. taking care of her new miniature of mrs chua. haha.=)&lt;br /&gt;but mdm ho's fine. super cute. she's like a cute auntie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really nervous about the malay olevel oral next thursday.&lt;br /&gt;like how suay is that?&lt;br /&gt;its two days after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;and plus on tuesday, we have to perform the history thing in front of some teachers.&lt;br /&gt;double-suayness.&lt;br /&gt;for the oral thingy, im really scared that i'll forget the malay word for something.&lt;br /&gt;like heck, i dun even know what is ikan yu.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when i was in primary school and i sat for this malay oral. i forgot what the heck was seesaw in malay and i screwed up everything. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i was really pissed today at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i was mad at my emaths teacher cause i had to draw my graoh again just because i sketched it out.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they asked to sketch it out and i did just that.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to draw it out instead.&lt;br /&gt;resulting me to hand in my paper after school cause some people just had to _____.&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah, i was super pissed about that too.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wana write conflicts here lah.&lt;br /&gt;in case some uninvited people are reading.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunt know why im rushing while im writing.&lt;br /&gt;so, to be honest, im not really sure what im writing about.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. i am finally making sense to all mdm nora's lectures.=)&lt;br /&gt;about the bgrs and everything.&lt;br /&gt;im bound to meet more people in the future.&lt;br /&gt;it would be a waste if i get myself &lt;u&gt;tied down&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so there. stop asking why im not getting myself another better half.&lt;br /&gt;and i have decided to move on.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the nine months really brought me to come to realise that i can survive without him.&lt;br /&gt;its weird really. i want him but i can survive without him.&lt;br /&gt;so when he gave the green light after he went out, it just felt so easy to let go.&lt;br /&gt;easy after the nine months okay, not during the nine months.&lt;br /&gt;and i can see how easy he let go of me. it just shows that he had moved on.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeahs. im moving on too.=)&lt;br /&gt;this time, its FOR REAL.&lt;br /&gt;its really happening. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;he's not mine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, i dun think that will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;we are just so far away. he is there. i am here. great distances.&lt;br /&gt;its just too far. its just that im scared i might fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;something i must restrain myself from until i have dated as many as possible lol.&lt;br /&gt;and zik is such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;he is attached edy and dunoe how to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;what-a-good-friend-he-is.&lt;br /&gt;you owe me an explanation once u go online.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care[!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, tomorrow there will be the syf opening thing.&lt;br /&gt;which will bore me cause i was involved last year.&lt;br /&gt;difference now is, im watching it instead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;its gona be a really hot day.&lt;br /&gt;so people, bring many food okay.&lt;br /&gt;sponsor me.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to elaborate on.&lt;br /&gt;i can see u getting bored anyway.&lt;br /&gt;cause i am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then, i'll update whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;and i will try not to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;and OH.&lt;br /&gt;you people arent doing such a good job in keeping my taggy ku all updated.&lt;br /&gt;naughty sia.&lt;br /&gt;tag la. go to people's blog know how to read only.&lt;br /&gt;tagtagtagtag taggers! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115167467585426466?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115167467585426466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115167467585426466' title='0 Comments'/><link 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and sore throat and a VERY bad headache plus coughing and everytime i cough a bit too hard i'll feel like vomiting. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially mum said that if my temperature went any higher she'll send me to the hospital which im fine with since i really couldnt wait for this whole misery to end. but i dint know why there was a sudden change of plan today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make thing worse, my whole family fought because of me except for aiman that is.&lt;br /&gt;mum fought with dad beccause of the money to pay my medication fees.&lt;br /&gt;mum fought with sister because she wants sister to send me to the polyclinic this morning but she has tuition. now the whole family went all hoo-ha on just one pathetic person who just needs someone to accompany her to the pathetic polyclinic. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess sister reach to tuition later than usual but she seemed quite okay when i texted her. i was left with no one to lean on while waiting for my number queue to be called up and i could have sworn at any moment then i could have fainted. so i called up hafiz's mum since their house is near the polyclinic and i asked her if it was okay to come down and accompany me cause i was really scared i would end up fainting. unfortunately she couldnt come because she hadta visit one of her relatives house because one of them passed away i think. i dont know if she realised i was crying cause i was really in pain lah. the chair even made me feel worse cause my head couldnt lean on anything and it hurt so bad. and i hadta wait for the doctor for two hours after waiting for fifteen minutes to get my queue number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt help feeling jealous when i saw all the kids with their parents. even girls around my age brought one of their parents and they were sleeping on their parent's shoulders. how can i not envy them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think that the people who work there have no sense of urgency at all. to be honest, it seemed like more then one quarter of them dint look sick at all. there was this makcik who looked at me worriedly as she massaged her daughter who apparently had something wrong wit her foot. i guess most of the people around me realised la how pathetic i looked. then there was this malay couple around their 30's who were mengumpat-ing about people not praying and more and their kids were makng a whole lot of noise. hello. even if u pray and you mengumpat, you really are showing a bad example to our religion okay. when i finished my check up the husband was staring at me in the eye. i duno la how to read his mind. maybe he thought i was pregnant lol. so i rolled my eyes and walked slowly to the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took half an hour or one hour(?) before i could get my medication and get the hell out of there. then mum still had the guts to call and ask me to buy some groceries. i couldnt count how many times i cried. thank god im not the type who sob when i cry lah. if not hancur bangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home after buying the groceries and i checked my temperature which was still in the 39's. mum made me eat her epok2 which i couldnt even chew properly cause my throat hurt. i told the docter that my throat hurt but i can still talk normally and she smiled and told me that not all sore throat means that you cant talk. fuck her lah. she called me "dear" and stuff and the whole thing ended less than ten minutes, the first five minutes spent on her managing with the nurses who carried files around. it seemed like she couldnt see how much pain i was in. so all together it took me like three hours(?) for everything to get done. next time, i will either go there the minute the clinic opens or not go there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took my medication which was like five tablets and two teaspoons of this syrup thingy. woke up feeling muchmuch better. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i missed two days of homework which means i have to double up before school reopens. and by then i just recovered so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldnt have depended on others but what could i do? i dint have anyone beside me and for once there i felt like no one cared. if mum really cared she should have brought me to the clinic herself. but i know its hard for her too cause she still has aiman to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow up khairani. ure gona be fifteen in a week or so. people have their own things to settle and u have to take care of yourself. you can depend on noone else but yourself. stay strong ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok take care people. many are getting sick too. drink more warm water ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115098096785160557?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115069587538937182</id><published>2006-06-19T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:44:35.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i so pity aiman. =(&lt;br /&gt;though the fact that he woke me up in this morning with his cries. =/&lt;br /&gt;he's down with a fever. and his body is so very the hot.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its gone down a bit now, i think.&lt;br /&gt;everybody who is reading this now must pray that he will be well by tomorrow or so okay cause im missing his hey diddlediddle song that he sings every morning.&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the other songs he sing with his heart and soul that makes me wake up every morning at exactly 9.30 or so. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;initially i was upset abt summin before we left home but i was cheered up by rin and kat.&lt;br /&gt;so i turned from =( to =/&lt;br /&gt;an improvement what.&lt;br /&gt;i was complaining to dad about his new truck&lt;br /&gt;that his company gave him to and from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, so what if it has an automatic gear thingy?&lt;br /&gt;it was like so jerky and slow lah. i could have puked sehs.&lt;br /&gt;but it was QUITE comfortable at the back so i slept all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i'll ride with him that often anymore tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. when we reached to the beach,&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt find my paternal relatives&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to chill at the beach for awhile&lt;br /&gt;before leaving the beach and going somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;but before we left we spotted them so we stayed instead.&lt;br /&gt;and i met my cousins!&lt;br /&gt;miss them so damn much.♥&lt;br /&gt;we cycled all over the place with our double bikes and i cycled wit kiki. =)&lt;br /&gt;eh but double bicycles arent fun if u cycle at the back cause u cant really feel any wind.&lt;br /&gt;no fair! she was blocking the wind sehs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we took a break at burger king to get a drink and the cousins met their boyfriends. =/&lt;br /&gt;and i sat beside koko and we talked.=)&lt;br /&gt;then they started huffing, and puffing, and blowin, kay fine destroying my wind pipe.&lt;br /&gt;and they were like exchanging ciggies here and there and i felt left out during that moment.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY there was kiki if not i think i could have &lt;u&gt;you know what&lt;/u&gt; with them.=/&lt;br /&gt;eh but then, they were very nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;nicer than before maybe?&lt;br /&gt;i duno. i guess that's cause the last time we met i was still small. smaller than now lol.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice catching things up with them though.&lt;br /&gt;then we cycled back and by then it was night time.&lt;br /&gt;it was so dark but luckily kiki's got good eyesight. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;i conclude that i still do not know how to cycle&lt;br /&gt;but i know lah, how to kayuh2 and balance a bit.=)&lt;br /&gt;since she does most of the job lol.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we came back everyone was ready to go and it was already 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;wah. we cycled a lot eh? oh wait. they cycled a lot.haha.&lt;br /&gt;so i turned from =/ to =)&lt;br /&gt;too tired to go around smilling some idiot tho cause i was fickiting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DAD.&lt;br /&gt;how can u say that if i cycle alone i'll surely be left behind??&lt;br /&gt;secondary school has changed my life okay.&lt;br /&gt;and i know eversince i was young i dint even want to kick a ball.&lt;br /&gt;but now i am different okay!&lt;br /&gt;from spoil sport to good sport okay!&lt;br /&gt;next year we'll win street bandy again ah.&lt;br /&gt;make u eat back your words! pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went home and i washed my hair with lotsa shampoo to shoo off the stinky smell.&lt;br /&gt;watched gol &amp; gincu the series before eating my proper lunch-dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i really must cut the habit of eating right before i sleep sehs.&lt;br /&gt;then all the babat is on my stomach instead of the other parts of my body. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways cousins, we must hang out more often okay?&lt;br /&gt;i guess everybody has changed but i can make room for imperfections.=)&lt;br /&gt;im showing some love here.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh but next time dun smoke infront of me ah.&lt;br /&gt;i went home with my lungs all itchy like what ihsan said about the effects of smoking.&lt;br /&gt;how the hell do u guys breathe?&lt;br /&gt;ure missing plenty of fresh air that can go through your lungs okay.&lt;br /&gt;but hey whatever.&lt;br /&gt;you live your life, i'll live mine. ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and azza, i dun play free2 tamaguchi okay.&lt;br /&gt;i bet that's not the same 30 bucks one i saw at toys'r'us.&lt;br /&gt;aku mau yg itu! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i better bathe now and go out to change my money to malaysian money.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'll go get aiman cookie crispies so that he'll get well soon.=)&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so looking forward to have fun with my monyets tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;maktab sultan abu bakar, HERE WE COME[!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115069587538937182?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115069587538937182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115069587538937182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115069587538937182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115069587538937182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-so-pity-aiman.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115054976101190223</id><published>2006-06-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:14:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the VERY lame post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i ran out of words and sister wanted to watch dealova&lt;br /&gt;when i was only half done with my post. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head ached like crap today and it was something like i had when i had a stomache a few days back. i really think i have &lt;u&gt;migraine&lt;/u&gt; or summin. i duno? its just that eversince this year i have headaches every now and then that becomes more painful and unbearable. mum shud bring me to the doctor sehs. so i can know wat's going on in my poor, poor head. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept the whole afternoon again and woke up in the evening to do some amaths practice. im still at exercise 3a, mind you. and i have like seven more exercises to go before the test which is another four days? and most probably tuesday i'll go home all tired and all ready for bed and i wont have time to revise anymore. not forgetting my homework that i havent even started where i stop. this is unfair! some holiday i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah tomorrow we're going to my paternal grandma's house which was suggested by me, thank you, thank you! i jsut feel that its unfair lah since i go to my maternal grandma's house more often and i only visit my other grandma like twice a year? time to show some L O V E khairani! yesyes. and my cousin promised to teach me cycling. this time for real i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im been so dissapointed by mum who keeps changing her mind about stuff and getting me frustrated. sister and me actually decided to switch chores last week and mum said in the very last minute that she wants me to do my chore since sister is out and she was it to be done asap. okay so i was patient about it at first since i can still do it this week but she said the same thing this week. she msut have sen how pissed i was with my cranky face. hahaa! i was having a bad headache by then what. not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy pinching aiman's chubby cheeks. then i laugh and walk away, leaving him crying. who asked him to be so cute sehs. haha. but i like it when i get so mad at things then he comes to me and say,"jgn marah2 la. allah tak suke tau kakak marah2. (dun get so mad la. god doesnt like it if u get mad.)" then i'll cool down a bit and feel much better after ordering him to do this and that. it rocks being the elder sibling. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to wake up super early to revise my amaths but i slept all the way even after dad tried to wake me up before he left to work. thinking about it, did he even wake me up?! sheesh. i'll ask him later lol. and tomorrow is father's day! what better day to spend then with his own mother and very loving children haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im really looking forward tomorrow cause im dying to learn how to cycle. its a shame that im almost fifteen and i still dunt noe how to. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. here are the taggyku reples! =) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liyana&lt;/strong&gt;: oh yay you too? haha. i'll change the song to that as soon as i change my skin, that is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zel&lt;/strong&gt;: haha. im well already. but i still need it lah since im still suffering from the same thing every now and then. thanks. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azza&lt;/strong&gt;: miss you too anak monyet.=D &lt;3&gt;cow&lt;/strong&gt;: ... YOU WILL NEVER HAVE IT. geddit? if not, read the words YOU WILL NEVER HAVE IT again and again and again. cheese! =) &lt;3&gt;hila&lt;/strong&gt;: it is wrong. but not in the bad way la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shan&lt;/strong&gt;: really? then y nvr say hi sehs. where'd u go? i am ver kaypo i know. anyway y shut down ur blog lehs? i am a faithful reader of urs u know. hmmph. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hana&lt;/strong&gt;: yupp. guess we did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;: hello. baik2. hang pula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-kat&lt;/strong&gt;: haha kay. ive decided to do my amaths instead. =) CHEYCHEYCHEY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and not forgetting, i am so looking forward to the jb trip sehs. cant wait to be one of the facilitators with my monyets.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, not forgetting with the rest iof my malay class. this year is the best. we all bonded and became an almost happy family. =D. or not? hmms. most of them lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok GOODBYE. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115054976101190223?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115054976101190223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115054976101190223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115054976101190223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115054976101190223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-for-very-lame-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115044950437893772</id><published>2006-06-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:18:24.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so pooped.&lt;br /&gt;just came back from town with kat and cow and fara.&lt;br /&gt;kay so initially i hadta to go for an njrc dance meeting&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt understand why they dint need us,&lt;br /&gt;but NEVERMIND~ =))&lt;br /&gt;and also, initially fara adnan wanted to bring her violent brother&lt;br /&gt;whom i still remember from sec 1 after he almost beated us all up.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but then in the end he didnt,&lt;br /&gt;so NEVERMIND~ =))&lt;br /&gt;and so we arrived there first before fara before she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;did i even mentioned how HOT she looks?? man.&lt;br /&gt;we should have taken a whole pic of her sehs.&lt;br /&gt;then can put up for everyone to see. =))&lt;br /&gt;haha. kay so we basically window shopped before i chose my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the back view&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/jannah91/Picture011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/jannah91/th_Picture011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the front view&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/jannah91/Picture010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/jannah91/th_Picture010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea whether i should be happy or not lah.&lt;br /&gt;happy cause i got a shoe,&lt;br /&gt;sad cause all 50 bucks is gone in a day. =(&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;im still saving for a friend's birthday present. =)&lt;br /&gt;initially i found the perfect gift for her but somehow we forgot to came back to the shop, so i ended up buying mee soto with the balance amount. khairani so stupid! but NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erms so we four are eyeing on this shop with pretty pumps and goin there to purchase them when we have more money in our pockets.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this one of my lame posts again with smiles all over? well HORRAYHORRAY. this is my 102 post! &lt;strong&gt;yayness.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really worried with my sleeping routines.&lt;br /&gt;ive been sleeping late everynight as late as 2 everyday this june holidays cause i cant sleep. worries me alot lah. cause usually by 11 during normal days i would usually knock off by 10 or 11. and now that its school holidays, i dont know why i refuse to sleep early. sucks really. but erm, to those who usually sleep late ALL THE TIME, i duno hw u can survive in that kinda situation. its bad for you, know that? hmms. oh and yes, my bed does give me weird dreams. VERY, EXTREMELY weird dreams. and yes it does sound unusually wrong. tts y im so irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda upset lah when u said i was "lega" that so and so isnt really mad at me. i chose to be at your side so dont go saying those things to me ok? ok. arikato guzaimaz(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and about this skin, im really lazy to change it. i have loads more things to do like revise for my upcoming probation test. gosh. they make me sound so bad. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing else to say i think?&lt;br /&gt;do continue the tagging, taggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok loves. terrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115044950437893772?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115044950437893772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115044950437893772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115044950437893772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115044950437893772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-so-pooped.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-115010003633676080</id><published>2006-06-12T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:13:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am blardy pissed with myself. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i woke up from a weird(?) dream about _______ ______ and i found it so weird cause it was my second dream about _______ _______ which happened last week. sister told me that maybe it was another sign that they broke up haah! but its a really weird dream till it got me thinking till now. how come in the two dreams you were all sugary n nice when in true reality you are otherwise? my bed is giving me weird dreams and its irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, to make matters worse, my stomach became upset after breakfast. it was such  an undescribable feeling. i was thinking maybe it rejected the jemput2 ikan bilis mum made for breakfast. i always felt weird when i ate jemput2 ikan bilis. and now, my body's rejecting it. grrreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. it dint only end there. it resulted me to vomit again and again and again until my eyes became all red. then i started coughing badly cause i think i threw up too much and my flam decided to throw out too. and then i had this painful headache AND flu. the flu is still refusing to stop. and so i slept after talking a pandadol(influenced by brother's speaking), woke up at 3.40 and feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sharifah, you must have realised how retarded i sounded just now right? haha. u called right before i slept when i was having all these illnessess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, this all went on until i slept. it all totalled up to six hours and now its afternoon already??and all my plans to complete my tuition homework was destroyed. so now im thinking. what to do tonight? amaths or tuition homework? all thanks to the sudden, uncalled for fit tt my body just HAD to have. and it all JUST had to happen ALL at once. thanks i guess? HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, im dying to change my skin cause i influenced brother to the dealova song already and he loves it, and now im dying to influence all of you too. but heck, i guess that wont be happening today cause it will take me hours to find a perfect skin and as you all know i am fickle-minded and choosy. SO. deal with it khairani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, thanks for listening to my complains about today and we'll meet again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-115010003633676080?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/115010003633676080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=115010003633676080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115010003633676080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/115010003633676080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-blardy-pissed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114976698463455301</id><published>2006-06-08T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:43:05.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEHEHEHHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;naughty khairani has not been updating since like when?&lt;br /&gt;sorry LAH.&lt;br /&gt;okay so, this whole(almost) week was spent on my dance practices.&lt;br /&gt;you know, people should really stop looking down on &lt;em&gt;malay dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so not everyone is looking down on it.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i know a majority who thinks that malay dance is for maknenek minahs.&lt;br /&gt;then i what sehs? okok.&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, people should not look down on these people.&lt;br /&gt;do you even know how much hard work they put on for every dance to make sure that it is perfect?&lt;br /&gt;well i certainly did lah.&lt;br /&gt;dont go see their performance then say, " aiya. tt was so bad. i could have done better."&lt;br /&gt;AHH YOU TRY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure i'll sit there in the crowd laughing my ass off at you.&lt;br /&gt;seriously people, the preparation for the dance is really intensive,&lt;br /&gt;they sweat(i did, like fagging much lah) for hours just to get their steps right.&lt;br /&gt;and its not easy ya know. they have to follow exactly what the teacher is doing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and its graceful and menyusahkan. lol.&lt;br /&gt;okay so, the time tt i spent for practice was tiring, but i still liked it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand. it took some time for me to get my body back to the beat, as i havent been dancing properly for like four years? tts a huge gap lah. its not my fault tt mum doesnt like me going arnd dancing and goin home late. but now, its tooo bad. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeaahs, it was fun i guess. but now, im like far at the back with the juniors since i just joined in, when back then during primary school i was one of the best lah. the best maybe? ya right. but really u know. last time i was really liked by my instructor. kaykay fine. i shall not brag abt myself here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will be performing for hari raya? i really found the syf dance easier lah. this one like so difficult, and i really hope i'll get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;firah send me the dealova song!&lt;br /&gt;its so nice. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should put the song in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;after i change this skin lah. im sick of it remember?&lt;br /&gt;ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was really shocked tt the cikgus loved our bimbotic video clip tt is suppose to be presented to the jb school we're visiting in two weeks time. and erm, its CONFIRMED tt its a boys school? hmms. why am i not excited? cause the cow told us tt the boys there wont care whether you're an ugly duckling(hazel, youre really pretty lah. stop calling urself this name. ok?ok) or pretty, they'll still FLIRT WITH YOU. so erms, girls, be careful ok. so cikgu bayah dunt nid to get so worried lah. theyre the ones who nid to be lectured. not us. rightrightrightright? =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really feeling those muscles in my legs coming, after the dance practices.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this cca will help me drive my stage fright factor away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything else? no i think.&lt;br /&gt;okay, thanks to those who have been tagging. this post is for you? haha.&lt;br /&gt;continue tagging la HOR.&lt;br /&gt;one more thing. this one, you figure out urself lah.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that ______   ______ is attached with _______.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you snap your fingers and more than ten girls(eleven maybe haha) will run to you lah.&lt;br /&gt;why stoop so low stupid. ah your pasal lah stupid.&lt;br /&gt;dont think your relationship will last long anyway. haha. i am so evil i know. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok GOODBYE. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114976698463455301?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114976698463455301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114976698463455301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114976698463455301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114976698463455301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/hehehehhehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114941823037820275</id><published>2006-06-04T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:59:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so blur!hiak!as aziz always say when he chats with me," wahh. suddenly time warp sia." yes, i know. dont rub it in okay. been tagged by hana. since like when? and i only saw it like just now? SIGHS. oh khairani ku. wake up(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Threes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 3 schools u went to&lt;br /&gt;* al-amin(kindergaten. the bestest school ever. serious.)&lt;br /&gt;* fuhua primary&lt;br /&gt;* woodgrove primary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 3 things in ur purse/backpack/bag&lt;br /&gt;* money&lt;br /&gt;* ez-link&lt;br /&gt;* clean and clear oil blotter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things u do when ure really stressed&lt;br /&gt;* sleep&lt;br /&gt;* cry&lt;br /&gt;* ______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 3 places u go on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;* bedroom&lt;br /&gt;* toilet&lt;br /&gt;* kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 3 favourite fruits&lt;br /&gt;* mango&lt;br /&gt;* pineapple&lt;br /&gt;* strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 names u go by&lt;br /&gt;* khai&lt;br /&gt;* kerani&lt;br /&gt;* yani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of ur favourite foods&lt;br /&gt;* MEE SOTO&lt;br /&gt;* grandma's cooking&lt;br /&gt;* dad's chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things ure wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;* redundant. moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Whos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's in the house with u?&lt;br /&gt;* dad&lt;br /&gt;* brother&lt;br /&gt;* friskies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who (or what) r u thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;* hafiz&lt;br /&gt;* the spongebob game&lt;br /&gt;* should i finish that bowl of fried rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who did u last talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;* zulaika. tuition friend. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do u sit next to in your class?&lt;br /&gt;* jin xiang who thinks that he is hotter with the name "jinzo" and he sells jinseng. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person u told u loved?&lt;br /&gt;* nura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do wish u were right now&lt;br /&gt;* no one. but the bad guy, sabretooth in x-men (the first one)'s eyes ARE TOO DIE FOR. THEY ARE SO BIG AND BEAUTIFUL. too bad those guys hadta killed him. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who gets on ur nerves the most at school?&lt;br /&gt;* too many to mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Wheres&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do u live?&lt;br /&gt;* in the jungle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is ur phone?&lt;br /&gt;* six feet under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do u sleep?&lt;br /&gt;* in the jungle? on the trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the last place u took a ride to?&lt;br /&gt;* i duno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are u now?&lt;br /&gt;* here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Whats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the last thing u ate?&lt;br /&gt;* the chocolate bars that are actually meant for aiman. i THINK i ate all of it. haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what colour shirt r u wearing?&lt;br /&gt;* white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the closest item near u that is blue?&lt;br /&gt;* the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u like best about school?&lt;br /&gt;* my friends who love me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is ur favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;* i hate people who ask me this question. ok so what if i have a pink eraser, pink pencil, pink pencil case? that doesnt make me a pink-lover! and tt pencil case even has black and red doodles on it! see? get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u wear more: jeans or shorts?&lt;br /&gt;* jeans outside, shorts at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the last movie that u watched?&lt;br /&gt;* x-men III =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Whens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did u start school?&lt;br /&gt;* four years old. damn sure ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is ur birthday?&lt;br /&gt;* 4th july. *HINT**HINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did u last go to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;friday? to watch the butterflies again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time u bought a pair of pants?&lt;br /&gt;* duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did u last burn something?&lt;br /&gt;* erm.. last year, the birthday card, and the card i bought for him. sorry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY IT ENDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next victims:&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; kat&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; fiza&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; nura&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; zikrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, you better do this. IF NOT YOU DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have been THAT bored eh?&lt;br /&gt;and you must have been THAT bored to read my blog too eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sick of this skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GOODBYE LOVERS.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114941823037820275?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114941823037820275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114941823037820275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114941823037820275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114941823037820275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-blurhiakas-aziz-always-say-when.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114930596159157470</id><published>2006-06-03T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:42:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i know i have not been updating about my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i have been pretty lazy.&lt;br /&gt;but i also admit that i have been online for hours but not blogging,&lt;br /&gt;instead i played online games and went bloghopping and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;okay so, what has khairani been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY was cultural camp. i enjoyed the kungfu session the most.&lt;br /&gt;but i started getting upset when&lt;br /&gt;THAT BLARDY WOMAN HENNA-ED MY HAND(!)&lt;br /&gt;you know, i wouldnt have been so upset if it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;but now i look like a newly married bride. DONT LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i wake up everyday seeing my hand that looked like an alien's wasnt a very nice feeling, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;i knew something was wrong when the kids were looking at me in disbelief thinking( i can read minds ok! jean grey the mini version. lol)," why the hell are you letting that woman ruin your hand?"&lt;br /&gt;now i have to wait for MONTHS before i get only orange-red coloured nails&lt;br /&gt;WHICH BETTER BE NICE I DONT CARE.&lt;br /&gt;and her voice is still ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said: this is traditional henna. after a few hours it will be very red and nice. COME. give me your hand(violently pulls my hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY was a blast! remember me mentioning that im supposed to be the referee?&lt;br /&gt;turns out i played more than i became a referee. but it was awesome, since mr kok encouraged us to play. and he commented on my move! haha. he rounded everyone up and told them that he liked my move on how i avoided anyone from taking the ball. HAHAHAHA. i ver kembang ok? i mean, how often do u get the pe-in-charge telling everyone tt your moves are nice? haha. okay so, the kids are really sporting. i was really amazed cause i thought that they would give up easily. anyway, for those who have no idea who these kids are, its the Sports And Wellness kids.a.k.a. TAF club? but i'd rather stick to the first one la.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made friends with them, and they were so nice! haha. i kept ALMOST hitting this blue shirt guy, and everybody went WOAH, cause i hit into the air real hard lor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the final game i finally became the referree! it was a great experience. we played with the sec 4 malay boys and i finally knew the guy's name! read one of my previous post about my trip to sentosa. remember i said i saw a riversidian at the fort siloso and i had no idea what was his name? well, his name is AIMAN. haha i know. when they were calling out his name during the game, i froze, cause i was wondering why the heck are they calling my brother's name? anyway, he looks like my future brother, except tt my brother is a bit chubby and blur looking la. like the sister oso is it?lol. anyway, akhbar said at one point that the referree, ME was kayu! hello? blame my eyes sight la ok? haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so after it all ended, we went to mr ho to get our free cokes. haha. he told a grandfather story that got me really sleepy lah. and he gave us nuts. to the rest of the 3/7 kids, NI ZAI NA LI? he expected most of us to go la, and only four of us went, me, azza, kat and shangeetha. nevertheless, too bad! we drank all your shares and ate the peanuts like pigs. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY was talentime. why did everyone sing jowang songs? made me so sad sehs. but the trumpet song was nice lah. i can still hear the rhythm in my head. oh not forgetting, CONGRATS TO FAQIH AND IHSAN! u guys should really win first lah. nvm. next year bring guitar and everything, then surely can win one.=) oh and i dun understand why when i shared with my sister the joke that fazreen made before he sang, she laughed so madly lah. strange. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i spent almost the whole day on the com. regretted it cause suddenly it was already 10. luckily there was x-men. if not, i think i would have been stuck with the com all the way. anyway, i find that jean grey was hotter last time then now lah. now she looks like a makcik, so zik, you can be friends with her.=)&lt;br /&gt;i conclude tt x-men wasnt so exciting compared to x-men III, but it helped me to understand the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TODAY im supposed to be happy? the day that ive been waiting for for NINE months finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can anyone explain why am i feeling afraid? i wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114930596159157470?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114930596159157470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114930596159157470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114930596159157470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114930596159157470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes-i-know-i-have-not-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114890625149607738</id><published>2006-05-29T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:37:31.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;proffesor charles from x-men dint die!&lt;br /&gt;okay, so what if i dint know his full name!&lt;br /&gt;fact is, he is not dead!&lt;br /&gt;azza n kat wasted their tears!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;ok, for those who haven watched the movie yet,&lt;br /&gt;make sure u stay till the end of the movie after the credits.&lt;br /&gt;according to sister, the bald guy was lying in a hospital bed, and he asked the nurse," how long will i be here?"&lt;br /&gt;smth like tt lah.&lt;br /&gt;eh but hw the heck did he survive?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, jean grey basically tore him to tiny pieces la.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im looking forward to the xmen2 in the blockbuster sunday! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if ure wondering, im three-quarters done with my chemistry and vocab log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its just the beginning la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T (influenced by mahdi zain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYA(!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114890625149607738?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114890625149607738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114890625149607738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114890625149607738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114890625149607738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahahahhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114879785761213941</id><published>2006-05-28T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T14:43:50.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;i have manymanymany secrets tt must be kept by me!&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i feel rich. i wonder why. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;sushi lovers, see &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Y0PH1o1NPPk&amp;feature=Views&amp;amp;amp;amp;page=2&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superrrrr cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;i am being too mean to _____?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who knows? because of me she's probably crying at home.&lt;br /&gt;had a conver with my sister abt me being mean,&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot how the whole conver went. why eh?&lt;br /&gt;oh fine2. i will delete some parts tt i posted in one of those posts.&lt;br /&gt;happy now, buggers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;and its the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;lets see, on tuesday: cultural camp. wednesday: sports n wellness thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and im supposed to be the referree? haha? aiya. hentam la. my two monyets are excited too. haha. im prepared to have great fun on tt day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends come and go, its part of life. deal with it khairani. DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;go. go runaway. run and never come back. save me from all the heartache. ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, im confused.&lt;br /&gt;teachers are trying to brainwash their student's mind by telling them which is better for students like us to go: JC or Poly.&lt;br /&gt;i dun even know where my life is heading. but i am determine to do muchmuchmuch better for the next common test. jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i get irritated at these people.&lt;br /&gt;they add me, whether its msn, blogspot or friendster.&lt;br /&gt;then they go asking," i think i duno you?"&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;-_________________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;and all the best to all graduating kids who are taking their first olevel paper tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a lame post le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114879785761213941?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114879785761213941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114879785761213941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114879785761213941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114879785761213941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha_28.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114870533115593462</id><published>2006-05-27T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:26:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woken up today BY MY SISTER.&lt;br /&gt;in a cold morning where all i can think about IS MY BED.&lt;br /&gt;she JUST HAD TO WOKE ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: wake up! its already 6.15!&lt;br /&gt;me: heh?(rubs eyes) today where got school?&lt;br /&gt;she: heh?&lt;br /&gt;me: today is saturday laaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;she: eh? ohhh.(switches of my light.dad looks at her in disbelief)&lt;br /&gt;me: kakak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dad: apasal? tersalah bangun?(why? woke up at the wrong time?)&lt;br /&gt;she: hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so because of SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sleep till 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;thanks la hor?&lt;br /&gt;and so, i ended up watching this kids singing show.&lt;br /&gt;and eating whatever i could see on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;-________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i slept.&lt;br /&gt;till 11.&lt;br /&gt;haha! anyway, u still owe one more movie to watch wit me!&lt;br /&gt;i dun care le.&lt;br /&gt;tmr night i wont let u sleep. dont care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, watched X-men wit my two monyets.=)&lt;br /&gt;haha. azza cried when____ died.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt understand the movie at first le.&lt;br /&gt;but enjoyed it la.&lt;br /&gt;its damn good people.&lt;br /&gt;go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;there are those who died tho.&lt;br /&gt;but when ____ died, i guess it was unexpected la,&lt;br /&gt;since two of the monyets cried.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, now im interested to watch the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the movie should not be watched by the kids at one scene where ____ and ____ almost did it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we left class yesterday, strawberry shortcake made us stay back, saying tt we have to go for english file check. haha. turns out, she bought all of us ice creams due to our achievements for the sports carnival. thank you, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thanks to anak jufri for the spongebob's squarepants dvd.=)&lt;br /&gt;i will watch it at nenek's house today.&lt;br /&gt;thaats IF im not lazy enough to go. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive planned many things to do during the holidays, but planning wont do la.&lt;br /&gt;so, we must do last minute planning, so tt it will really happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. parent meeting turned out fine. and im still alive!&lt;br /&gt;so it went smoothly la. aiman was amazed and awestruck by the dangling things in our class.haha.=)&lt;br /&gt;mum said tt it looked like a kindergarten.-_____-"&lt;br /&gt;she left even before it was our turn.-_________________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YOU.&lt;br /&gt;haha. u wont read my blog anyway la.&lt;br /&gt;wont and never will. =D&lt;br /&gt;dun anyhow comment abt other ppl can?&lt;br /&gt;uve hurt his feelings la.&lt;br /&gt;can be more sensitive or not?&lt;br /&gt;ok?ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you no matter what your hair is like,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much u smoke,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how u irritate me when u call my name,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what people think of u.&lt;br /&gt;cause ure the best dad.&lt;br /&gt;whatever u do, its for us.&lt;br /&gt;i know tt. she knows tt.&lt;br /&gt;and we aprreciate it more than u think.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything.=)))&lt;br /&gt;so, dont care abt what the other ppl think of you.&lt;br /&gt;cause they're just there to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;and i know, ure strong enough to face these things.&lt;br /&gt;remember, we will always stay by your side.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, and always, forever will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114870533115593462?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114870533115593462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114870533115593462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114870533115593462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114870533115593462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/woken-up-today-by-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114854854006332137</id><published>2006-05-25T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T14:43:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;i watched main-main cinta ALL BY MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;waited for sister to watch wit me and it seemed like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;she has two movies listed to watch with me,&lt;br /&gt;and ive been wanting to watch them since like friday?&lt;br /&gt;so heck care lah.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;who ask her to be so busy with her life. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the movie was very, erm, okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed the loudest at the part wher the girl(misha omar)&lt;br /&gt;slapped the boy(adam AF2, which haziqah adores very much. haha.).&lt;br /&gt;funny is it? yah. very the funny. so dramatic lor. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it was okay cause misha was still beautiful. so tts the attraction part lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, many dramatic things happened. but ive got a feeling it wont end here.&lt;br /&gt;parent meeting is in another hour. surely got many dramatic scenes after tt one.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. anyways, thnx azza, shabana, sharizan, and the rest lah.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114854854006332137?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114854854006332137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114854854006332137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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got giddy the second round, so now he's lying down drinking his IQ Plus milk. seriously, i think he is addicted, devoted to the milk. he drinks arnd eight bottles per day and he's edy 3 years old. haiyo. how to go school next year like tt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. okay so today was greatgreatGREAT day AFTER school DURING hmt.&lt;br /&gt;haha. fine. make it the journey to and from hmt too.&lt;br /&gt;i never get bored goin to hmt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;today was no exception cause we were the only ones in our class who came for the lesson!&lt;br /&gt;tt made it double more fun, with our kecoh-ness and joking arnd wit cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;she's very sporting sia.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, quraishah(my x schoolmate in pri school n nw in fuhua sec) came during the second half.&lt;br /&gt;haha. we did a group malay oral thingy and it was really niice.&lt;br /&gt;plus stories tt we shared abt hw ppl are killing rare species for food,&lt;br /&gt;and how the human foetus for soup or summin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we disgusted her to the max but she dint seem so irritated lah.&lt;br /&gt;got a feeling we're one of her favourites. HEHEHE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before we left she gave us chocolates tt she bought&lt;br /&gt;when she said she wanted to leave the class&lt;br /&gt;for awhile to put her stuff in the teachers room.&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih!&lt;br /&gt;the irony part abt her and cikgu bayah is tt when i say bye to her,&lt;br /&gt;she aspects me to say selamat tinggal,&lt;br /&gt;but when i said selamat tinggal to cikgu bayah,&lt;br /&gt;she said bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the irony.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so hmt really for once made me forget abt everything, and it felt awesome cause i was really smling and laughing before the childish war started. so thnx again monyets for cherring me up!=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr, aku akan mati.&lt;br /&gt;dad should not have had his hair cut. nw im scared of him, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;hope strawberry shortcake wont faint la. haha. but heck. who cares? he's the bestest daddy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were in the mrt on the way home when there was this guy who had this ring tone: ahhh boyyy. ahhh boyyy. ni zai na liiiii! ( where are you??).&lt;br /&gt;damn cute sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was in my bus just now when i boarded with the guy who plays jiwang(sappy) songs in his stereo at the back of the bus. haha. so there i was, smiling at myself(again) with the jiwang song being played by his stereo. was entertained tho. the apek beside me was freaking me out. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversations, conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;conversation #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a: i am girly and i walk slow.&lt;br /&gt;k: heh? oh u read?&lt;br /&gt;a: -nods head-&lt;br /&gt;k: =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;conversation #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother: kakak, tengok cine mati.( sister, look. got chinese person died.&lt;br /&gt;me: heh?maner?(where?)&lt;br /&gt;bro: situuu...(points at the tents)&lt;br /&gt;me: ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;bro: tuhan matikan dier.(god took him away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow, that conver really got me thinking. HARD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;conversation #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to the teacher's table, searching for my physics paper without saying anything when miss tan suddenly held out her hand.&lt;br /&gt;mt: dun talk to me now. i've got other things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;me: heh?&lt;br /&gt;jun jie: she wasnt even talking.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was an okay day. considering how ive been sulking for the past few days. okok. now its all smiles ok? and hana. stop saying im crying. theres no tears in my eyes. i dun cry infront of ppl. ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say that u wont forgive someone till you grow old, means tt u are unwilling to accept the person's mistake, tho it was just a tiny weeny misunderstanding. sometimes, we may not come to realise it, but our ego may end up destroying everything. &lt;em&gt;forgiving is just giving hate a little room in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114846636287263647?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114846636287263647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114846636287263647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114846636287263647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114846636287263647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/woohoo-just-went-twirling-around-with.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114829408688580835</id><published>2006-05-22T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:01:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it my fault tt i was born as a girl?&lt;br /&gt;is it my fault tt i am so fickle-minded?&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;is it because i am so girly?&lt;br /&gt;am I the one who goes around kissing people?&lt;br /&gt;am I the one who goes around saying I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;AM I?!&lt;br /&gt;do u think its fair for me?&lt;br /&gt;do u think its my fault to be honest abt how I, and THE OTHER PEOPLE have been feeling?&lt;br /&gt;do u think it is fair that NO one was even concerned on how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;is the ego MORE important than the friendship?&lt;br /&gt;so ALL this while I mean NOTHING to you?&lt;br /&gt;when you say u dont care, you really mean it dont you?&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could have put my own ego down and apologise,&lt;br /&gt;but the problem just became so fagging BIG that i dont think i can ever forgive anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;is it WRONG to tell someone that u care about them?&lt;br /&gt;when all u get in return is just shitty marks that will leave a deeper cut in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;so for all this while, my friendship meant nothing to you right?&lt;br /&gt;and i walk so effin slow that even the snail walks faster than me right?&lt;br /&gt;if you think that your friendship means nothing to me, you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;if you think that im okay with you criticising me, you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and you, have gone beyond the line.&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking about this for THREE consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;i have been crying, wondering whether all this while,&lt;br /&gt;all the time spent together went in the drain.&lt;br /&gt;i have spent endless times THINKING and THINKING&lt;br /&gt;while you were probably enjoying yourself,&lt;br /&gt;having the time of your life with those two TRUE buddies of yours.&lt;br /&gt;i forgive you for whatever wrong you have done to US.&lt;br /&gt;wrongs that you did not realise and wrongs tt ive tried telling you&lt;br /&gt;but being an egoist, u cannot accept.&lt;br /&gt;but i WILL not ask for an apology for being a true friend&lt;br /&gt;and trying to change you tho i have failed.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont mind that.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know that i will have to somehow accept you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;because i have sworn to myself that i will be there for my friends no matter who they are.&lt;br /&gt;but what if the friend herself will never understand how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;what if she thinks that all this while i hated her?&lt;br /&gt;what if she thinks that im just a sensitive makcik&lt;br /&gt;who goes around being sensitive for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114829408688580835?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114829408688580835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114829408688580835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114829408688580835'/><link 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i have zilch mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;at times,&lt;br /&gt;i think khairani rupie should really shut her big gap to avoid conflicts and consequences which might lead to world war 4.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to TRY to make things better,&lt;br /&gt;but seems like it all went down the longkang.&lt;br /&gt;and got labeled MAKCIK.&lt;br /&gt;and i noe they care.&lt;br /&gt;tho they say they dont.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i am effin sick, effin sad and effin moody.&lt;br /&gt;awak dan kamu, dun fight k?&lt;br /&gt;if wana fight, we go play street bandy, see who win.&lt;br /&gt;more fun tt way right?&lt;br /&gt;sadsadsad me.&lt;br /&gt;im even half listening to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;she seems pissed.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is pissed.&lt;br /&gt;that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114795320910607162</id><published>2006-05-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:53:29.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello readers. i am back. saya sudah pulang. chinese, tamil, i dunoe. hoho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMELAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;my reason for not blogging lately is to prove to mum tt i dont nid a com to do unnecessary stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;but im dying to write about what's been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll give myself one hour to write abt whatever i wanna write abt. SHEESH. ok go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;, after school, waited like crap for the two three-eighters to finish their file check. then went to kim's house to watch &lt;u&gt; the doll master&lt;/u&gt;. haha. we rented the cd from the shop nearby the woodlands interchange after our &lt;strong&gt;unsuccessful try&lt;/strong&gt; to watch &lt;strong&gt;voice &lt;/strong&gt;which was nc16. actually, our plan was to ask claude to buy for us the tickets, since she's 16. so here's how the conver went between the ticket-seller and claude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c: can i buy for tickets to watch voice.&lt;br /&gt;t: its an nc16 movie you know.&lt;br /&gt;c: yeah we know. &lt;em&gt;-_-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t: (&lt;strong&gt;looks up and down at us all&lt;/strong&gt;) err...can i see you ic please?&lt;br /&gt;c: here.&lt;br /&gt;t: err... can i have all your ics please?&lt;br /&gt;c: they dint bring theirs.&lt;br /&gt;t: then ur ezlink cards? i just nid to check ur birthdates.&lt;br /&gt;c: oh. they're actually fifteen. &lt;em&gt;(SMART CLAUDE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t: &lt;strong&gt;( looked kinda relieved tt his suspicions were correct&lt;/strong&gt;.) oh. then u cant buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adfejtlsaigmwerglan.&lt;br /&gt;fishcake(!)&lt;br /&gt;so we were all so sad. and so i decided to take revenge by buying an nc16 movie. but then hor, arent they supposed to be not nc16? haiya dunoe? different country maybe. hmm. well, the story was good. it was creepy, but wasnt as scary as ouija board when we kept screaming even after the second trial. haha. oh before watching the movie, we made french toast. kay fine. make it &lt;em&gt;them. &lt;/em&gt;i was just observing hw they made it. oh but i did do some stuff like dipping the bread into the egg and putting it into the kuali. haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, decided to go home cause it was late. while we were walking towards the door, kim screamed. its not just a scream&lt;em&gt;scream.&lt;/em&gt; it was more like a scream&lt;strong&gt;scream. &lt;/strong&gt;uhhuh. so claude screamed too. i, dunoe why, oso scream. but i dint noe why? i tot she saw a lady wit long hair or summin. turns out she screamed because of a scroll of paper squeezed in between the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao. make me get heart attack seh. sheesh. and after tt we laughed and laughed and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, in the 903 bus, i overheard a conver between a mother n a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m: u dun wana go school rite. the tmr i call ur teacher and tell her ure quitting school.&lt;br /&gt;d: mummy....(sad face)&lt;br /&gt;m: then? u said u dun wana go school wad. oh, and tt means we're not buying ur storybooks. since ure not goin to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;d: i dun wannnn..*sniffsniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and BLABLABLA. how typical is tt sia? so parents still use tt line to scare their children? i remember being so scared when my dad told me tt. but now, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after i heard the conver, i smiled and snickered. by myself. haha? but it was only for 3 seconds. imagine? from the sour face to my laughing face. like mad woman la hor? after tt, i looked up and i saw a man looking straight into my fac.e it was so expressionless? so i smiled at him, &lt;em&gt;assuming &lt;/em&gt;tt he heard the conversation. i gave him a &lt;strong&gt;didyouhearthatwasntitfunnywhyareyoulookingatmelikethatohsoudintunderstanditithoughtudidpaisehpaiseh&lt;/strong&gt; smile. and then i stared back at him, just like what he did to me. then i rolled my eyes away, since he was still staring at me with tt blank look. bodo. ishk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. so today we watched &lt;u&gt;a walk to remember&lt;/u&gt;.  it was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, cikgu was discussing with us what activities we should do at the jb school. maktab rendah sultan summin. im so excited. but i heard its a boy school? o.O hopefully not la hor.maybe there's a small group of girls too. pleaseplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gona eat more fruits and drink more fruit juice since ive been having the urge to shit but it just wont come out. haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. terrah! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114795320910607162?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114795320910607162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114795320910607162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114795320910607162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114795320910607162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114760480851504576</id><published>2006-05-14T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:19:32.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday means school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school means schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolwork means homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework means MDM NORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gawd. i haven done my emaths hmwk. i dunoe? i still dont get the formula for the plotting of graphs thingy. SIGHS. okok. i have been dying to talk about what have been happening for past few days, buttttt dunoe why i had mood to do so. ive got my own business to do la ok? HEHE. ok fine. lets start from wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a blast! after school only la. became a mother for two hours plus. hoho. a kid with seven mothers. adopted a baby tt we named Juno. aww. he's so damn attractive! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just look at the mothers la hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we fed Juno and played with catching with him for awhile. everything went fine until a minah with an imitation adidas bag just picked Juno into her stinky arms and skipped away happily. WHAT DE HECK. so urm, we're planning to make advertisements on Juno. hopefully we can find him/her(?) back and mke damn sure he wont grow up with bad influence. haha? im crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we rented a super sad korean movie titled "Season Of Love" and cried and cried. sad la hor? hoho. its nice to see them on the soft side at times. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts... basically the only thing i can remember on wednesday. ok! moving on to thursday! the bestest day in school for the year so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sports carnival day! we spent half the day cheering our boys for soccer. and we were...urm..lets just say we were the only kecoh ones there. haha! everytime they finished a match we would provide them water. not forgetting how we boo-ed the other classes. especially dinasour's class. 3/7 girls, u know, i know. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;okay so they won first! i THINK our cheering help a lot la hor? and not forgetting it made the other classes feel inferior. haha. had a blast in the field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came street bandy. well, before that, the netball girls had conflicts between each other but things cleared after strawberry shortcake talked them out. haha. street bandy girls rocked the hall! so i played for every rounds except for the second, cause i wanted to give the reserves a chance to play. first match, i got wacked with the stick on my cheek and my thumb. ver pain u know? dint realise it was THAT painful till the next day. hoho. well, the other class apologised and they look really guilty. well, ive been dying the whole weekend, being extremely careful so that i wont hit my thumb with anything. and the bruise on my cheek is not so visible now. I FORGIVE YOU. so stop apologising like mad to me when u see me at school la ok? im fine. finefinefinefine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as bad as my sis tho. she got two stitches by an asswipe who wacked the spot below her mouth. and he dint even apologised or accompanied her to the doctor. luckily, she was under insurance, so she dint havta pay. but she hadta eat her food in smaller pieces. looked more like tiny to me. haha. but she's removing her stitches tuesday, i think? all i can say is, luckily tt dude dint hit me. if he did, i'll make sure i'll get all my friends in the school and do a massive search for him and make him suffer. bastard(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the third match. we were against 3/2. tough match! miss chai was their goalkeeper which was so difficult for me cause she was so strong and she kept pushing me. haha. but we tied and hadta do penalties. actually, all our games resulted to penalties which my group was very good at. haha. so we went through the third round. then there was break. and i wanted to pee. anfter peeing, we were walking back when ____________ walked past me n kat, n said, "congrats!!", while clapping his/her hands. haha. me and kat looked at each other in extreme shock. unexpected la hor? anyways, my whole class was screaming throughout the match. haha. kecoh giler. we were hugging each other so crazily tt we hugged strawberry shortcake too! haha? she was screaming like some schoolgirl oso. crazy, crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final match was against the 3/6. i was so sad! cause we hadta play against fifi, my monyet relative. and she was so small! i dint wana hurt her. at first, they scored. but fat mama =) said that we still had 5 mins. i was so sad from there cause i thought we wont make it. so we played for a minute before my leg, suddenly went haywire. my left leg la. i turned and it dint move! the feeling, was unexplainable. i tried moving my toes but it couldnt move. &lt;em&gt;my gawd. &lt;/em&gt;it was so weird? then started weeping. quietly la. not because of the pain( it wasnt even that painful. just gets painful when i try to move it), but because ive let the class down. and so, i stupidly covered my pathetic face and sobbed. then the sjab kids massaged my leg. haha. im going in detail here. anyways, thanks to the girl who kept spraying my leg with this cooling substance and another girl who massaged my leg, despite me keep telling her that i was &lt;em&gt;fine.&lt;/em&gt; then she asked me to sit. so my group kept playing, while i stupidly sat there, helplessly. and THEY SCORED! haha. later on fifi told me that when i fell, they thought that it will take time so they thought they would win. luckily, my class took a poisitive approach and we scored! so there we were, screaming again, and they hugged me. haha. so nice la hor? apparently, my leg sprained(?) but it wasnt so serious after all. hoho. false alarm but got work right? i was a blessing in disguise. haha!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, i just dunoe why, i felt like i was bonded with the class. i cried not for myself, but for the class. sacrifice la ok? but fun de. so they did penalties again which they scored! haha. so proud of them. my street bandy girls: kat, azza, mj, shabana, diy and haziqah( thnx fer replacing me!), wo ai ni!! haha. i had great fun there, not forgetting the bond we formed while playing, and the teamwork we put on, it all payed off when we clinched FIRST!! haha. it all felt like a dream. but all i can say is, sports carnival really brought my class together. to the netball girls, dont give up ok? we will do better next year, be more organise, and clinch first for everything. haha? im so greedy. eh but why not seh? soccer and street bandy first. now only left netball, basketball and the running stuff. we can do it ok? sayang bangat sama kamu semua!=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endless smiles la ok? HEHE. first time i got medal for sports stuff la ok?ive never really been interested in sports back in primary school. aiya. im only good at playing street bandy la. the rest, ngomong sama tangan. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fm: ok ke tak?&lt;br /&gt;k: yeah i think&lt;br /&gt;fm: sprained eh kaki?&lt;br /&gt;k: -shruggs-&lt;br /&gt;fm: tak tau?&lt;br /&gt;k: tak.&lt;br /&gt;fm: ah bagus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dingdingdingding!&lt;br /&gt;note: im not a doctor la. how to know whether its sprain or not? haiya. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was boring. dint do anything conservative the whole day. chatted with nicholas. hoho. told him about an apek incident yesterday. scary sia. i was walking home and strolling under the bloks when there was this apek with the aku-tak-mandi stench, who looked at me. when i turned, i saw him give me this pervetic smile. ARGH. i was so scared le. so i quickly wore my skirt with a crammed expression on my face. haha. it was nice talking to him. he's weird u know? it seems like he doesnt really like talking to ppl, but i will make him! haha. plus he allowed me to pester him all the time. certified edy la ok? so i wont be so bored online. hoho. he's really, really interesting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition. haha. the boys were extremely funny. we played taboo. i was stupid sia. so semangat want to eat, only to realise later that i forgot to bring my money. paiseh sia! hoho. so me n adila walked around and talked. since the other girls went to i duno where. but it was nice, with the boys around. i realised, in sec 3, everyone starts to bond, and we dont have no probs like fren no fren kinda thing. its good la. rather than u go to the same tuition but dun talk. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition, got home and watched a moment to remember in youtube. girls, did u know? they were a few parts that were cut from the original movie? i have no idea which came out in the cinemas, but for the original parts, some dint make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, went to my gran's house. i was extremely agitated when there was this nyonya who stepped on my slipper! and my then my other leg started to hurt too because of her! ok so i gave her that red-light look. haha. my friends would know how i look like when im irritated. hahahaha.luckily she apologised. i like going out and seeing people. there was this funny couple which made me laughing madly on my own. this nyonya was touching(more like carassing) her husband's head. he had a shiny bald spot in the middle, and white hair at the back. so you can just imagine. an she did that right in the middle of civics. haha. my stomach wana burst sia. anways, watched soccer with amir, sister, uncle and grandpa. kecoh sia my uncle. well, Singapore lost. butttt. i saw khairul amri at last! haha. he had really great moves man. nowander fifi talks a lot about him. oh, and the referree was so kayu. and it was my first time too to see fandi ahmad so mad. he was shouting at the players. but he cant blame them la. they were mostly reserves, after the original players either got hurt or got the red card. well had fun there. and had fun receiving money too. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maggi anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"get them back together! get them back together!" says my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she says no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he says yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i say yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;two against one, two wins! hoho. too bad :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114760480851504576?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114760480851504576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114760480851504576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114760480851504576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114760480851504576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114743202601598564</id><published>2006-05-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:13:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head.Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.&lt;br /&gt;Ready, Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- hafiz&lt;br /&gt;2- kat&lt;br /&gt;3- fara&lt;br /&gt;4- claude&lt;br /&gt;5- kim&lt;br /&gt;6- cow&lt;br /&gt;7- hana pisang&lt;br /&gt;8- azza&lt;br /&gt;9- izzah&lt;br /&gt;10- fifi&lt;br /&gt;11- diyanah&lt;br /&gt;12- mj&lt;br /&gt;13- shabana&lt;br /&gt;14- yen shan&lt;br /&gt;15- zikrie&lt;br /&gt;16- hazel&lt;br /&gt;17- ihsan&lt;br /&gt;18- hairi&lt;br /&gt;19- badron&lt;br /&gt;20- nicholas&lt;br /&gt;21- jun jie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;14-yen shan.&lt;br /&gt;in choir? but got closer to her this year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;6- cow&lt;br /&gt;then i wuldnt noe tt my nose was actually interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;9- izzah. 20- jun jie.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! it wuld be the end of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 5?&lt;br /&gt;5- kim&lt;br /&gt;ya. i lesbian u dunoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 4 and 10 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;4- claude. 10- fifi.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Describe 8&lt;br /&gt;8- azza&lt;br /&gt;this monyet is very hyper. 24/7 jumping arnd. luv her luv her.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think 13 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;13-shabana&lt;br /&gt;she's extremely attractive. if ure really close to her. if ure not, then lets just say, ure judging a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Say something about 7&lt;br /&gt;7-hana pisang&lt;br /&gt;only her close friends know how noisily she slurps her noodles. incredibly noisy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family?&lt;br /&gt;4- claude&lt;br /&gt;yupp. everyone in her family in fact! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 21's favorite idol?&lt;br /&gt;21-jun jie&lt;br /&gt;miss tan? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do if 18 confess that he liked you?&lt;br /&gt;18-hairi&lt;br /&gt;did that, done that. but dun think tt will ever happen again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What language does 20 speak?&lt;br /&gt;20-nicholas =))&lt;br /&gt;chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;9-izzah&lt;br /&gt;haha!jun jie?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;16-hazel&lt;br /&gt;same age as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.When's the last time you talked to 12?&lt;br /&gt;12-mj&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. our memorable day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 2's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;2-kat&lt;br /&gt;u shudve asked me what genre. she likes a lot lor. know how to pick nice2 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 10?&lt;br /&gt;10-fifi&lt;br /&gt;-___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 12?&lt;br /&gt;12- mj&lt;br /&gt;-______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;15-zik&lt;br /&gt;yupp. right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 19's last name?&lt;br /&gt;19-badron&lt;br /&gt;ask kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;11. diyanah.&lt;br /&gt;-_________________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. which school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;3- fara&lt;br /&gt;rss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. where does 17 live?&lt;br /&gt;17- ihsan&lt;br /&gt;woodlands? never went to his house before. this year hari raya must go hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 16?&lt;br /&gt;16- hazel&lt;br /&gt;she's sweet. i can talk to her about anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen number 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;1- hafiz&lt;br /&gt;heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the difficulty of me trying to put pictures of Juno and hence brought to the uncomplete feeling of writing about yesterday and the day before, and tt ive been waiting to get help from liy but she's not online, i'll push everything till tomorrow. till then, i hope u enjoyed the thing i did on the above. khairani rupie, OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114743202601598564?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114743202601598564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114743202601598564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114743202601598564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114743202601598564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/name-21-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114699001173007407</id><published>2006-05-07T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:42:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three more bloody papers.&lt;br /&gt;how can tahan?&lt;br /&gt;for sure, i will be failing the papers tt i have taken.&lt;br /&gt;to make the matters worse, i will be getting my hmt results tmr too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;horray horray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck ok?&lt;br /&gt;my life is on a thin thread now.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. studied so hard, but it seems like it all went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TEST!&lt;br /&gt;SHOO. SHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i bloodily did tt thing for her ok?&lt;br /&gt;u can shut up or not?&lt;br /&gt;so what if ure THREE years older than me?&lt;br /&gt;doesnt make any difference lah ok?&lt;br /&gt;my business lah what i wana say.&lt;br /&gt;not ur business lah ok?&lt;br /&gt;get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;so shut up(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dingdingdingding!&lt;br /&gt;its not sister. so dun worry wor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i saved 25 bucks edy!&lt;br /&gt;can see my wishlist?its cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;first time i saved THAT much. can believe or not?&lt;br /&gt;i never saved money before lah.&lt;br /&gt;still beginners lah kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i wana save 50 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;zik says i have high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;too high hopes maybe?&lt;br /&gt;it never hurts to hope u know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;come faster can?&lt;br /&gt;can?&lt;br /&gt;one more month come faster can?&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of cikgu haizat last night.&lt;br /&gt;he had grey hair?&lt;br /&gt;maybe he misses me.&lt;br /&gt;haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have been day-dreaming of getting an mp3.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i threw mine away. after it got naked, i found no use of keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;and a hp with the," are ya ready kids? aye2 captain!" ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;like his.&lt;br /&gt;remembered when his hp rang in the mrt. i was like, wth was tt? then when he picked up the call, i couldnt stop laughing till he smiled while talking to his mum. &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; beautiful smile. those days. cant deny ive been thinking a lot abt him lately. since its May. where the war is going to begin again. and this time, i will fight for what i want. oh and dont worry. its not affecting my studied at all. i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my birthday is in two months time! i wan a tamaguchi. &lt;em&gt;please?&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;no shame ah khairani? ISHK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where'd you go? i miss u so, seems like it's been gone forever, that you've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114699001173007407?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114699001173007407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114699001173007407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114699001173007407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114699001173007407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/three-more-bloody-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114672923212960393</id><published>2006-05-04T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:53:52.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;i just went back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, when khairani was once a girl who came to school without combing her hair(i still do tt) and lives the most confusing life, where she keeps doing stupid stuff cause she thinks tt those things will release her from the pain she goes through; school, friends and family. then suddenly, a guy with these big arms came and hugged her and told her tt everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw tt with my very own eyes!&lt;br /&gt;it really felt like i was there. i remembered writing thsoe posts and hw i felt at tt time.&lt;br /&gt;haha?&lt;br /&gt;but i closed down tt site.&lt;br /&gt;cause i felt i needed to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;so tt i could hopefully get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i even wrote for him a poem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at times I have not been the best,&lt;br /&gt;and there were times that I have failed your tests.&lt;br /&gt;There were days when you were oh-so alone,&lt;br /&gt;a couple of sad times with no-one's fault but my own.&lt;br /&gt;I would give you anything I can, anything at all,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be there to catch every tear that might fall.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that forever wasn't just a word you say.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby, please don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be your knight in shinning armor, as you see,&lt;br /&gt;but only for you I am being the best I can be.&lt;br /&gt;I love you even more than you know,&lt;br /&gt;you never leave me, you're in my heart wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;Please kiss me and hold me so tight,&lt;br /&gt;encourage me that things will be all right,&lt;br /&gt;That I am not wrong for loving a person like you,&lt;br /&gt;a person who makes all of my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;A true person I am, as I always will be,&lt;br /&gt;I have been very stupid lately, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance, hell, maybe two,&lt;br /&gt;but whatever happens I don't ever want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh those times.&lt;br /&gt;when there were catfights happening every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;when i kept bitching about teachers,&lt;br /&gt;when i actually thought i was &lt;em&gt;stressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheesh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the times when i started seeing the real life.&lt;br /&gt;when i started thinking tt i shud really grow up.&lt;br /&gt;stupid times la.&lt;br /&gt;but stupid times oso, i dunt think i wuld be standing here if i dint go through tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished those times wuld come again.&lt;br /&gt;when my life was more exciting?&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its all to studies.&lt;br /&gt;nothing but STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear on my graduation day, i wuld feel like a kezillion pounds of stress wuld be lifted of my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u wish khairani.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, i bet i'll be more stressed.&lt;br /&gt;haha? at least i'll get to have a break. and the longest break from secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually improved on my english!&lt;br /&gt;haha? those posts must at least contain one word of 'fuck'.&lt;br /&gt;now i get what my sis meant when i kept saying tt last year.&lt;br /&gt;very irritating ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunt wana talk about my exams. so far, i think i did badly enough.&lt;br /&gt;dunt think i'll do well this time. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. if i get A for emaths, amths, bio and physics, everything would be fine right?&lt;br /&gt;right?mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is so not my day. like yesterday. and the day before. and last monday. and tuesday. u get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;boarded the same bus as gergasi. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;waiittt. correction: he boarded the same bus as me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: hi khairani(waves his GIGANTIC hand in front of my face, then sitting behind me)&lt;br /&gt;me: ( i smiled- irritatedly)&lt;br /&gt;he: balik ngan kawan ke per?&lt;br /&gt;me: tak. &lt;em&gt;are you like blind? do you see anyone sitting beside me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: tak blajar?&lt;br /&gt;me: nak balik la ni. nak blajar.&lt;br /&gt;he: ohh. hari nie paper aper?&lt;br /&gt;me: chem.&lt;br /&gt;he: ohh. susah?&lt;br /&gt;me: so-so.&lt;br /&gt;he: haha. eh apasal mata kau sepet ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;cant you like shut up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: tak lah. main2 jer. eh nama kau saper?khairiani eh?&lt;br /&gt;me: khairani.&lt;br /&gt;he: ahh? tak dgr ah. sbb kau ckp kat depan.&lt;br /&gt;me: khairani! &lt;em&gt;who asked you not to sit beside me if u wanted to talk to me the first place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: ohh. eh birthday kau biler?&lt;br /&gt;me: ntah.&lt;br /&gt;he: bilang ah.&lt;br /&gt;me: asal nak tau?&lt;br /&gt;he: tak bleh eh?&lt;br /&gt;me: tak.&lt;br /&gt;he: ohh. tak bleh tak per.&lt;br /&gt;me: bagus.&lt;br /&gt;he: haha.ader msn?&lt;br /&gt;me: asal nak tau?&lt;br /&gt;he: tak bleh tau eh? k takper.&lt;br /&gt;me: bagus.&lt;br /&gt;he: haha. eh besok paper aper?&lt;br /&gt;me: emaths.&lt;br /&gt;he: ohh. aku ari ni emaths. susah sak.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. at least kau tak take amths per.&lt;em&gt;HELLO? TRY GOING TO RIVERSIDE THEN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: yelar. eh kau ader numbor?&lt;br /&gt;me: asal nak tau?&lt;br /&gt;he: tak bleh tau eh? tak bleh tak per.&lt;br /&gt;me: bagus.&lt;br /&gt;he: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. THE BUS REACHED TO MY PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;i just went down, without even looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;i could have sworn the bus driver took longer than usual to reach my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my multi- racial readers, so sorry for the malay writing. blame the giant for talking in malay. it wasnt even nice malay. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. if only hafiz was still with me, and he was never in there,  then he couldve gone home with me, kicked the guys huge penis , punch him all over, leave him crawling around for help before threatening him to never talk to me again. tt would have been close to bliss.heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really wished things would have never changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where is everyone? i cant wait to pinch my brother's chubby cheeks.&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;till then, i will mug for tmr's emaths paper!chia yo khairani! you can do it, you can prove it, YEAH!&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;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/18691168-114672923212960393?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114672923212960393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114672923212960393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114672923212960393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114672923212960393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/05/tsk-tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114640912657270646</id><published>2006-04-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:08:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are getting mad abt some other people. chill ok? just because they can become heads doesnt mean we havta be their slaves mah? im sure they'll listen to our suggestions and stuff, and its a group work effort ok? so what if their heads. at least we can be the body. the body better right? hmm. i have no fagging idea what im talking abt. haha. btw, just because we're not heads doesnt mean we wont have a blast there. its better than being a head. it think, if im the head, i will faint in the finals. weak eh khairani? tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i dont like. yesterday oso i dont like. i skipped madrasah today. haha? i was ironing my madrasah clothes when my sis came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: eh u wana skip madrasah?&lt;br /&gt;me: heh?eheh. ok. u ask dad ah.&lt;br /&gt;sis: u ask ah.&lt;br /&gt;me: no u ask.(pushes her to dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: dad can we skip madrasah?&lt;br /&gt;dad: heh? nono. cannot.&lt;br /&gt;sis: please. ive loads of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;dad: then your sis?&lt;br /&gt;sis: she too.&lt;br /&gt;dad: sigh. up to u la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: (looks at me and grins widely.)&lt;br /&gt;me: (looks at her back and grins wider.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. first time for this year. =)&lt;br /&gt;well, we did tt mainly because mum went to batam with grandma and she wont be home till tomorrow. i dint even know until my sis told me after we decided to skip our religious class. irritated you know? she never tells me anything anymore. this is injustice. and i really had this assumption tt she went to the pasar or summin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: she dint tell you when she's coming home?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;dad: she dint even tell you where she's going?&lt;br /&gt;me: no dad. she never tells me anything anymore. &lt;em&gt;stop rubbing it in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: (looks at me sympathetically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder he's been nice to me the whole day. i guess he feels sorry tt mum isnt in talking terms with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as i said, i dont like today.&lt;br /&gt;why?because ive been lazing at home. the whole day. yesterday too. i feel like a pig u know? all i did was eat, sleep, use the computer, watch television. not even a single revision, or homework to be done. nupp. nadda. zilch. kosong. its really a stupid feeling. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im addicted to this macdonald's game at mozonegames.com. its all abt strategy. i dunno why i love these type of games, it can make a person go to sleep, but to me, its way interesting. till now, i have no idea hw to win tt game. I MUST TRY HARDER. go khairani go khairani GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dint like yesterday too. hidayat was back and gave us his shitty attitude as usual. i &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; im hating him more and more. hiak! not my fault if he gets mad at me for not replying his msgs or summin. my prepaid is already going negative and i feel like throwing my card away because im not making use of it. with the overcoming bill tt an arse gave me for misusing my library card, i still have a balance fine of 90 bucks to pay to my mum. sighs. everytime i think abt it, i wonder how can such a person exist in riverside.  if not for the fines, i would have been eating cheeseballs everyday and spending my money like water. but no, mishaps just have to happen to me. why like tt one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidayat shud really take a chill pill. i dont know why i still continue taking tt tuition. i know it may be beneficial for me as time passes by, but for now? wasting my time, really. luckily there are some pros for attending my tuition class. i just love my english tutor, bakhtiar. fine. MR BAKHTIAR. he rocks really. i think he should ease up with the expression on his face tho. he looks so stressed people may think tt his humour is a result to his brain damage. his jokes are so damn funny, i laugh at almost everything he does. there are moments when i cant stop laughing and the rest of the class just go,"huh?". sheesh. no sense of humour at all. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we're going to my nyai's house to go for this kenduri arwah. i forgot whose but its okay. the least i can do is to say a little prayer for tt person who died. BUT HAVING TO WEAR A BAJU KURUNG?! why cant i wear pants instead? sekali i come then everyone wear pants. like paiseh you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shoot. i wana continue playing the macdonald's game.&lt;br /&gt;btw, the hollabackcrew below 17 kinda suck. go check them out at &lt;a href="http://hollabackcrew.com"&gt;http://hollabackcrew.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;disappointing REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lallalalalalalallalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my featured clip for today: &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_fI0nTlexk&amp;feature=Favorites&amp;amp;page=2&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_fI0nTlexk&amp;feature=Favorites&amp;amp;page=2&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114640912657270646?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114640912657270646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114640912657270646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114640912657270646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114640912657270646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114622008314381485</id><published>2006-04-28T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:29:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yabadee-yabadoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat changed her url.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say some people just love being snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;haah. don't worry ok?&lt;br /&gt;snoopy's doing his job well.&lt;br /&gt;no need to help him.nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kimmy-mimmy-pimmy-yimmy&lt;br /&gt;has officially start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;after the virus and the-travelling-back-in-time work we did,&lt;br /&gt;the computer finally found back its memory&lt;br /&gt;and reincarnated.nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;haah. remembered tt day when we were trying to fix her computer?&lt;br /&gt;take note of the word before "to".&lt;br /&gt;fun ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok deh.today was our ss paper. stupid you know?&lt;br /&gt;the pen was hurting my tangan so bad tt i was shaking.&lt;br /&gt;waste time ok? so i spent 40 minutes doing the structured essay.&lt;br /&gt;and i dint managed to finish my last question for the SBQ.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during history, mrs lee announced the winners for the 3/7 super bands competition last week.&lt;br /&gt;and we won!can believe or not? we were one out of the two bands who won.haha? it was so damn last minute lor. and it was too short? i dunoe hw we can win one leh. but nvm. dah rezeki. so they sent me out as a representative. and i shook mrs lee's hand! it was so small! and she was so short! and cute! haha? love her man. so we got kinda buenos and lollipops, whereas the whole class got oreos cause we did a great job. she's the best ok? love her love her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after tt we had street bandy. must practice ok? we're having our sports meet soon. i played ver semangatly you know? i was sweating non stop after the game. tiring but fun ok? i dunoe when im supposed to run my 2.4km run. maybe i fail? i dunoe.haah. dun care oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during recess i got note ok? from her. then i gave her a lollipop. everyone went,"awww."&lt;br /&gt;nice eh the lollipop? i dont know why guys lie abt the other guy being with other girls just to get her. look at how easy i got her. stop the snatching ok? she belongs to me. me and only me. get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept during malay for half an hour. pitied cikgu sey. she's like the bestest malay teacher in our school. she is so sporting! but today she was sick, and some of the kids were making to much noise. sighs. pity her. she said tt we'll be incharge for the racial harmony camp thingy! racial harmony eh?dunoe? but who cares? we hmt kids and some others are in charge! woots? so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enoughenough. i wan go feed my neopets. who knows if they'll end up getting uggaugga too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uggaugga= an illness for neopets who are abondoned for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu. sorry ok? i only used u to play games. and i got gold trophy for the game cheat! the secret to my success is to actually never cheat in the game. really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114622008314381485?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114622008314381485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114622008314381485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114622008314381485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114622008314381485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/yabadee-yabadoo.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114613477428364499</id><published>2006-04-27T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:57:36.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;i havent updated for almost a week?&lt;br /&gt;tired ok?&lt;br /&gt;everyday this week has been such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;i could have died.&lt;br /&gt;this must have been the most suay week so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;don't even ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my skin!heh.&lt;br /&gt;i needed to renew my world.&lt;br /&gt;refer to miss hesley's summary homeworks and you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today kickstarts the very first common test paper.&lt;br /&gt;can see my wishlist?&lt;br /&gt;i wana pass &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;came out of the house wit flip flops because i dint wana sit for a paper wit wet shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately&lt;/em&gt; for me the bus left the minute i reached the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ok?&lt;br /&gt;so i told my sis i'll be taking a cab,&lt;br /&gt;since it was raining and it was already 7.10.&lt;br /&gt;and the bus would likely come at around 7.15.&lt;br /&gt;how to get to school on time sey like tt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to hail a cab when aishah jibun(as azza calls her) called my name.&lt;br /&gt;haha! so she was late too!&lt;br /&gt;we spent arnd 10 minutes trying to stop a cab, hailing here, hailing there.&lt;br /&gt;waste of time ok?&lt;br /&gt;i think if we took bus, we could have made it.&lt;br /&gt;but noooo.&lt;br /&gt;we just hadta take cab.heh.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its because of our past experiences of being late.&lt;br /&gt;finally, when we got a cab, we asked the taximan to drive faster. cepat eh cik!haha!&lt;br /&gt;nvm, nvm. the taxi fare was cheap, since it was split into two.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the toilet to change to proper shoes before proceeding to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;blablabla.the boring school schedules.what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the english summary paper was so long.&lt;br /&gt;and i was writing and writing and writing.&lt;br /&gt;i finished it just in time.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how i'll fare for this test.&lt;br /&gt;quite difficult eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i went home. straight sey. can believe or not.&lt;br /&gt;got to see all the kids who goes home straight after school. they're good kids ok?&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking, i don't really like taking buses, especially when they are full.&lt;br /&gt;i'll either end up touching someone's hair/bags/skin/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and they'll end up touching mine.&lt;br /&gt;irritating ok?sheesh. dad should get a car, then drive me back n to school. then i will never be late and i will never get home late. i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok deh.&lt;br /&gt;so when i got home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: asal balik siang?&lt;br /&gt;me: takder malay dance. then there's common test. so no ccas. (keeps looking away, anywhere but not at her)&lt;br /&gt;mum : pegi lipat kain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. come home early straight away do chores. tired u know? but nvm la. i wana CHANGE FOR THE BETTER. wanna be a GOOD DAUGHTER. i hope to gain all the trust she gave me before.so i said, ok. then i took a shower, folded the clothes, and here i am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so my main point to go home early was to memorise my ss notes for tomorrow's paper. but i have no idea what i'm doing here. i am attached to the computer ok.heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i cant stand it anymore. neither can she.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt my fault. it wasnt her fault too.&lt;br /&gt;but she started it. i continued it.&lt;br /&gt;so how? like tt lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it anymore ok?why must i keep tolerating other's tanrums when they cant do the same for me? and why me, when i did no wrong.i penat already ok? keep calming myself when someone gets fed-up and puts all the anger on me. but till when? i have feelings too ok? i look happy but im not ok? i love you. i love them. but stop doing this to me ok? then when things get rocky, i must be the one who apologises. i must take responsible for all the harm tt happened. im not superwoman ok? i cant go around making everyday the brightest for everyone. i need a break too. ok so i am blind. i bet everyone around me knows tt i, am a certified poor eyesight girl. so why the madness then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, u say ure stressed? ure not the only one who's going through the same thing ok? u say that no one will understand. hello? are we not your age to know what you are going through? and then u go say to the world tt wolverine from x-men attacked you. hello? i think wolverine has much better things to do ok? i dare say ure too young to be stressed. ok so maybe at your age i was like tt too. but look at us. just look at us. try being an upper sec for a month. u will feel so lost u wished wolverine dint just attacked you but killed you so you wont have to face the shits. and then you'll go, " shit if only i did better in lower sec then i wouldnt have ended up here." but i guess your circle of friends do the same thing as u do. but trust me ok? if your teacher finds out, she'll tell it to her whole department and the head of department will go talk to you with her bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you still my love. you know tt. i would never be here still standing if you werent there by my side. of course, god helped me. he helped me by sending you. so don't back away. im just waiting for one moment when you'll approach me first and apologise. there's no wrong in tt. i don't hate you. i never hated you since i got to know you better. so dont go crying cause u think tt i am damn pissed at you. well i was, but i was just confused. like why the sudden reaction? i went all blur and got mad when u suddenly snapped, rolled your eyes and didnt smiled after tt like u used to. it really was a misunderstanding i know, but would it hurt to say," sorry" to me for once? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna memorise my ss notes.&lt;br /&gt;four pages of notes write yen shan?&lt;br /&gt;just thought i saw shabana's brain leaking when she was chanting the notes she memorised.&lt;br /&gt;like making spell. chill ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;two more years to go.&lt;br /&gt;you can do it people!&lt;br /&gt;chia yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST TO YOU KHAIRANI.&lt;br /&gt;and to those whose brains are leaking too,&lt;br /&gt;all the best to you and bless your poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: hello! is khairani here?&lt;br /&gt;me: hello!!( waving at her)&lt;br /&gt;she: (stares at me blankly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why she's working in tt department.&lt;br /&gt;bless your poorest soul too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shoo. i got business to do you know? go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114613477428364499?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114613477428364499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114613477428364499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114613477428364499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114613477428364499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeay_27.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114569186172073286</id><published>2006-04-22T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:44:21.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>avenged sevenfold- warmness on the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hazel green tint eyes watching every move I make.&lt;br /&gt;And that feeling of doubt, it's erased.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one, and in you I confide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But your unconditional love was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;br /&gt;And your loves always been true as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But your unconditional love was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;br /&gt;And your loves always been true as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dearest readers, enjoy the song! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114569186172073286?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114569186172073286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114569186172073286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114569186172073286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114569186172073286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/avenged-sevenfold-warmness-on-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114561679809594264</id><published>2006-04-21T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:53:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;did anyone miss me when i was gone?&lt;br /&gt;haha.doubt so la. everyone's been so busy right?&lt;br /&gt;well so was i. and still am. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;today wasnt as fun as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, let's talk abt today.&lt;br /&gt;school was a breeze, with two periods of physical classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's get physical!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had HL in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;we walked or shall i say, stroll around the neighbourhood, stopping the traffic at the back.haha!we came back to school only to find out tt the bell rung long time ago.hee.&lt;br /&gt;and we were like what, the second class ony?haha. after tt was history. we listened to the song "sunday bloody sunday" by U2. it was bad, it was sad, it made me really, really mad!&lt;br /&gt;no lah, the song wasnt bad. i mean, the things tt happened during bloody sunday was really sad. and tt group really brought out the message really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came PE. i made an excused tt my leg ached, so i helped mr.ho instead.=)&lt;br /&gt;he was talking and talking i felt tired listening to him, but what to do, its the only way tt can keep me from running. but then after tt he said those who failed or dint run must run next tuesday after school!!ahhhh. no fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted 2 play soccer again but hor, dunoe why he asked us to rest. so me n kat went to the toilet. and listened to songs and sang but there was no rain.=)&lt;br /&gt;dint eat cause kat asked me to teman her so i did.&lt;br /&gt;read archie comics during MT then school ended.&lt;br /&gt;then went to hairi's house.&lt;br /&gt;NOO. not me only la.&lt;br /&gt;went with---&gt; claud, kim, hana pisang=), faqih, ihsan, ismail, badron, syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;a lot huh?&lt;br /&gt;we watched the 'ghost' story haunted office.haunted office eh? haiya forgot the title.&lt;br /&gt;buttt it was stupid lor! everyone lost interest in the movie during the second-half except for me.&lt;br /&gt;i was somehow interested to know the outcomes even though the ghost brought laughters to us. i loved the girls hair. it was silvery-white.looovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ordered canadian pizza, ate then watched more tv before playing truth and dare. it was okay. but the questions they gave me werent challenging. nevertheless, i found out some secrets but what is said in the room remains in the room.=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. syafiq got bullied all the way. awww.poor thing.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, we slept. haha. the girls i mean. we slept for like five minutes while the boys were making a fool of themselves in the room? haiya dunoe, never see. then me n claud played XBOX! it was fuun! i kept hitting the cars tt come to my way. great improvement! i got fifth place instead of sixth during the second try.-_______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyy. it was my first time okeh.&lt;br /&gt;after tt, went home.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt as fun as yesterday tho.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the day tt i felt like i was back in sec one wen i am supposed to be in sec 3.=)&lt;br /&gt;went to kim's house with the intention to watch the art of seduction, but we dint noe where the cd went. so instead, we talked and talked and talked about things we did during sec one. dont know why but suddenly we were imagining we were on a magic carpet and we were going back in time! lame right? haha.it was fun laa.=)&lt;br /&gt;after tt, we played PS2. shit i forgot the title! but it was great, cause it was all abt killing the people. and klim's lil brother was damn good in the game! headed home after tt with a smile, cause the stress tt ive gone through this year was gone a bit. haha. a bit only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the lower sec people, PLEASE, PLEASE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't be like khairani rupie. go study hard to get to a good class, so at least u'll be amongst the smartest people in your level, so u wont get strict teachers tt will drive u up the wall!PLEASE EH.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i screwed up for my argumentative composition. it was so last minute, and my topic was abt should young people always respect and obey the ones older than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended off with: these older people have obviously gone through what we had, unless thy came from Mars and they came here to rule us!sounds too fictioned? then face the reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______________________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea where tt came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho the merry-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will wait if i have to, just to get the answer. i will wait.May okeh?dont stay in there longer okeh?this shucks. i cant write letters, i cant go for visits, so what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;just sit here and wait till my heart can be mended again after the answers are answered.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conversation #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh dier mmg dah jadi model ker nak dekat jadi model?&lt;br /&gt;ishan: dier akan jadi model.&lt;br /&gt;azri: ohhh. eh nanti kan ader hejab iran 2. nanti kiter tunggu ah dier kluar k?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot who: aik. sampai ke hejab iran pulak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conversation #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat: haiii..mentang2 diorang dalam band, kiter tak. haiii.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.&lt;br /&gt;kat: oh kiter rubberband!&lt;br /&gt;me: haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conversation #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairi: khai if azri sounds u and he's a gay, would u accept him?&lt;br /&gt;me: ahhhh?noooo...&lt;br /&gt;azri(inside the room) : ehhh.bukan senang tau nak dapat gay husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conversation #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairi: okay kids!line up in two straight lines!okay lets go!&lt;br /&gt;*at hairi's house*&lt;br /&gt;hairi closed the door and asked us to wait.&lt;br /&gt;ihsan: one hour later...&lt;br /&gt;*hairi opens door*&lt;br /&gt;ihsan: at last! dah lamer tau kiter sampai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conversation #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azri: one, two, okay what comes after tt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conversation #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a: okay action!&lt;br /&gt;a: ohh honey.&lt;br /&gt;i: ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;a: muackssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.these people just makes my day.=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the part about, " writing my posts in good english?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. to hell with tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love is said to have one pleasure and a thousand sufferings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114561679809594264?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114561679809594264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114561679809594264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114561679809594264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114561679809594264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/aawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114500449876777612</id><published>2006-04-14T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:53:48.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people, i will be away for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;bad things have been happening lately,&lt;br /&gt;and i need time to clear the shits out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do continue tagging, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114500449876777612?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114500449876777612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114500449876777612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114500449876777612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114500449876777612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/people-i-will-be-away-for-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114475935215684560</id><published>2006-04-11T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:42:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;missed my long posts?&lt;br /&gt;okayokay.&lt;br /&gt;im abt to write another long post.&lt;br /&gt;so enjoy hor. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today, i was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to keep awake throught the classes, yawning every 3 mins or so.&lt;br /&gt;i was barely paying attention even tho i tried.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its all because i stayed up late the watch Dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand, we had our english vocab test!&lt;br /&gt;the test was stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;i studied, &lt;em&gt;memorised &lt;/em&gt;all the meanings for the words,&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt quite remember the words and their spellings.&lt;br /&gt;and the test was all abt writing the correct words to match the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;stupid huh?&lt;br /&gt;all my hard work... SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, i wasnt the only one.haha.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the class did pretty badly too,&lt;br /&gt;with the acception of those who really memorised every single word in the vocab wksts.hmm.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i passed!by one mark only.-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did better than my other groupmates tho.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how much nicholas got but he was shocked when he found out tt i passed.&lt;br /&gt;hazel thought hers was bad, but i think it wasnt so bad la.&lt;br /&gt;jun jie was WORST. he got only one!&lt;br /&gt;haha.i was laughing when he started putting any words he could think off in the blank spaces, then laughing at himself.siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during physics, jun jie was trying to imitate miss tan when she said," i am not happy with this class!"&lt;br /&gt;in his high pitched voice, and i was laughing till my cheeks felt warm, but i tried to stop cause miss tan really wasnt in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladida, then came emaths.thank god mdm nora gave us time to pass up the hmwk tomorrow, cause all my graphs were wrong. tired la do graphs.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i love the after product, the time taken to do it is so the long.&lt;br /&gt;so while she was marking the others work n talking to them at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;i was doing my work, when i saw J hugging J. haha!&lt;br /&gt;the first J was snuggling into the other J's arm,&lt;br /&gt;and he really was acting like a prissy amah.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed non stop till the lesson ended while they were cuddling till the lesson ended.&lt;br /&gt;are they serious?i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;but they sure entertained me and woke me up from my sleepy mood.&lt;br /&gt;if only they did that earlier. haha. too bad it was the last period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school we had physical fitness test! aka: PFT.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can say abt it is, i SUCK at physical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i cant run fast, and the only thing i got A was inclined pull ups.&lt;br /&gt;oh i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;other ppl did better in other areas except for tt. no fair.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after every station, i would laugh at myself for no reason.as usual.&lt;br /&gt;before the shuttle run, i was frantically searching for one of the beanbags,&lt;br /&gt;because clever ginelle was running and she just left the beanbag somewhere i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: cher wait! i cant find the beanbag. where ah?(turning around and around, finally spotted the beanbag. it was behind me.-_______-") aha! found it!(jogged to the other side to place the beanbag.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: hah?(laughed all the way till i came back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the second try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: still not good enough.its slower.(looked at me and smiled.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh who cares?i made him laugh so tts a good thing right? he must have thought im a sotong chinese wannabe.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i forgot to say! i cheated in the sit-ups. my lover was counting for me, and when it reached 20, instead of saying 21, she said 22! haha! i love you! so i passed that one to, with a C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then blabliblu, finished everything, waited for them(claud,kim,kat,hana,fara,deenah,hairi, badron) and ate at horizon. after eating, i was staring at the open space listening to Jet-Look what've you've done while the rest were talking i dont know what and i also dont wanna know what, when kim asked us to get going before they start termenung-ing like me. she said tt i looked like wax. i heard okay!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, is tt supposed to be a good thing or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate a cheeseball i sneakily took from hana and went home. i eat unhealthy food everyday. ive tried running away from it, but i cant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross country is two days away. is tt yayness? oh i dont know. but at least we can start school late and finish early but still end up going home late, so tts a good thing. for me lah.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH! i forgot to say! we left the school in shorts, so we went to cp in our pe attire.&lt;br /&gt;i was walking when suddenly, an old, okay maybe not old. forty-something old APEK came beside me and said, "hello." i was shocked lah. i turned and look at him. HE GAVE ME TT PERVETIC SMILE!! AHHH! so i just ignored him and told them to go closer to me in malay.&lt;br /&gt;and he was smiling tt smile till we went to separate ways.eeeeee!!i feel so disgusted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighsigh. he probably had lack of sex or something when he was young.haha. anyway, bless his poor soul for looking at young girls. and bless me too for not having a boyfriend who will bash tt guy up if he dares look at me like tt.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, in the bus, there were these two malay girls staring. one of them came down the same place as i did, and she was trying to smile at me. smile? i dont know. more like snicker? i dont know either. but i was sure she talked abt me so i just walked in front of her and fastened my  pace. sho shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learnt today is to never, i repeat never wear short shorts in the public. serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have emaths and hmt homework. oh and i have an amths test too. but who cares? i left my book in the class. so i cant do anything abt it, can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, to my dearest friend who kept insisting tt you did not cry just now, whatever it is, always remember that i'll always be here. and i love u okay? you know you can tell me anything right? everything happens for a reason and as you always tell me, it may be a blessing in disguise. so cheer up kay sweet.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taggies please tag.please make sure you do your job hor.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114475935215684560?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114475935215684560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114475935215684560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114475935215684560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114475935215684560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18691168.post-114466416725921729</id><published>2006-04-10T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:16:07.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw geocities for giving me so many problems.&lt;br /&gt;and all i wanted is to upload the bloody nice song into my bloody bloggy to share it with my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amir!!where were you when i needed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ohohoh. special thanks to azza for the cheeseballs today. makasih bangat ya.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18691168-114466416725921729?l=only-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114466416725921729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18691168&amp;postID=114466416725921729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114466416725921729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18691168/posts/default/114466416725921729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://only-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/04/screw-geocities-for-giving-me-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>missk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02968389558894276414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
